Monster High - The School Grounds

[Perry Hartley]

Perry joined the cheer rather half heartedly, but that was fairly normal for him. Enthusiasm relating to school spirit simply wasn't his thing.
He shook his head at his naga friend, who'd risen up on his tail and was whooping loudly.

"You are such an embarassment."

"Ye're such a killjoy."

"Yeah well, Granite City man.. those guys are huge... and heavy. You ever tried tackling a gargoyle?"

"I cannae see it'd be much different tae tacklin' a brick wall."

"Exactly. "

"eh, ye'll be alrigh'. The Nightmares are doin' great this season. Leas... from wha I hear." Nathair had been barred from watching practices by Coach Igor, when he got excited storm clouds gathered rapidly and lightening rather put an end to any attempt at outdoor sports.

"Yeah, so long as Chase can keep his head in the game. The guy's been more distracted than ever, something about his sister, I dunno. I wasn't really listening."

"An HE'S the distracted one?"

"Hey, I have more important things to worry about than someone else's sibling issues. But he better get it together. I hate to say it, but we need him. He's impossible to tackle." Perry glanced toward Chase's little group, frowning a little.
"I dunno, with the fear squad out of action and one of our best players losing focus... excuse me if i'm finding it hard to be hugely optimistic about our chances out there."

"Ye'll be fine, the new fear squad ain't too bad either. though that could be jus' Venus' pollens talkin."  

[Ronan Aalto]

Ronan scanned the sea of monsters for a familiar Selkie face. Was this a good idea? Should he talk to her? No, he had to know her answer.
He managed to almost talk himself out of this endeavour twice before he finally caught sight of Doriana, gulping and forcing himself to move forward against the tide.
"Doriana!" He waved, unsure if she'd spotted him.  

[Glen da West]

Draconia St George

"Boo! You an' Chase are a boo-in, Drakie!" Glen said, tearing his attention away from the speakers and the Headmistress's announcement.

"It's all in the..." Glen fidgeted, seemingly in an epic battle with his dress (that is a weird thing to say) to get the helm to ease downward so he could see his lunch over the top of the hoop.

"All in the name of..."

Glen then huffed and simply solved his dilemma by shoving his dress under his legs and SITTING on it. He paused for a moment, and then nodded with a satisfied smile.

"It's all in the name of a fun little competition!" He squeeked. "I'm glad to see Rory go to the lengths he is. He's really fitting in at school! Which reminds me..."

Glen looked around and saw Chase still in the lunch line. He turned and leaned in close so he could share a whisper of conspiracy with his beastie.

"I need your help with Chase. He's been so distracted horsing around (ha!) with Devlyn an' Whinnie!"  

[Draconia St George]

"It's true, he has seemed a bit..." Draconia paused as Chase zoomed by, chasing Devlyn through the aisles of the Creepateria, sending trays flying through the air. "....tense lately."

At a nearby table, Whinnie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Perhaps it's time we organize a bit of a grimtervention for him? I mean, even Manny has realized that you can't catch Devlyn. True, it took him a year and a half, but now he almost rarely hardly ever chases Devlyn down the hallways."  

[Ascreama Poweurgh]

Ascreama joined her fellow students in the creepateria. The announcement from the Headmistress had sent chills down her goo, and earlier she was accosted by Iris who wanted to interview all the nominees! However, being in the slime light was pretty flattering.

She grimaced when she thought back to the short hallway interview with the cyclops. It all happened so fast! Had she answered all the questions alright? Had she made an impact? Surely her nerves had gotten the best of her, she'd mumbled too much or waffled on?

Meme the creepy clown appeared by her side as if she had read her friend's mind. "Don't worry, you did okay." She beamed a confident smile. During an indepth discussion about each other's gender swap outfits, the two had been stopped on their way to class.

"Oh, sure, you can say that! At least you didn't talk about food. You brought up good points like funding for clubs and equipment and stuff!" Ascreama sighed as she plonked herself down at a half empty table.

"No, no. You made some really good points, like the whole 'eating and nap breaks' in between classes. You're not the only one who needs a high food intake and plenty of sleep;" Meme sat opposite, fiddling with her gloves. "There are other goo goo-uls, the moth beings and such, the nocturnal ones who are taking day-classes. You're totally student-relatable, you want the stuff that they want! I come off as text-book normie pageant queen 'Oh world peace and ice cream for everyone please!' " She mimicked, giving a regal wave.

"You're a total goo-in," Ascreama smiled at her friend. "I'm just glad they're not pitting us against each other.. I wouldn't like that at all.." She sadly stroked her slimey beard

"But there can't be two scream queens!" Meme shrugged with a sigh. "It's friendly competition I guess.. Shame I couldn't be Scream King, eh? Or generic 'Scream Supreme President' or something? That'd be more my cuppa tea!" She tugged on her braces heartily. "The face fuzz is a nice touch by the way." She added, taking a large bite out of her handwitch.  

[Ronan Aalto]

The "girl" turned around, and Ronan quickly realised that this was NOT Doriana. Rather it was a sea monster boo in a dashing woman's waistcoat and pencil skirt. he was pulling off those heels remarkably well.

"Uh.. sorry, thought you were someone else.."

Curse this gender swap day, it was making recognising people extremely difficult.

Ronan sighed, there were just too many people around right now. Even if he located Doriana, there was no way they could have a meaningful conversation.

He passed Ascreama and Meme's table without recognising either, frowned, paused and glanced back.
Oh this really was messing with his head.

"Uh... Meme? Ascreama?" Please be correct this time  

[Meme Pennywise]

Meme twisted around as someone called their names, "Bingo!" She waved Ronan over. "I love your dress! Is that the one Ascreama helped you with?" She gushed over the outfit, skooching over and patting the seat next to her.

"Dude, I totally owe you for that soup! It was like a broth-y cure in a tub. Marvellous stuff." She nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh hi Ronan!" Ascreama smiled, a piece of pie stuck to her chin.  

[Ronan Aalto]

He nodded and took a seat. "She was uh.. very helpful." He looked down at his outfit and fiddled with the hem, he really did look uncomfortable but cheered a little at Meme's enthusiasm. A smile spread across his face.
"I'm glad, I shall have to let the chef know." He paused. "I like your hat?" He ventured.

He nodded to Ascreama and tried very hard not to stare at the pie, but it was right there. "uh.. you have a little something... "  

[Glen da West]

Draconia St George

"I know!" Glen nodded in agreement. "Of course, it doesn't help that half the time Abbey flips poor Manny over her head for running in the halls."

Glen popped open his Spellbound lunchbox and pulled out a four pack of red Ghoul, a 3 foot bogie sub, and some of his mom's goblin chef's special salted scaramel cookies. He peeled the helophane wrap off the bowl and offered some cookies to Draconia and Helene.

"That's a great idea, a grimtervention!" Glen beamed. "I can get him ... well wherever we need to, but do you think we'll have enough time before the game? I heard poor Whinnie is having second thoughts about going to the dance to protect Devlyn."

There was a loud crash that startled several kids and Glen cringed. They spotted Chase, covered in food, picking himself up from an overturned table and fixing his bonnet. Meanwhile, Devlyn had slid under one creepateria table and ended up on the other side, and joined Whinnie.

"He's a fast little devil. I'll give him that!" Chase grumbled.  

[Draconia St George]

"No time like the present!" Draconia stated with conviction as she stood up and helped Chase pick the deviled egg salad off of his once-very-nice poke bonnet.

"Chase Q, your friends need to see you. NOW." There was a tone in Draconia's voice that Chase did not dare to disobey. The two of them trotted over to the table where Glen and Hellene sat. Draconia crossed her arms. Hellene crossed her arms. Glen attempted to cross his arms, but his pink gauze sleeves were far too puffy, so he had to settle for simply placing his arms at his sides very severely.

"Chase...." Draconia informed the centaur. "This is a grimtervention."  

[Motthew Clendenin]

Motthew looked around as he headed to the creepateria. He brought his own liquid lunch to enjoy. Inside, it didn't seem like anyone really was there yet. He didn't even see Doriana. Still, he smiled and sat at an empty table.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and his wings out a little.  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Vinnie strolled into the creepateria, clad in an aged white suit she found in a thrift shop. Immediately spotting Perry sitting with a naga boo, she took her box lurch and sat down across from him.

"Hey there, stranger." She smirked at him, then glanced over at his friend. "Do you mind... slithering off for a second? Perry and I have unfinished business to attend to here."

Vinnie eyed Nathair until he was sufficiently out of earshot for her liking; her gaze then turned back to Perry with look of smug satisfaction.

"Now that we're alone, let's talk about this Tombcoming thing. Are you going?"  

[Perry Hartley]

The naga smirked oddly at Vinnie and shot Perry a knowing, amused look.
Perry just glared at him.

"Aye, I got practice anyway."

Perry sighed and looked to Vinnie.
"Sweet suit." He adjusted his ridiculous head band self consciously.
"Tombcoming? An excuse to dress up in a stupid outfit and dance like a twit! Count me in!" A smirk broke across his face and he laughed, clearly joking. "Actually, Nathair's forcing me to go." He nodded after his departed friend. "Been hoping he'd somehow acquire a ghoulfriend all week, just so he'll get off my case about it."

Shaking his head, the realisation dawned that there must be a reason vinnie was asking.

"Uh... why?"  

[Ascreama Poweurgh]

Ascreama nodded enthusiastically, "I think everyone is looking positively dapper today. Some of the boos have style. I saw a dreamy looking sea spirit earlier in the cutest scalor dress I've ever seen! I'm totally going to ask where they got it from."

Ronan vaguely pointed towards Ascreama's face at the offending food piece, "Just.. there.." He said with a wiggle of a finger, trying desperately not to look directly at it. Ascreama raised an eyeblob and asked, "Where?" vigorously rubbing at her face with the back of her hand.

The blob of pie filling was rubbed even more around her face and beard. "I hate it when this happens.." She moaned, and simply absorbed the food through her skin. Ronan's face contorted into a look of nausea and disgust.

"Whoops.." Ascreama dropped her food onto a napkin when she saw Ronan's near-vomit-expression and covered her face with her hands "I'm really sorry.. I know you hate that. I wasn't thinking.."  

[Ronan Aalto]

"I.. " He stared at the table, trying to ignore his knotting stomach. "It's alright. Maybe I will eventually get used to it." He didn't sound optimistic though. "At.. least you got it?" He gulped a little.
"Dreamy sea spirit?" Dreamy? What did that even mean? "Honestly I wonder how you ghouls do this every day, my feet ache terribly and I keep tripping over." And his boots didn't even have much of a heel, goodness knows how monsters like Kai were managing teetering around on 6 inch skullettos.