[clackno1]

This one person kept employing her for these random odd jobs. She was more of a messenger now than a mail bird, being sent on tasks other than deliveries. At least she didn't have a fat thing holding on to her leg every step of the way, asking stupid questions and wanting candy she didn't even have. it was so much easier to just fly in and do what she needed, which was exactly what she did.

Raven searched her bag, having forgotten the number she was supposed to give. "Ah! Here it is, I have it. Um...Number 70, it says right here." There, finally done. Now she could return to her official deliveries. Hopefully she wouldn't have to do this again too soon, and she hoped to Gods it wouldn't be with another "partner".

[Azura Rayume]

Alice trotted up to the booth, white top hat worn at a jaunty angle, and grinned. Wonderful day, even if it was a bit nippy for his tastes. Nevertheless here he was, sent like some common dog on an errand. Well, he knew he was more than that and that this was more than just an errand to the kind girl that had opened her house to all those strange creatures he suddenly found himself living with. He wasn't too fond of the couch eating cow monster... thing... that lived in the back bedroom, but he supposed that being around that thing was better than not living in a house at all.

Once he reached the front of the line, he realized that the number he had been told to pick was already taken. While he was taken aback for a moment, he remembered that the girl had described those two digits at "the perfect number" so of course it had to be taken by now. Look at all those names... Ah, well. Better pick one of his own then.

"Lemme see," he muttered to himself, thinking over the available numbers. Well, there's one that suited him. "I'll take the number 18," he said at last, trying not to sing. After all, he was far older than eighteen, and people were giving his face-painted self some odd looks already. No, he probably shouldn't sing, even though it was his song to begin with.

[Freezair]

Tiny bump. X3 Only a little while left, folks!

[Flame]

So...what exactly had she been sent here to do? She'd caught something about a contest, a raffle of some sort, for...what was it? A custom? Oh, and it was free. Well, apparently, she'd found the place, judging by the crowd of people milling around nearby. Sefiria could see that she'd managed to catch the tail-end of the event: most everyone else had already signed up to participate in the drawing, and were now waiting, with varying degrees of patience, for the results to come out.

Ah...judging by the two people standing behind the booth, the contest (if if could be called that) was still going. The young woman hurried towards the table, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity she'd been sent out to try her luck at. She'd been told that she was a lucky person, for certain things at least. Well, maybe now was not a bad time to test that theory. Walking up to the stand, she smiled affably at who appeared to be the runners of the event, making use of her trademark friendliness. "I'm not too late yet, am I?" The fact that she wasn't was quickly confirmed. "In that case, I'd like to try my luck with number 17, if I may," she said to the two Terratops. "Who knows what'll happen? Nonetheless, thanks for hosting the event," she finished, flashing a quick smile before walking a little distance away to where a few others were waiting as well.

[Jaykobell]

It was unsettling to be outside all by herself. Negative rarely went anywhere by herself, since she couldn't orient herself too much. But now she could actually go out by herself, and she had a lot more freedom. Since getting to know the surroundings and the towns would give her a lot more independence, she figured it was now or never. Or, rather, that the sooner the better. She would've liked for someone to come with her for her first outing, but apparently no one was free.

She was wearing nothing too fancy, just a red t-shirt with a white, black, and red unbuttoned vest on top, along with blacks to complement the top, and finally, regular running shoes for her feet. She didn't have anything fancy save for that small, simple necklace around her neck: a silver chain holding a bronze bullet. She stood out with her pale skin and her silvery-white hair, especially with her stray hairs sticking out near the hair line. Her eyes, blood red in color, were also fairly obvious. Apparently albinos weren't all that common around those parts; especially albino humans. But hopefully, she wouldn't attract too much attention; she didn't do well with strangers, nor did she want to interact with anyone.

Well, save for a single person. Or, rather, a single animal. On her shoulder was a small rat that shared the same colors as his owner: white fur and blood red eyes. Along his back was a line of messy fur that stuck out just like the few hairs on his owner's head. He also had a long pink tail trailing down his owner's shoulder. The little thing looked around curiously, with his ears twitching in many directions to catch as many sounds as possible. Sometimes he scrambled up and held onto the Negative's ear for a higher view point, which usually made her twitch; but beyond that, she didn't seem to mind him at all. "At least you came along."

She was just taking a stroll through the place when she noticed that huge banner over there, along with the booth and the crowd of people gathered by that booth. Two pets were behind it and recording something; being so new to the actual world, she couldn't tell what species they were. But she did notice that there was a prize to win over there, so it didn't matter, really. How about trying to have a little fun with this little event? "What do you think?" she asked the rat on her shoulder, which looked around some more and then settled down on her shoulder again. "I'll take that as a yes."

Before actually going for it, she stayed near the sidelines and watched the others go, just to see how you played this thing. But it seemed fairly simple: you just went up there and picked a number, and then if you were lucky enough, your number would get drawn, and you would win. She wasn't much of a lucky person, but it was free, so, eh, no hurt in trying it out, right? She headed for the booth after it had cleared, and anyone could clearly see that she wasn't used to this kind of interaction. She fidgeted a little before finally picking a number. "Hey. So, I just... pick a number, right?" She wasn't much of a numbers person, so she picked one of the few numbers she actually knew. "How about 20?" She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do after giving them her number, but she'd seen a few people leaving the booth to go wait nearby, until the number would get drawn. "Guess we just have to wait now," she said to the rat on her shoulder as she headed a little ways away from the booth, checking things out while the event was still going on.

[Maelstrom]

A leumoo strides stiffly towards a crowd gathered around a booth of some kind. Its tail lashes angrily and it has to frequently stop and wait for its companion to catch up. Every stop seems to make it even more irritated and its tail moves a little faster. Said companion seems to be nothing more than a moving pile of blankets; the only sounds it makes are sniffles and the occasional nose blow. How it manages to move in a straight line without visible eyes is a mystery.

Finally they make it to the end of the line and the leumoo finally gives the blanket pile the tongue lashing it so deeply wants to.

"This is your fault."

"S'not meh fault. M'sick. C'n we go home now? M'out of kleenax." Here it pokes the empty cardboard box out of the blankets for emphasis.

"You are obviously faking it so you could make me look bad. And speak properly; you aren't fooling anybody."

Outraged, it pokes its head out to directly challenge the leumoo; an observer can now see it is some kind of kuhna.

"You didn' haf ta take meh along, did ya? Lemme 'lone."

The leumoo huffs in response but it does let the kuhna retreat under his blanket pile in relative peace. The silence lasts until the pair make it up to the pair of Terratops running the event. Throwing one last dirty look at the kuhna-shaped blanket pile, the leumoo pastes a fake smile on its horned face. "We'd like the number 94 if you please."

[Fallen_Snow]

"Coooo-p, cooo-p."

The Ptarmie hadn't liked being shoved in that tiny box, no no. It had better things to do. And it's 'owner' --pssh, more like 'lazybutt'-- sends her to do this job. So demeaning! She was not a carrier pidgeon. They have a Mr(s). Wilson somewhere, why couldn't they send that? Her thick plumage made her a bit more comfortable going out in public, though, even though she hated it. The fact that these unworthy people we staring and pointing at her and even some children seemed excited to see her, she quickly shuffled or flapped on, moving past the annoying people quickly and quietly. She picked at an itchy feather as she waited to deliver the number that she was to give to the two Terratops.

Waddling to the front, she cooed, "May Snu-we 'ave noomber fie-ve, pleeze?" she cooed in a heavy accent, blinking her eyes softly.

[Jessari]

Eventually, one of the Terratops was bound to notice the little pincushion doll sprawled across the raffle table. How long had it been there, and how had it gotten there in the first place? No one seemed to be willing to claim it.

A note was pinned to its hip with a long needle, and upon closer look, it read: "My apologies for the lateness of this entry. If there is still time, my master wishes to take the number four for this raffle."

((Sorry about the general horribleness of this post. I'm tired and sick (and sick and tired :p) and just don't have the energy for a good work of creativity. >.<)

[Freezair]

"Alright! Time to draw the winner, don't you think?" Fire said.

"Sure, sure," Ice agreed. "Let's take 'em back."

The two of them picked up the bin, filled with names, and carted it back toward home.

It wasn't much later that they returned. "WE HAVE A WINNER!" Fire loudly announced.

"Are you ready?" Ice said. "The winner is...

"RAIN!"

"Congratulations, Rain!" Fire said. "We'll PM you more details."

"Also," Ice added, "Silverin and Tazzin are our secondary winners. While they don't win any otherworld credit, they will win something nice."

[Silverin]

Fenrir's ears pricked up when he had heard who the winners were, he was rather schocked to find that his master acctualy had luck on his side. He picked up his body back onto his legs and cocked his head off to one side slightly curious as to what was in store for the little black fox who now showed up hovoring above the black dogs head it's eyes sparkeling with joy.

Fenrir gave a sigh and shook his head before the fox open his mouth. "Thank you very much!" He chirped with out knowing what he had gotten, either way he was greatful for what ever was instore for him any spark of kindness was appreciated by the tiny large eared individual. His tail wagged wildly along with the flutter of his wings, you would think that he would just buzz out of control any time now.

Looking back up at Fire and Ice, "Yes this is much appreciated" he said in a quiet voice. Now if only he could get his master to calm down.

(I am sorry if this post was a bother I just had a urge to thank you rp style o3o)