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It hadn't really bothered him that Coralie had practically dragged him away one day he'd been napping, claiming that they had things to do because jack-damnit, she was bored. He had little to no time at all to react, and despite it, he had gone along with it. In all honesty, the ghoul could have practically told him she was determined to walk off the edge of the world and he'd have told her he would happily join her on that particular adventure. If only because it was bound to be interesting.

So thus, when she'd come up with this particular idea, the gargoyle had swiftly decided he wanted in on it. Of course, then again, he'd probably have been dragged in for the ride even if he hadn't been up for it. So many students had left on the Train, and while it'd been nice to have the school sorta empty-ish at first, it'd grown boring soon. He was glad they'd all seemed to return, and with them, the activity and life he recalled and actually cherished. As soon as they'd returned, he helped Coralie create the posters and notes he'd carefully stuck around school, in the strangest of places, from bathrooms to other crooks and corners. He'd gone as far as sneaking around some of the dorms in order to slip the posters under some doors.

The date and time the posters indicated had come rather swiftly and... while Morton had absolutely no idea if anyone would show up (hey, if they didn't, he figured they'd still do something fun regardless), he still went to the Weeping Forest. He flew there in his true form, landing as silently as he could manage, "What time is it, exactly?" he asked as he emerged from some shrubs, quickly favoring his more humanoid form for the game, "Did anyone come?" he was addressing Coralie, whom he'd spotted right before landing, arching a brow at her lack of hat, "Where's the hat? You ditched it?"

It was only because he was deathly bored that Ren decided to actually pay attention (for once) to the fliers and posters that kept popping up all over the halls of the school. Normally he would have just passed them by with a yawn and a roll of his eyes, but since he had spent the last three nights lounging around in front of his computer, unable to nap (whoever was in the room next to him needed to turn their Jackdamn music down already) he decided, on a whim, to actually -gasp- go out for once.

It was still a foreign concept. Not to mention Ren had no idea what on earth he was doing, on the edge of the Weeping Forest, and he had no idea who the other students were.

Oh, well. Ren shrugged as he landed quietly on the grass beside two others, tucking his wings neatly behind him as he straightened. He had left Rhys, Takashiro, and Felix at home tonight - the pesky little critters would undoubtedly just get in the way - so it was just him.

Ren glanced around. "So," he said, leaning against a nearby tree and folding his arms across his chest. "Where's the 'next-best-thing?'"

Christof knew he needed to be more sociable, lurking in shadows late at night was not the best way to make friends, even in Halloween- and so the posters hanging all around campus had immediately piqued his attention. It was awkward to go alone to a party, though, and he wasn't about to ask Amrita to go with him, lest people get the wrong idea. They wouldn't have been a DATE- the ghoul was what, nine? And so he had sought out his next... I suppose you could call him a friend? At any rate, Barth needed to leave his room more as well, and after climbing into the demon's bedroom via the window as he had become accustomed to, he dragged the irritable, sleepy boil with him. Cruisin' for ghouls with his home-boy. Much better than going stag.

The distant whining became ever-closer.

"How far is it?"

"We're doing what?"

"Is this even remotely important, or somehow crucial to my well-being?"

None of the questions received answers, of course, but finally dragged to their destination, Barth looked at the group of boils and ghouls he mostly didn't know, and the woodsy backdrop.

"Er," he said, tentatively, "If you lot are about to beat me up over something, I would like to enforce that whatever I did to offend you was probably an accident." He added, as an afterthought, "Hi, Carry."

Ren did not recognize the redhaired girl that stepped on his foot (ow, he thought) as she stumbled against him accidentally. Nor did he recognize any of the other students, really (although some of them looked vaguely familiar).

"Nmmmproblem." Ren said to the she-wolf, stifling a yawn (he had meant to say no problem, but it had come out sounding rather garbled). "S'a lotta people here. Easy to trip over people. I think."

Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, Ren let his eyes drift from boil to boil, ghoul to ghoul. The orange haired one and the skeleton...thing...looked that they might be the instigators of this whole event (whatever it was), but Ren was too lazy to actually go and ask.

Or just go and talk to anyone, for that matter. He yawned again, sliding down the trunk of the tree to sit at its base, pulling his knees up against his chest. Apparently they were still waiting for more to arrive, although it was a decent gathering already.

Whatever. Ren leaned rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

Wasn't there supposed to be booze at this party?

Looking for something fun? Why, yes she was! Junko always loved fun! And so she paid attention to those posters, happily awaiting the day to arrive and when it did she put her hair up over Her and began her trek to the location of the game. She hoped she wouldn't be late! If she was it would be totally Her fault in all seriousness; She was less than cooperative.

When Junko finally arrived she found that while there were a few people here already it wasn't a terribly large number yet, and they hadn't begun the game or anything. Thank goodness! "Ah, hello! I'm not late, am I?" It had sounded fun, and Junko had quite happily not 'noticed' the posters about the next best thing to booze. What was the next best thing after booze? Not that Junko was very interested in the drink in general...she was just curious.

"This is stupid, Junko! I want to go back!" Once again, Junko happily didn't notice this voice. Voice? What voice. There was no voice!

So many new people here, though she recognized Livi and Barth. Livi was known for his sense of style and lovely green accents, and Barth... well... was known for being Barth. Apparently, he came with an entourage. Jackdammit, Carry needed an entourage why did she not have one yet?!. She set down the cooler and went to greet them, since they were the only ones she recognized. "Glad you two could make it as well. Are you up for an interesting evening? Nice shirt as always, Livius." She shot him a wink (right, right? Winking meant confidence, right?) and she listened to the instructions.

Truth or Dare?

Oh boy, this was one way to garner attention, but she had to play along! Keep your insecurities to yourself! Act the part! Remember who you're supposed to be! You're Pride, candlejackit~ her head screamed at her and Carry kept (or tried to keep) her head held high. The reaper and the skeleton thing seemed to be in charge. She pointed to the cooler she brought full of snacks and (non-alcoholic) drinks.

"Food and beverages are up for grabs if anyone's interested."