[One has to start off small, even in Jigoku-cho. Monts is put to work immediately on the costumes as other members, Lost Souls or not, are scattered about or running back and forth with bolts of gilded, statiny cloth, streams of ribbons, and flowery ornaments. Everyone is occupied, one way or the other which Monts takes that the Night Parade really is a Big Deal.

After being in Hell for less than two weeks, she really isn't sure how to feel. Minutes, hours, and days pass and it was surreal how long she's been away from her grandparents and the cafe, and her mind wanders without meaning to, which earns her a scolding from a crochety old youkai who was overseeing the work.

As to not be consumed by that creeping sensation, Monts tries to focus. She can't design or put together the grand and gaudy robes, but thanks to some basic lessons from her abuela, she knows her way around a needle and thread to mend or tighten up details.

In the corner room of the shop, one can find Monts surrounded by several costumes, lined up to be fixed. She's paused working, however, and is frowning at her hand, specifically her fingers. Upon closer inspection, some of the cloth have small, but noticeable dots of blood. She mutters to herself darkly.]

Shit.

[She'll look up, and whoever in the Tamamo Clan happen to be around, she smiles apologetically and waves them over, her palms and fingers dirtied by dried blood.]

Hey, I know everyone's busy, but think you can get a girl some bandages and rubbing alcohol? I don't think anyone wants to wear my blood on their costumes during the parade.

[The native youkai who are passing by the Tamamo Clan shop for the costumes are not being very discreet, to say the least. When directed to make sure anyone approaching was shoo'ed away, Monts takes a different direction in following those orders.]

SPLASH!!

[That being, hanging out on the balcony, ready with a bucket of water to unceremoniously dump it on the most obvious of voyeurs. Unfortunately, anyone passing by who isn't an unaffiliated clan member, may be caught in the splash zone. Looking up, you'll see Monts saluting you from the balcony, empty bucket balanced on the railing.]

Oops! That wasn't meant for you, but if you were in fact trying to sneak a peek, than sorry! This is probably better than throwing hands, don't you agree?

[Growing up, Monts finds it to be a huge blessing that her sense of taste has remained in tact (mostly; temperatures were a fickle thing). When everyone is called to do taste testing, regardless of their clan affiliation, Monts, tired of the dreary costume sweatshop, jumps at the chance.

Now the problem is... Glancing among three booths, her eyes dart back and forth, examining three delicious treats:

a) Super long french fries with a super-extra spicy red hell-mayo?
b) How about some refreshing kakigori, with even more offerings of syrups and toppings (and who knows what each syrup does, effects wise)?
c) Last, but not least, perhaps thesechocolate bananas? Although, tasty as they look, the minokedachi youkai who's making the bananas probably isn't helping, waving the bananas at her face and the others.

What's a girl to do when there's so much to try out?]