Monster High - The School Grounds

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Perry Hartley

"Well..." Vinnie stretched her arms forward, like a werecat just waking up, before folding her claws together tightly. "I was gonna skip the whole thing entirely, but then Bloodgood told me I had to go. Turns out getting nominated for Scream Queen, even when you didn't want to be, imbues you with certain rip-sponsibilites."

She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before continuing.

"Anyway, it's also apparently not acceptable for me to go stag to this thing, either. So I figured, if I have to go, I might as well go with someone I can tolerate for more than a few minutes..."

Vinnie then loosened up her claws and, keeping them woven together, raised them up under her chin. She fluttered her eyelashes in a sort of sarcastic way, feigning a girlish demeanor.

"What I'm trying to say is, I think we should go together. So how 'bout it? Pick me up at 8?"  

[Ascreama Poweurgh]

Even Meme shuddered at Ascreama's act. "Sorry.." She muttered again, feeling embarrassed. She knew a lot of monsters found her gooey substance and.. mannerisms a little uncouth sometimes and she tried to keep the 'grosser' habits to herself, but she'd gotten to a certain comfortable point around her friends and often her guard let slip.

"Yeah, it's hard, huh? It's best to stick to flats, or good shoes that support your ankle bones-" Ascreama was happy that Ronan changed the subject matter quickly.

"You don't have those kind of ankles, Screamy.." Meme interrupted. "Have been reading those health scabazines again? You know you don't have the bone structure that those tabloids are aimed at. They're for elderly witches and the likes. I keep tellin' you they sell copies of the Bi-Weekly Blob at the maul."

Ascreama shrugged reluctantly and admitted, "It's just source material I have laying around, for scrap booking and pose references and stuff.. Just wear whatever you like! I know that you'd totally wear your slippers to school everyday if you could." she taunted.  

[Chase Q]

Draconia St George

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

"It is? Whooooa!"

Chase looked around at the table with his friends staring glaring at him expectantly. He leaned in toward Draconia and whispered,

"Which one of you needs it? Wait! Don't tell me! This is about..."

Chase pointed at Glen behind the palm of his hand and then mimiced someone drinking. He looked at the ghouls hexpectantly.  

[Ronan Aalto]

"Slippers were not hugely practical either, not enough grip on these floors."
He was a little lost as to the conversation to be perfectly honest, clinging to the only bits he could make sense of.

"It will be nice to be back to normal on Monday." He nodded, yes he was looking forward to an end of spirit week and back to his old, comfortable clothes.  

[Perry Hartley]

Perry stared at Vinnie for a minute or two without speaking, trying to process the situation and figure out the best way to respond without ending up with her dumping his drink over his head or something. Oh he had no doubt she was the sort to do that kind of thing, she came across as dramatic.

Slowly he shrugged. Why not? Gave him someone to talk to who wasn't Nathair, who was honestly just plan embarrassing to spend any length of time with. Best friends they may be, didn't mean they didn't bicker like brothers constantly.

"Sure. Beats standing in the corner all night on my own." He grinned. "You're running for scream queen?" He clearly looked amused by that. She didn't seem the sort who cared about such popularity contests.  

[Draconia St George]

Chase Q

Chase pointed at Glen behind the palm of his hand and then mimiced someone drinking. He looked at the ghouls hexpectantly.

Draconia sighed.

"No....that particular grimtervention is still in the planning stages. I am afraid this is something much more urgent. Chase...." Draconia put her claw on his arm and gave him her most persuasive look. "For the sake of yourself, your sister, the Nightmares, Monster High, and the ENTIRE UNIVERSE, you MUST stop trying to stomp Devlyn into a greasy pile of red mush!"  

[Tori Underbridge]

Skinny Sally

Tori Underbridge

Sally helped Jewels hang the posters through out the school, sprinkling glitter anywhere she could. She found she could do it much quicker if she posted them through the fourth dimension, since it seemed time flowed a bit different. Once she finished one main hallway, she stood looking down and nodded. She moved against the wall when the other students began walking through for lunch.

Tilting her head, she went off to see how Tori was doing.

"Hey Sally. The sign is all ready! I made it in eeekktronics class but I need to warn you i'm not the best at that kinda thing, I'm more an arts and crafts kinds ghoul."

She thumbs to a cart against the wall with a tarp covering it. It was large but not heavy enough for the ghouls to carry.

"Maybe I should have asked Lin for help...?" She mutters, unbeknown that he's a bad R,I.Pulation with 'Letrics as she does.  

[Roswell Grey]

As the mountain off food attached to a little Alien Boy found its seat, one could tell Roswell was feeling back to his normal self.

The pep-rally was going to be fun, but he was really looking forward to Tombcoming dance with Melody! heart  

[Glen da West]

Draconia St George

"Stop..."

Chase quirked his head to the side and bore a perplexed expression. He the righted himself and shook his head vigorously ... then again.

"Hey what is this? I'm only trying to defend my baby sister's honor! That little devil..."

"Asked her to go to the Tombcoming Dance with him." Glen finished with a smile. "That's it. Nothing bad."

Hellene added, "He didn't want to go alone, and your sister didn't want to go alone. And I'm sure you don't want your sister to be a wail flower."

Glen raised a brow in questioning and patted Chase's other arm, opposite the one Draconia was holding.

"And besides, look at it this way." Glen said. "I'm sure Devlyn's intentions with Whinnie are no different than yours are with me."

Chase's head whipped around to glare at Devlyn and Whinnie sharing lunch across the creepateria and he snorted through his nose.

eek

Glen said, "What? What'd I say!?"  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Perry Hartley

A strange noise erupted from Vinnie's throat as she rolled her eyes. "I was nominated... I didn't ask for it. But apparently that doesn't matter... I swear though, if I get voted in, that clown ghoul is gonna find herself hanging from the belfry..."

She paused for a moment, parsing what Perry had said. Did he really accept her proposal to go to Tombcoming together? She waved off the shock that someone might actually want to fang out with her, and grinned.

"Fangtastic!" Vinnie squealed, then scrambled to regain her composure. "I mean... cool. Cool, cool, cool. You can fetch me at the Doomitories, then."  

[Perry Hartley]

"Clown Ghoul?" He had no idea who she was talking about, but oh well.
"Yeah sure, Doomitories at 8 then?"

He snickered slightly, apparently distracted now by what was going on with Chase.
"You know, I think we're about to get a show."  

[Vinnie Lovecraft]

Vinnie snorted, her face tentacles twitching with excitement.

"Has there ever been a fight at this school? Either way, this is gonna be good."

She reached into her back and pulled out a bag of chips. Laying out a napkin on the table, she poured a big pile between her and Perry and began munching on them, keeping her eyes locked on Chase.  

[Draconia St George]

"Not helping, Glen...." Draconia rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was clearly not going to work. They didn't even have the big 'GRIMTERVENTION' banner or enough time to write out thoughtful letters to Chase detailing how his obsession with squishing Devlyn was impacting them all. These were important steps to a proper grimtervention!

"Chase, you must understand, this doesn't just impact you and your friends, after all. Your teammates need you to be focused on the game against Granite City! They're counting on you to be able to take that ball and...run...your fastest...."

Draconia trailed off. Something struck her in her head...something important. Something that maybe wasn't quite the solution everymonster wanted, but....

"You know what, Chase, never you mind! Grimtervention called off! Do be on your scary old way, then! Go on!"

"Drakie, wha-" Glen started to protest, but Draconia was already off into the creepateria. She needed to find another member of the football team, and she needed them fast. She spotted Perry Hartley.

"Perry! This is VERY important." She informed him, clasping her claws in front of her. "Every football team member gets free tickets for the big game - do you or ANYone else on the team have two tickets in the end zone where Monster High scores?!"  

[Perry Hartley]

"I bet they'll manage to talk him out of it. Come on Chase, don't be a werechicken, smash that little devil dude." He wasn't talking loud enough for chase to hear thank goodness, but it was taking every ounce of self control not to start chanting fight fight fight.

He helped himself to some chips.

"What do you think the little dude did anyway? He's got him pretty steamed up."

He was interupted by Draconia, who he stared at for a moment, adjusted his glasses and grinned.

"Tickets? End ... wait.. are you planning what I think you're planning?" Oh that WAS brilliant. He nodded in approval. "You know what, i'll see what I can do."  

[Draconia St George]

"FangTAStic." Draconia gave Perry a solemn, knowing nod and tapped her nose. "If you would hexcuse me, I need to speak with Whinnie about certain matters pertaining to her seating arrangements for the big game. Ta!"

Draconia followed after Whinnie, who had already disposed of her lunch tray and was on her way out of the Creepateria. Devlyn, it seemed, had already pulled a very wise disappearing act, and Draconia could have sworn she smelled a hint of brimstone...