SATANIC BAKE SALE

[sweet_madman]

*Because he was bored, which is a dangerous thing for a puppet to be, Mercutio has set up a card table in the main room of the mansion, decorated with posters. On top of the table is a tray of delicious looking muffins (they're harmless, courtesy of Alcuin) and a painted shoebox with a hole cut in the lid to serve as his cashbox

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[i_document_life]

*Well, Mark's in need of cheering. So when he walks in and sees the sign, he stops, stares, and bursts out laughing*

I'll take two muffins, and can I stay and film your customers?

[sweet_madman]

Absolutely. *grins at him, enjoying himself* That'll be fifty cents.

[i_document_life]

*digs out a dollar and sticks it in the box* *grins* Don't worry about change. *winds his camera and perches nearby*

[sweet_madman]

*offers clipboard* Join our mailing list?

[hufflepuffchamp]

He wanders through the Mansion, trying to keep busy. He sees Mercutio's stand, but remembering Cho's caution, he doesn't eat the muffins. It's not until Cedric reads the nearby clipboard that he first goes wide-eyed until he can feel a blush creeping up his neck slowly. Glancing around and hoping no one saw him, he dashes out of the room, embarrassed at his own reaction.

[ayrie_spirit]

*as he's been crackplotted human, there's nothing to stop Ariel from wandering past and noticing the sign. And laughing* *because it amuses him, he decides to drop a quarter in the cashbox and grab a muffin* *notices the mailing list and cracks up again*

[sweet_madman]

Care to join our mailing list? *holds up the clipboard*

[ayrie_spirit]

*reads it again and laughs* It's a little late for that, thanks anyway.

[ich_bin_faust]

*Faust isn't sure whether it's actually possible for him to make a donation to the King of the Damned, seeing as all of his own wealth proceeds directly from the, er, benevolence of said King. On the other hand, he's already promised his immortal soul, so he figures nobody is going to come and audit him about a muffin.*

*He doesn't have any American money about him, however, and so instead he produces from his coin purse a handful of silver pieces, probably worth rather more than the price of a muffin.*

Will this do?

[sweet_madman]

Looks as silver as the rest of the coins. *grins* Help yourself.

Typist: I bet there is totally a demon of Hell whose business is entirely auditing. Especially auditing MUFFINS.

[ich_bin_faust]

*helps himself, and is pleasantly surprised when he finds that the muffins are neither poisonous nor magical* Excellent.

Typist: XD

[not_faust]

*wanders by and looks interested at the mention of the word "virgin," but his enthusiasm lessens when he sees "sacrifice" after it* Black Goat of the Abyss-- that's Khayriff, isn't it? Why're you giving money to th'guardian of fast cart-drivers who squash animals on the roads?

[sweet_madman]

I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's confidential information. Muffin?