Monster High - The School Grounds

[Shadeaux D Gloom]

Lurking in the shadow at the table, as was the norm for a Sackmanboo, Shad heard Marceline's stomach growl and he quietly slid half of his own lurch, a gaping Ragwood sammich on a napkin in front of her.  

[Rorrim Rory Bludworth]

"You can have mine." Rory turned his tray towards Marceline. "I've lost my appetite."

There was only one thing to do. Taking a deep breath, Rory stood up, and walked over to the corner where Gryff and his cronies usually sat during lunch. Atomica was seated next to Gryff, eating a circut-board-filled sandwich as Gryff sipped from a cup of what Rory was sure was the most hexclusive blend of coffin he could possibly manage.

Rory exhaled, and spoke.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't realize that there was going to be some big dust-up about what happened at Murk Trial yesterday. And I really didn't know it was going to get anyone else involved. You didn't spike me with a sleep potion." Rory turned around and tried to shout loud enough for the whole creepateria to hear.

"HE DID NOT SPIKE ME WITH A SLEEP POTION." Rory held out a hand towards Gryff for a shake. "Bygones?"  

[Atomica Servo]

Atomica gave Rory an LED stink-eye. Duh, of course Gryff didn't spike him with a sleep potion! What a weird thing to say. What a weirdo. Weird weirdo.

"Listen, shiny boy." Atomica cut Rory off before he could disturb Gryff's time meditating on the thirty-six separate favors afforded him by his rare Scaru-vian blend soy latte. "If you think coming over here and kissing up to Gryff is going to earn you more Tombcoming votes - well, I admit that's a pretty good plan and I totes would have done it if anyone had bothered to nominate me, which wouldn't happen because the instant they did I would have rejected the nomination because I could NEVER EVER EEEEEEEVER compete with Gryff and you shouldn't either, well, mister, you are SO TOTALLY WRONG!"

Sheesh, these Tombcoming candidates, is getting more votes all they thought about?, Atomica wondered to herself as she stood up, picked up Rory around the waist and deposited him back at his own lurch table. For good measure, she informed everyone in the vicinity...

"GRYFF IS SPIFF. VOTE FOR HIM FOR TOMBCOMING KING AND QUEEN, MEAT CREATURES! OR ELSE!"

She wasn't sure what the 'or else' would be, yet. She'd have to dedicate some hardcore server time to figuring that out.  

[Rorrim Rory Bludworth]

"What....just happened?"

Rory found himself sitting back at his table and addressed everyone there with genuine confusion.  

[Marceline LaGhede]

"Don't mind Atomica, Rory." Marceline rolled her eyes. "She can get sorta, well, ov'rpotective of Gryff sometimes."

Though, Atomica's attitude did make Marceline realize something. Everyone else nominated for Tombcoming court were all doing things to make people want to vote for them, and Marceline had done very little. Mostly because she wasn't sure she even wanted to be Scream Queen, but with Rory's popularity rising as the week went on she felt he had a frighting chance. And then she thought about how glamorous it would be to be crowned Queen alongside Rory as king and her eyes glazed over in dreaminess...

"Oh!" Her mind snapped back to reality when she remembered something very important. "Dashner, b'fore I forget. Tomorrow's Home Ick lab is a huge part'a our grade. I was hopin' you could meet me later tonight so we can go over everything! Are you free around 6 tonight?"  

[Ronan Aalto]

Ronan carefully hastened toward Dorianna's table.

"Dorianna!" He called. "I uh.. forgot to ask."

He'd spent the past few classes panicking about tombcoming, it was just about all anyone could talk about. Who would be tombcoming king and queen, who was taking who, what an incredible night it was going to be. He was feeling the pressure now, and it made him uneasy. He'd never had to do anything where another person was relying on him to get it totally right, she may say she didn't care, but Meme had made it clear that no matter what, a ghoul had expectations even if she claimed she didn't.
He nodded a polite greeing to Mothew and continued.

"My mother insisted I should find out what colour your dress was, so I can... coordinate." He said the last word slowly, looking utterly confused and lost.

Of course he'd told his mother about tombcoming, and she'd been extremely excited by the idea. Though he had gotten a good half hour lecture about the problems with dating a full blooded selkie and her family, despite his protests that they were not in fact dating, he was just taking her to a dance.
They weren't dating right? I mean, a date required more than just a formal event, there was supposed to be affection and spending time together by choice.

"So uh... what colour is your dress?"  

[Glen da West]

Glen dropped his fork full of spaghoonie to his tray with a clatter and his eyes grew wide, forgetting about his temporary concern of Chase making Devlyn's unlife miserable.

"Glen, what's wrong?" His beastie, Draconia asked.

"Ohhh! I almost forgot!" Glen yelped and he quickly dug around in his pocket and pulled out his iCoffin/wand, only this time intending to use it AS an iCoffin! Glen shook his head.

"I can't believe I forgot to do this..."

"Do wot?"

Glen didnt answer straight away, but moments later, Draconia's own iCoffin went off with a buzz, as did so many other ghouls in the creepateria.

Quote:

From: Glen da West

Hi ghouls! Do you need your hair done for Tombcoming? Then go to the maul Saturday mourning for the Hair Hexpo! My Aunty Scarie needs ghoul models and is willing to do your hair in hexchange!

 

[Glen da West]

Rorrim Rory Bludworth

Glen then put his iCoffin away, then thought for a moment. rather than take it back out, he climbed up onto his chair and called across the creepateria.

"RORY! AUNTIE SCARIE SAYS SHE HEXPECTS YOU TO BE THERE THERE AT THE MAUL TOO!"

Glen then calmly sat back down, smiled at Draconia and resumed his lurch.  

[Marceline LaGhede]

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Marceline's iCoffin rumbled in her purse with Glen's message... Scarie LaVeau! She had no idea Scarie was related to Glen... small world, she thought. Scarie was a client of Marceline's Uncle Legba, which made her practically part of the family. Marceline hadn't seen Scarie since long before she moved to New Salem, so she was looking forward to seeing her "auntie" Scarie again.

Count me in, Glen! She hexted a reply.  

[Skinny Sally]

Sally sat at her table in the corner, unnoticed by everyone, eating her lunch. She heard Glen tell across the room at Rory and looked up, tilting her head. What was going on at the maul?

BZZT! BZZT!

Then, her icoffin went off, as well as many others, and she had her answer. She tilted her head at the hext. Hair dresser? Sally looked up, touching her head. Huh. Can't do much with no hair. She decided maybe she'll creep around the maul anyway. Just to see what was going on.  

[Tori Underbridge]

Poor Jewels, Tori's otherwise bubbly attitude was starting to deflate, she quickly gave Jewels a side hug, and back rub.

BZZT! BZZT!

Tori, looked down at her icoffin a small smile at the message. If anyone could reign in her troll hair surely it would be a witch!

Glen da West

"Thanks Glen! So there!" She quickly texted back.

Felix Faun

Putting her icoffin away, tat's when she saw Felix! This made her even more happy as she got an idea!

"I'll be right back Jewels!" She quickly ran to Felix and gave him a hug!

"Felix! Please I need you're help. You'll have to help me! A ghouls unlife depends on it!"  

[Jewels Underne]

Jewels slowly examined her phone, her hair? she raised a hand to run her claws through her short locks. Maybe getting prettied up would make her feel better... but at the same time, tombcoming felt so meaningless without a date.

"W.. wait Tori.. what?" She squeaked as Tori ran off.  

[Doriana Taylor]

Ronan Aalto

"So uh... what colour is your dress?"

Doriana looked up at the mentioning of her name, snapping out of a daydream she was having about Tombcoming. She was super excited, and as each day progressed, she got even more exciting. She looked forward to the evening with Ronan, as it'd help her get to know him better. She looked up at the other Selkie, trying to remember the color of her dress.

"If I remember correctly, the main color is a light blue silk. There are a few under colors, which are purple and pink."

Before she could continue...

*Bzzt* *Buzzt*!!

Her iCoffin buzzed. She took it out of her swimsuit pocket, and read the message that Glen had sent out. After staring it it for a few seconds, she began to type out a reply...

Dearest Glen,
I would love to, thanks for the offer. However, do you have anymore information on the other side of the offer? As in, what type of modeling? How much type will it take?
Thanks, have a great afternoon.
~Doriana Taylor