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During dinner, Cricket slips out of the cafeteria to set up the Atrium for Cricket Quayle's First Annual Costume Crafting Party!™ With the help of Prospero, Mrs. Acuña, and any eager prefects, she has pushed back the couches to the borders of the room and rolled out various round tables. Each table is loaded with craft supplies; both magical and no-maj tools are available. She's done her best to collect any supplies specifically requested throughout the week. There is PLENTY of cloth to go around and an embarrassing array of crafting supplies from her personal supply (and maybe Maggie's too!)

There is campy Halloween music playing from a barely functional CD player. And remember all those pumpkin seeds y'all harvested? Those are roasted and set around the room in various bowls for everyone to snack on.

Students will run smack dab into this crafting bonanza as they exit dinner and Cricket does her best to enthusiastically greet anyone showing even the slightest interest, particularly lost looking Freshmen.

The event lasts from 7:00 - 9:30pm, when Cricket begins asking students to finish up and find a buddy to walk back to the cabins.

[OOC: I have to go to work soon. Please, go buck wild (deer motif pun intended) and I will respond to everything tonight with appropriate Cricket chirpiness!]

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Rosy recognizes that look, shut up, stop looking at her. She sighs, "It's really a marotte--you know, the thing jesters carry around with a face on the end? Perfect for hitting people? But I like the demon summoning, how much for intentional summoning of demons?"

Trixie nodded happily, yes yes all of the people hitting! More hitting, more killing, kill all humans! "Do you have a certain face you want? I'm kind of good with faces." Oh man what if she got to model her own face to the end, that would be fucking FANTASTIC.

She leaned over and started to whisper to Rosy, "Right, what you are looking for is the demon add on package. What you have is a tiered system for your demon pricing. Small imps are pretty cheap we are talking about a gold for that. Bigger demons are going to be worth more. Felpuppies are two gold, they're about knee height but have a great soul sucking ability. Succubi four gold but are way more trouble than they are worth. For fifteen gold I can get you the special. Seven foot tall demon with two swords."

"The uglier the better on the face, let's give it a real mean mug," Rosy says. "Especially if it's gonna be summoning seven-foot-tall demons, because why wouldn't I want to summon a seven-foot-tall demon?" Like, seriously, go for broke, folks.

"I can do that, all sorts of evil looking smashed in dwarf faces here we go. Also with just one eye." Trixie started grabbing her chisels and paints and pulled out a handful of crap to start modeling it up. Oh man this was going to be fucking ugly.

"I like your style." Trixie would have clearly gone for the biggest possible demon as well, it would have been awesome. If you know, that was something that could actually be done.