[OPEN] A Very Serious Political Party

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Doubling down on his giant fuck you to the witches and the vampires and anyone else who pisses him off, Party's done sitting on his tail with the politics around here. There's only one logical person he wants to see in charge right now and that's Yasmine Merad.

Party might be sloppy, but he's not stupid, and leading up to the election, he's keeping his bright hair and tattered clothes clean. He might even smell kind of nice as he makes the rounds handing out posters he's made up and making sure everyone knows that Yasmine has the best interests of the community at heart. He's focusing his activities around his pack and areas where he knows he'll find sympathetic voters, avoiding vampire- and witch-dense areas in favor of hitting up everyone else who can vote.

His flyers have a cleaned up version of his signature bright art style with sayings like "A vote for Yasmine Merad is a vote for us" and "Community first".


[ OOC: Even if someone's not in a group Party would target doesn't mean he wouldn't cram a poster in their face. Come at me! ]

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[ghoulaid]

He won't hear any argument there. Between the both of them, Party would certainly make a better princess.

Though Ghoul's not sure if a good princess is quite so blatantly manipulative. Party's offer is a god damn trap and he knows it, but it doesn't prevent him from perking up at the promise of food. He's intrigued enough that he forgets to wipe the remains of that sloppy kiss off his cheek, instead giving Party a stern look while shuffling the papers in his hands in to a slightly-less-chaotic mess. "No mushrooms."

[injectablefame]

"Gross. Meat only." His grin is just a little too wolf-like to not be practiced. "I feed you right."

He nods at a passerby who seems to approve of his posters and then his attention is back on Ghoul. "You're a growing boy, after all."

It just wouldn't be Party if he wasn't antagonizing his closest friends.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul thinks he can hit pretty hard, but Party can be the judge.

He's minding his own well-behaved business, nodding in acceptance of this very fair compromise. And then Party opens up his big mouth. Ghoul looks up with a brief thousand-yard stare, then glances around for any witnesses.

Right before growling and nailing Party with a punch. Not in the face, at least- he needs his face unbroken in order to work his campaign magic. But he doesn't really need his torso, does he? "Fuckin' rude! That ain't no way to treat a voter."

[injectablefame]

Party's foot slides back as he takes the brunt of the force head-on. "Oof! Touchy touchy."

With a grin, he shoves at Ghoul, not so hard that he's trying to knock him over, but not particularly soft, either. "Go be helpful over there. You can get touchy later."

He winks and quickly turns to catch the attention of an older women with his flyers.

[ghoulaid]

He sways slightly from the shove, right as he also lets out a bitchy little hiss of air. "If you're lucky."

For as prickly and dismissive as he tends to be with Party, Ghoul sure does take a lot of direction from him. He wanders off in the same-ish general area as ordered, not bothering to put up much of a fuss. Which is dangerously close to some sort of silent compliment.