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Green Tent

Yeah, he was lying. But West wasn't about to get into that here, not where everyone could see and potentially hear. He raised his head until he could see over the top of Yaya's, his chin nestled between her horns, and gave her a brief squeeze. It was comforting, as much as he hated to admit it, and he didn't even mind Holly watching. Mostly.

"Nope. Jus'some dinosaur boats n'tea parties." He sighed softly. Before all that terrible s**t had gone down the house had seemed almost playful. He hadn't really appreciated it then. "Right, Holly?" West didn't know if the ghost would hear him, but he looked over at her anyway. It was starting to become a chore even to whisper, mostly because he was going about it with all the force of normal speech. He wondered what would happen if he just got up and left. Another faint sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes for a little longer than a blink before opening them again.

GREEN TENTTT

Red's dead.

The answer to Jericho's question was simple, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. He would have known the professor much better than she did- in the first place, Vieve had never had any personal contact with Red, only heard of her.

She stepped off the chair, swaying slightly, reaching upwards to take the bottle back, though naturally, she couldn't reach, what with the difference in height. The tent spun around her- the salamander felt awfully sick, recalling the hollow skeleton left- the only thing that had been left of Red. In her mind, she was picturing herself as that skeleton, drained of FEAR, and gone forever. Not how she'd imagined herself spending the rest of her life. Briefly clinging to Jericho's shirt for support, she let go when she'd managed to regain her balance.

"she died," the salamander choked out, speaking more to Jericho's shirt than.. the dragon himself. "that's.. all that's left."

GREEN TENT

He hadn't given her much of a reaction, but she hadn't expected him to scream and run circles or something, anyway- the Jericho she knew (though not well, admittedly), had always been sort of.. silent, stoic, and even though she'd thought of those qualities as boring, once.. If anything, that comforted her slightly- she'd come back to Halloween to something familiar.

"Mmmm." There was something particularly therapeutic about the way he'd patted her on the head, although it was something she wasn't used to. There.. hadn't really been anyone to hold her close and reassure her, ever- and so she simply assumed that wasn't something she needed. More than that, though, was Jericho's warmth, soothing the chill she'd felt from Red's fire.

Fire that both burnt and froze.. fire that had hurt her, a fire elemental. Drawing away from Jericho, she looked up at him again.

"Can I have that back?" This time, her voice was a bit stronger, more insistent. She would place the bottle in her room- or even carry it around- as a reminder that she had to grow stronger.

Purple Tent

Before Riyo had a chance to respond to Mot with either an apology or a shoot back at him, the nurse came to check on her. The ghoul began wincing at Cricket's gentle touch. There was a nice wound to the side of her head where a rock had torn her skull a new one. Damn rocks and their senseless violence.

"Uh." She started, the slowness of her responses giving a clue that the ghoul might not all be there. "Well... My brain feels like it's grown two sizes too big for my skull and wants to crawl out through that teeny hole above my ear." Teeny was a bit of an understatement, and her way of explaining things probably wasn't very helpful. "And my legs are in some kind of disagreement with my head over the appropriate way to walk, because they seem to want to bend this way and that." Her tone lowered and picked up at random places while she gave this... Intricate explanation of how her body was feeling. "And the breeze on my shoulder feels like salt and broken glass." What a lovely self-inflicted wound that was.

"Basically... I feel like s**t... But I can see and hear." Not that it couldn't be assumed by the copious amounts of blood flowing down her head and shirt, but it managed to get a stupid smile on her face.

Until Mitsu came in to hug her.

"ow." Was all she said, though it seemed she wasn't going to fight it this time, like she had neglected to do with Hel. Half of it was because she was just too tired to fight. The other half... Well... It seemed to bring some semblance of comfort to her teammates. Comfort that, while she denied that she wanted it, she knew her teammates could use it.

"Okay Hel. Close the door on your way out." ... What door?

GREEN TENT

"Thank you." Taking the bottle from him, she held it tightly, instead of putting it back into her bag. She had no way of knowing what he was thinking about, nor did she... particularly care, though she noted the distant expression on his face with some measure of... sadness?

The students who had known Red- and who knew she was gone- were probably grieving, and Vieve had no intentions of involving herself in that. Nodding politely to Jericho, the salamander turned and took a few shaky steps towards the entrance of the tent. Clutching on the fabric somewhat awkwardly, she paused, then turned back.

"Jericho.."

As her hand slipped, drawing the flap open, light hit her. It wasn't particularly bright- Halloween never was, but it was enough to disorient her, making her forget what she wanted to say. Biting her lip, she stole a glance at him, then exited quickly, one hand clutching the bottle and the other the strap of her messenger bag.

Just a while more before she reached her dorm room.

She died. She died. Professor Red was dead. She died. Red died.

... Toby could hear it in from nearly every direction as she stumbled, not only from the thick bodies of the green tent, but all the others, the bystanders, what felt like the open air. It was an absolutely devastating collective whisper she just could not handle anymore, setting her jaw as firmly as she could and tightening an already white knuckled grip around Iris's harness to hasten the scareon along faster. Hooves be damned. Migraine be damned. She was intact, she could walk, and she no longer wanted to be here under any circumstances.

Perhaps she'd have to apologize later to Team X for abandoning them without a proper reunion, of sorts, but for now? None of that mattered. All she wanted was to get out of there, and get beyond this place which still felt too strongly of the dead, and she could only trust blindly in the guidance of Iris to accomplish that.

Thank Jack his lead was true at the end, pulling her gingerly through the shufflnig bodies, the cots, and the crowds without any run-ins, and off.

... Maybe she would stumble her way on down to Tomoko's dorm to pick up poor Tiny and see how the kitsune was doing, or maybe... just yet, she wouldn't even manage that, for now. As long as she wasn't in this place hearing that talk any longer, it'd be alright.

Or at least, that was what she kept repeating to herself the whole way as she finally took her leave: just another shaken and defeated youth among too many just the same.

((Toby has exited, off and away~))

GODDESS OF TENTS - RED

Okay, she had a lovely patient underneath her red tent. That was..curious, yes, but Cricket was quick with her attentiveness, looking over the ghoul who was laid on the cot. She smoothed a hand over her shoulder, then checked her pulse, lifting her arm to look over the cuts and bruises that had formed on them. These poor students seemed to have been through hell, hadn't they?

It was a bothersome thought to the ghostly woman, but even a check of the head told her there was no significant head trauma. In fact, it really seemed like all she needed was to rest. A good sign, but she could see how she'd ended up underneath the red tent.

The nurse sat down and took a moment to clean up the cuts and any blood that was showing on the ghoul, even going as far as to shift her clothing to check for any bleeding underneath it, though she didn't strip or remove anything from the demoness. Some glass had to be removed (why was there glass in the students?), but overall she was looking healthy. Excellent. She got up, moving to pull a few things out of her first aid kid - a cup to put some cherry flavored medication in, a water bottle for drinking (as this a bad idea?), and then she moved to the green tent for a moment to take up both her insectoid companion, but also a couple of the spookies to take back to the red tent.

She set all of them on a table she pulled over to set next to the ghoul for when she woke up, leaving a note with it:

Eat this before you go anywhere.

Purple Tent

It was hard to explain why Damien felt such restlessness. It was just agonizing to lie there on the table and wait for treatment, when a few paces away nurse Cricket was taking care of a patient, the tent was filled with groans and winces from those who suffered at the hands of Red's mercy flames and survived.

"Hey Bu why were you over there?" Demi began to bark out to his partner in crime transferring slowly from the blue tent. "Burns are treated here, Half wit beast." he said as matter of fact. His tail lazily swished around, keeping away from his lower back and its sore flesh before he had to breach the peace with a cry of pain. "She's probably getting treated, hopefully not as bad as we are dude."