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Purple tent

He looked.. Hadiyya couldn't find words. Hollow, maybe, but even that didn't seem to cover the expression on his face coupled with the bruises and burns that covered nearly every inch of actual skin. It made her chest tight to look at him, and she could already feel the tell tale heat of moisture in her eyes just from the sight of him so beaten up.

He took her hand, and she tensed, she couldn't help it, but her dark fingers closed around his, squeezing gently as he pulled her around to take a seat beside him on the cot. Exotic features a wash of worry and confusion. Why was he having her sit? There were so many things she could be doing for him, fetching bandages or or even just offering a drink of cold water. Something to help. She wanted to help.

But she took a seat, keeping her hold on his hand for as long as he'd let her. Her thumb sliding in a slow, comforting circles against the paleness of his knuckles as he looked at her. She didn't like his expression, there was more there then just a hard fight and the resulting injuries. With nothing more then his expression and the tone of his voice as he said her name to go by she already knew she wasn't going to like what he sad to say, but she kept her lips closed in a worried little frown and let him continue.

"What?" She blinked as he told her, fingers stilling against his hand as she stared at him wide eyed. Surely he was mistaken, it was silly, Red dying. Impossible really. But she didn't speak her doubts, the force of his gaze as he looked at her was all the assurance she needed.

Glowing eyes flicked out and around the tent, falling on Cricket and many of the other students before returning to Johan. Did the other volunteers know? Did the staff? She didn't think so. And it was confirmed when Arel and one of the Bogeymen entered, talking amongst themselves. By their conversation(yes she ease dropped) it became abundantly clear.

GODDESS OF THE TENTS - PURPLE

Cricket looked towards the source of disturbance underneath the purple tent, looking up when she heard both a familiar voice...and a voice she wasn't as enthused to hear about. The nurse gave the Boogieman a look - a seething and angry look. He dared come into her domain and speak of threats? Still that was all she did, she didn't lash out at the invader, instead she turned her attention to Arel.

The look on his face told her everything, and she nodded somberly at him.

"Of course." she reached out an patted him on the shoulder, that one gesture saying everything it needed to - Be safe, the trio is down to two - but she did not follow after him, nor the Boogieman who loomed over the ice demon. She watched them both suspiciously, before her attention turned to the fact that her help was in her tent again. Cricket seemed to click with a certain amount of frustration.

However..

"Hadiyya." The thing with the nurse and nicknames was that she did not use them. "If you have the time to bother your friend, get him medicine, ice, and some painkillers for that." she clearly meant the burn, but still, she knew she couldn't be everywhere at once. "If you have time to bother him after that, wet some bandages and scrape away the more severe of the burns then wrap them immediately. He should take at least two doses of the medicine." She meant the peach flavored medicine, really.

But still, if she had her hands full in one place, she'd just..instruct for the time being.

She looked to Sammy then shook her head. They were young. The young did not understand the way the world worked.

Purple Tent

Johan stared after the pair as Arel and his boogeyman shadow left the tent. What in Jack's name? He hadn't bothered to hide the fact that he'd been eavesdropping, though from the expression on the boogeyman left in the tent, they didn't particularly care. No. They'd wanted them to hear. And this boogeyman had been left behind to make sure the order was followed, no doubt.

Johan didn't know how to feel. He met Haddiya's eyes again, and slowly shook his head. He was glad he'd had time to tell her the truth of the matter, and he could see she believed him, but further discussion would obviously have to wait.

As Cricket scolded Haddiya, Johan freed his hand from hers, mildly surprised at himself that he'd let her hold it so long. Bigger things to think about, he supposed. He glanced back at the boogeyman. Bigger things, indeed.

Purple tent

Lower lip caught between her teeth, Hadiyya met Johan's eyes as the Bogeymen left, her own a little wide. What the Jack was going on? Where they honestly going to try to cover it up? Make it out to be a lot less then what it really was? Yaya hadn't been there to witness it, but even she was outraged by the implications of a cover up.

There wasn't time to dwell on it though. Cricket called to her, and the djinn jumped to her feet, turning immediately to face the nurse as she began giving the ghoul orders. It was a relief really, having a legitimate task to do, and it would give her something to concentrate on until she had a chance to question Johan further later, away from the prying eyes of the Bogeyman or even the faculty of the school. Safely away from any prying eyes or ears. "Yes ma'm!" She called back.

When Johan took his hand back she let him go, thankful for the small amount of contact he'd allowed her. He might have needed the comforting, but after worrying over them all Yaya certainly did. "You're going to be alright," she assured the reaper, smiling softly down at him before moving off to get the medicine as directed. "Stay there, I'll be right back."

She hurried off and was back within minutes, a little cup in her hand with some pleasantly smelling liquid inside, bandages and other important supplies held against her chest. "Here, drink this please."

Purple tent

The reaper took the medicine and Yaya watched as it started to take effect, noting the sigh and the slight sag of his shoulders. Good. The djinn knew all too well how painful burns could be, and she didn't wish that on anyone. It hurt her heart to see so many of the students returning with obvious burns and singed clothing and hair. She wanted to ask, but it would have to wait for now.

"How bad are the burns?" Gingerly she picked at a bit of burned fabric on his arm. Glowing blues wandering over his entire frame in the search for damaged skin.

His hands looked pretty bad, and she frowned down at them before flicking her eyes back up to his face. An apologetic sort of look crossed her features a split second before she took both his hands in her own, and before he could open his mouth to protest he'd feel cold water surrounding the painful skin, the touch of her own skin drawing away. When he looked down he'd see water surrounding his hands and wrists in a thin layer, clinging there of it's own accord. "That should help a little."

Green Tent

Roch stepped into the tent, looking frustrated, and still only wearing boxers and glitter--and Desiree, of course, but that was to be taken for granted. He didn't even look around when he saw the table of spookies, just walked over, grabbed one, and dropped down on a chair to eat it and flip through the phone he'd finally gotten back.

But it didn't take him long to notice he wasn't alone. Slowly he looked up. Slowly he found himself staring at someone that looked all too jacking familiar.

"Jackdammit," he said. "Is this some sort of publicity stunt? Am I being recorded in my jackin' boxers or something?" He looked around for a camera.

Blue Tent - Entering from Space~

LW didn't even pay attention to whatever was going on once she stepped outside the house. She simply let the Boogeymen lead her towards the portal with the others. The she-wolf just wanted to be home. And finally, finally they were home again. The she-wolf felt like part of a rubber-band had started to break. Some of her pressure eased inside of her, but not all if it. No not yet.

Blinking, LW realized what was around them. Tents. Different colored tents. All of which were for different levels of treatment it seemed. It didn't occur to her to wonder if maybe she should get herself looked over. She felt fine, if a little heavy in the heart category. Was that slice down her back still there? Did it need stitches? Should she maybe get the rest of herself checked out in case the shocks from the generator or maybe being burned and frozen alive at the same time by Red's attack had done any damage? Honestly, none of this crossed her mind. Though the last could possibly explain why her back no longer bothered her. Because she was too numb from everything else.

Looking at Tybalt who still carried Jove, LW nodded at him. "I...yes. I'll come with both of you."

Her violet eyes scanned the area slowly. Hoping with too much hope to find a face she desperately wanted to see. But he wasn't here! LW felt her shoulders fall and tail drag as she entered the blue tent with her friends.

Entering from Space
Blue Tent

5/40 HP...

Bul was scorched. Bul was scorched REALLY ******** BAD. Once he had stepped through the door and onto the school grounds he could not help but feel stressed and unsettled at the energy and chaos that ensued around him. Sure it wasn't as bad as the domain of Space but the boil was just so ready to go home. Giving the notices outside the tents a good read over, the boil had successfully determined he belonged in the purple tent due to the inferno that Red delivered to his body.

Though when he peeked into that tent and saw Cricket tending to most of the students he froze and immediately jerked backwards, covering his mouth to hide the vocal hiss from such a movement. Wincing, he stepped aside and moved on down the line to the BLUE tent instead. Blue tent was for students who just weren't feeling well... right? Yea, he could handle that! These scabs would all flake off eventually anyway after taking a few soaks in some skin moisturizers.

In fact Bul could not bring himself to use the purple tent after making it back on his feet just fine, if you consider limping across a deserted canyon just fine. With a couple scrapes on his face and knees he looked like he'd gotten caught in a bar fight and lost.

Nervously he watched and waited for student attention praying that he may not need any of the nurse's help after his...

escapades. In sex-ed.

((will be slow tonight, having company and going places!))