[b]Zarahk, Simon[/b]

Simon grinned at the mermaids, giving a wave with one arm while simultaneously pulling Zarahk into a headlock with other.
"Excuse me, I believe he got lost on his way to hand out flyers."
Dragging the protesting spider away, Simon gave a chuckle, not loosening his grip as he pulled Zarahk away from the bikinis, bumping into a few students here and there.
"You still have an entire stack of flyers AND you're flirting with the swim team. Diana's gonna be ticked off you know."
The centaur finally released the spider, swiping the flyers with one hand as he counted them quickly.
"Did you hand out any of them or did you immediately head to the mermaids instead?"
The centaur gave a bemused grin at the younger student, already knowing the answer to the question. The boy was undeniably driven by hormones, a source of great friction between him and Diana. Simon was careful to drag him AWAY from the Jousting Booth to help hide the fact that he hadn't passed out the flyers as asked. Simon got along well with Zarahk. He was a good jouster and generally nice to be around. But he did lack focus. Or rather, a focus on anything that wasn't female.

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[b]Grey, Anais, Xander[/b]

"Mister Xander, inciting bedlam as usual I take it?"
Grey walked up to the music booth, smiling at the students as he approached.
"You're going to attract the wrong type of crowd with such...how did you put it? Stretching of the truth. However, I'm pleased to see you're still bringing such a vibrant...'spirit'...with you on the first day."
Chuckling at his own joke, Grey's obsidian black eyes rested on Anais, a calm warmth radiating from him as he addressed her.
"Doing well I hope Miss Anais? The music club seems rather popular this year."

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[b]Andrej, Pamela Attenburg[/b]

A large spider leg tapped Andrej's shoulder as a hand delicately took the Oni mask from his hand.
"Oh don't mind him my dear, he'll have forgotten you by the time he reaches his stall. Does the stage appeal to you?"
Pamela, a large hybrid spider currently dressed in a gaudy theatrical Harlequin suit, complete with bells on her hat, stepped from behind the booth, placing the Oni mask in front of her own face. A quirked grin as she slid it aside, sizing up Andrej.
"A water dragon? How unique! Wonderful that you were looking at our booth my dear, my name is Ms. Attenburg."
A flurry of movement and her many spider legs pinwheeled the masks across her face. A grinning pig, a dopey treant, the oni mask, a crying human.
"The chance to live a new life every moment the spotlight is upon you. How very dramatic, don't you think? About what you'd expect from me? I do hope I'm meeting expectations, I believe I'm supposed to be suitably...eccentric, as an actress. I don't have the body for black turtlenecks though. Too much hip and not enough hipster."
The masks lowered and she smiled at the dragon.
"Now then dear...what brings you to our little booth?"