Monster High - The Doomitories

[Harry Herne]

There sounded like a brawl was going on behind Harry's door. Bangs, muffled shouts, and a hair dryer blasting away could all be heard. The door shuddered under an impact and some hair gel leaked out from under it. A familiar Fae voice complained about his hair being "too fwippy" before the door flew open, Harry was shoved out of the room, and a gaggle of grinning goblins slammed it shut again. The young Fae stumbled into Draconia and stammered an apology before glaring back his locked room. A chorus of voice yelled "Have a slice time!"

"Uh, sorry. Sometimes my...friends...can be overly enthusiastic."

Harry remembered the book he was reading earlier, How To Date Your Dragon. COMPLIMENTS!

"You look, uh, like you could decimate the school!"  

[Draconia St George]

"Thank....you?" Draconia raised an eyebrow but brushed off the strange 'compliment.' Perhaps in the dimension Harry was from, school-decimation was a big thing...sort of like how in the Wonderland dimension school only lasted one day. Cultural differences! Draconia gave Harry a friendly smile.

"I checked and our reservation at the Die-ner is ready. They do have a very nice vege-scarian menu. You are vege-scarian, right?" Draconia probed a little bit. She suspected he was, since most Fae were, but she wanted to be sure. That was the point of this date, after all...to get to know Harry better. "Our table should be ready in about 10 minutes. We could walk there in that time, or take the bus, if you'd prefer."

Draconia looked Harry up and down. Although his hair looked very nice, probably the most up-kept she'd ever seen him with, his outfit was...frankly...atrocious. Colours that didn't match his skin tone, off-the-rack pants that were slightly too long, polyester, polyester everywhere. It was like he'd been dressed by goblins or something. It was a slight....SLIGHT improvement over the terrible suit he'd been wearing a day before...but also a far cry away from his normal, more comfortable and natural-looking attire.

Draconia decided that the best thing to do was to be direct.

"So, what's the story behind your outfit?" She asked, directly as they headed down the staircase of the Doomitory towards the door. "It seems a touch...not-your-style."  

[Harry Herne]

Oh manster! The compliment failed! JUST LIKE WOESTOCK! He was horrible...horrendous...

"Uh...."

Harry wasn't about to correct a Dragon about his diet. Plus, he couldn't be vegan anymore. He had to eat meat now that he was a Sell Out.

...

I am the worst, Harry moped to himself as Draconia led the way down the hall. He was moping so hard he had almost missed her question about his clothes.

"The outfit? Truthfully, Lady Draconia, I don't have a lot of formal outfits for things. My goblin friends found this. I....am not a huge fan but this my lot in life now."  

[Draconia St George]

Of course it was goblins, Draconia nodded a bit. The two of them were nearly out the door on the way to the Die-ner. Draconia reached the bottom of the steps outside of the Doomitory and she looked back at Harry.

Draconia didn't know Harry very well. She didn't know his favourite song, whether he preferred sugar or honey in his tea...or even if he liked tea. She didn't know his politics or if he had any hobbies outside of organizing giant outdoor fearstivals. She had no idea if he was left- or right-clawed or if he preferred sour candies or sweet ones.

But she did know what abject misery looked like when it was etched across another monster's face. And that was the look Harry had. He looked in absolute misery.

"Harry..." Draconia stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked sincerely into the son of the Earlking's eyes. "Are you all fright? Do you not want to go out tonight? We don't have to go out if you don't want to."  

[Harry Herne]

Harry panicked. Were Dragons telepathic? Could she tell how much he loathed bring dressed like this and acting like Big Monster? It would ruin the date and she would incinerate him AND WHO WOULD FEED HIS WILD HUNT PUPPIES THEN!?

"Everything is fine, just fine. Fine, fine, fine...no need to worry or be late for our very important date. Should we go? We should go. Penance won't ruin your good time, Great One. Which way? This way?"

Harry started marching off in the wrong direction until Draconia caught up with him and steered back in the direction of the Die-ner.  

[Marceline LaGhede]

With a delicate hand, Marceline applied her favorite violet lipstick in her vanity mirror... which she had hexed to keep a certain mirror witch from seeing her through. Everything matched perfectly, from her lipstick to the amethysts in her dress, to the flowers and feathers in her Grimtucky Derby-style hat. She did a slow spin, scrutinizing her reflection, before deciding she was maybe showing too much skeleton and threw a shawl over her shoulders. There; perfection. Marceline snatched up her iCoffin and tapped out a text.

To: Dashner Hawke:

Hey, boo! R U almost ready??

She had actually expected him to be there by now; it wasn't like Dashner to be late... come to think of it, she hadn't seen Falconnie in the doomitory all night, either... Her iCoffin buzzed in her palm.

From: Dashner Hawke:

Sorry Marceline, I thought I told you... Mother invited me and Fal to come to Fangland for Cryptmas and we had to leave right away! Sorry! sad

"What?!" Marceline slumped onto her bed... it's very possible that Dashner had told her about these plans but she'd neglected to commit them to memory, what with SKRM and being famous and all... And now she was left with no date to the ball... she couldn't possibly go stag, she'd be the laughingstock of Monster High!

Just then, there was a knock at the door...

"Why Marceline, I do declare!" Kriminel's golden grin greeted her as she opened the door. Her older brother was clad in a white suit with his own Derby Hat to match, complete with ostentatious red feathers springing from it. "You look like nightshade in bloom in the cemetery fog!"

"Well, ain't you a charmer, brother..." Marceline smirked. "An' how'd you know my date stood me up, then?"

"Well, I didn't! But 'da LaGhedes were invited as guests to the ball by 'da LaMias, so I figured I'd come give y'a ride. Mama an' Papa are already 'dere... but if y'be lackin' an escort, I'll be glad to oblige, dear sista."

Marceline's shoulders gave a little pop; going with her brother would be more fun than going alone, she surmised... A smile crept up one side of her face. "Well then, we mustn't keep them waiting! Shall we?"  

[Peggy Springwell]

Peggy looked herself over in the full length mirror again. Heimdal sat on her bed, tsking over her the entire time.

"Entirely too much cleavage. Not appropriate for a young ghoul your age, Peggy"

Peggy had this funny way of tuning the little ram out. She did so now, thinking of the dance and how much fun the night promised. She fluffed up her hair again.

"yes.. perfectly fluffed ponytail. I'm SO ready now, I think"  

[Rorrim Rory Bludworth]

Through one of the round security mirrors near the Monster High Doomitory, Rory watched covertly as Marceline left...accompanied by her brother.

What the heck?! Rory thought Dashner was taking Marceline to the ball. He wouldn't have stood her up...would he?

Rory tried to brush off his feelings of pity for Marceline going to the biggest dance of the year with her brother. She probably preferred it that way. Then she could dance with ALL of the boos without feeling beholden to just one. Yes, that was probably it.

After Marceline was gone, Rory stepped out of the mirror, scarefully lowering himself to the ground. He looked pretty good. Hagetha had helped him get ready, actually, which had surprised him. She almost seemed sorry that she was missing such an uhh-mazing dance. Rory's mother had been too busy dealing with a situation from another reality. Rory wasn't sure what the issue was, but some male voice kept wailing about not being able to see himself in the mirrors and Mary looked HEXTREMELY annoyed about it.

Rory reached the doomitory room that Peggy shared with Marceline and Falconnie. He wondered how awkward it had been the last couple days, with Marcy and Peggy sharing the same room.

"Oh, get over yourself, Rory!" He reminded himself. The world didn't revolve around him! They probably got along just fine. Rory lightly, scarefully tapped on the door. Wouldn't do to bang hard and risk any new cracks on his hand, after all! He'd tried buffing and polishing his face for days, but the crack there didn't seem to get any less noticeable. Oh, well.

"P-peggy?" Rory cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "Are you ready to go? It's, uh, it's me, Rory."  

[Peggy Springwell]

Peggy let him wait a few moments before opening the door. She was dressed to impress and obviously excited to go.

"RORY! Are you ready? The ball is going to be Hextremely fun! Oh, you look handsome!"

She was chattering a mile a minute and fussing over him.

"So, what kind of entrance did you want to make? I mean, we can do it a ton of different ways and freak all the boos and ghouls out of their shoes. Well, we could always do it the boring way"

She looked at him with a little anxious anticipation.  

[Rorrim Rory Bludworth]

Peggy fussed a little bit with his tie, and Rory grinned. Suddenly, though, his attention was distracted.

There...above Marceline's bed. Hanging on the wall was the blank, whited-out mirror he had given her a few weeks ago. The one that his mother said was malfunctioning...and might even be dangerous. He could just grab it right now...leave a note. Of course, Marcie would be mad, and probably think he was making it up because of sour grapes, and all...

Peggy Springwell

"So, what kind of entrance did you want to make? I mean, we can do it a ton of different ways and freak all the boos and ghouls out of their shoes. Well, we could always do it the boring way"

Rory was thinking so hard about the mirror that he sort of nodded.

"Oh, whatever you think would be the best..." He replied, distractedly. He could almost...grab...

"WHY did you say that?!" Heimdal suddenly shouted out, startling Rory so much he nearly jumped right onto Falconnie's bed. "Didn't you SEE the skydiving harnesses?!"

"The WHAT?" Rory asked, seeing Peggy's pleased, hexcited expression.

"You're just as crazy as she is!" Heimdal pouted as he kicked at the tastefully color-coordinated parachute packs with a tiny hoof. "I shouldn't even allow you two to leave this room with my full lecture on extreme air sports safety! AGAIN!!!!"  

[Peggy Springwell]

Peggy clapped hexcitedly "yay! Let's go"

She grabbed the harnesses and then Rory, pulling him along behind her

"let's go make our entrance"  

[Marceline LaGhede]

Just after Rory and Peggy had left...

"Oh, caskets!" Marceline gasped. "Krim, turn the car around... I forgot somethin' very important!"

Kriminel obeyed his sister and headed back to the doomitories... even if they weren't on speaking terms at the moment, Marceline had drawn Rory as her Secret Santa, and she was determined to honor the sacred code of that tradition... and she knew just the thing to give to him...

Hastily wrapping the parcel in some plain brown paper, she tucked it under her arm and headed back to the car.  

[Vanissha de la Luz]

"..And I glad to hear you had such a great time at the ball, Vanissha. I wish you the best of Merry Christmas's. Enjoy your new fur coat, It's from your step mother as well, she picked it out." Vanissha tried not to roll her eyes at the screen, when he mentioned her new step mother getting her a gift. She didn't care for her new selkie step mother, when the truth was, that was the best fur coat she'd ever seen. It meant she put a lot of time into it. But Vanissha would never admit it.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there this year Sweatheart, work on the submarine has me stuck in Scarris, until after the new year. I love you. Good night My Darling." He smiled kindly at his daughter, and the selkie bride waves from behind him, just as the screen went black.

"I love you too Da--" She pouts having missed her chance. then bends her eyebrows in a scowl.

"Ohh I saw that little Vanissha..." Her mother said to her in a sing-song voice she always uses when she caught her doing something bad. This did't stop Vanissha from rolling her eyes at her mother.

"I was called away before, it was my agent, he's got Monsterious plans for me! Isn't Hauntlywood the greatest?! It going to be as you kids say 'Epic!' She laughed! "And you were saying? Something about you and PJ getting back together?"

"JD, mom, and no I didn't say that." They had gone back and forth between getting back together or not before The Invisible Woman finally got another phone call, despite having promised she'd turn off her icoffin.

"I have to go now darling, Smooches, and don't forget to try on that dress I sent you. it's to Die for! Merry Christmas, Love Yew! Ok?ByyEE!" There was an abrupt black screen, and suddenly Vanissha's room was filled with dead silence.

*Knock Knock* There were 2 soft knocks on the door which let Quicksliver to jump up and yelp happily.

Vanissha Opens her door to find Mr. Where, her uncle there with a beautiful Boo-quete of roses.

"Hello Vanissha, Merry Christmas, these are for you." Vanissha happily accepts them, and askes.

"What are you doing here?"

"And leave my favorite Niece all alone for Christmas? Never!" He said dramatically. "I was wondering If you could do me a favor? I have this script I'm writing and I really need to see it in live action, I need the best actress i can think of, So naturally I though of you."

"Supernaturally." she agreed

"Fangtastic! So here's what I was thinking for the next school play..." The two chatted as they walked down to the Aud. Vanissha was more then happy to help her Uncle. But more so, she was happy he was helping her as well.