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Too. Many. Strangers. Amarus was staring blankly ahead, into nothingness. Yeah, no, she was starting to feel like a kushi-kushi surrounded by a lot of scareons, and this was not enjoyable in the least. Very hungry scareons.

"I am going to get punch!" She announced loudly, clearly, and ... well, a little stiffly, really. And then headed towards the punch bowl with decisive steps. Perhaps she would be back. Mostly she just wanted to get out of the ever-increasing crowd and the sheer volume of goo that seemed to be gathering around and on them all. She turned to glance at whoever was left, and added, "You are all welcome to join me. Should you so desire."

And then, for the next bit, she became the ghoul hovering awkwardly near the punch bowl, holding a cup against her lips. The punch... made her very happy. Suddenly, she wasn't annoyed at Mort for being super drunk, or the other boil for clinging to him goopily and yelling, or the strangers pestering the boils for scavenger hunt signatures, or the gnomes for barricading them in-- she was just... calm. And happy. Wow, this felt amazing.

Until the landshark attacked on her way across the ballroom floor.

[[OOC: Wow, that was the biggest fail ever. I rolled a dice for drinking punch. Seriously. And now I have a land shark, too. GOOD JOB ME, excuse me while I work out this shark attack thing.]]

Alexander gave Mort an extra squeeze of gratefulness before backing off and reaching out to take the bottle that was labeled as 'croak-a-cola' but was in fact something else entirely.

"Thanks bro!" He said, happily, as the land shark experience of an unlifetime was apparently out of sight and out of mind. He turned his attention towards the pink haired ghost ghoul, raising eyebrows at her before taking a long swig of his drink, his face splitting into yet another grin, his brain still swimming with warm and fuzzy thoughts.

"Hello! Name's Alex." He transferred the bottle to his left hand and reached out with his right. "I think I'm okay now, thanks!" Was his answer to her suggesting he step closer to her, though he didn't have the faintest idea why she would tell him he should do so.

"Punch? No punch." He shook his head. Punch was bad. What he held in his hand? Ya, that stuff was the goooooood stuff. Never trust punch. He took another long swig then thrust the bottle back towards Mort. "Drink up, buddy. Still lots of spirit left."

And then Alexander suddenly found himself accosted by a fan group. Probably because he was so bad assedly awesome at dodging land sharks and everyone now thought he was some kind of slime covered celebrity, amirite?

"Sure, sure. Autographs for everyone!" Hey Mort, Alex's swagger brought all the fans to the yard, because his swagger was better then yours, and he could teach you but...wait, where was he going with that again?

He finished signing the papers presented to him and wrapped a free arm around Mort's shoulders again. "Dih I e'er tell yu tha yer mah bes frien?" he asked, while the newest hit from the magical bottle of happiness flooded his brain and intoxicated him further.

"Eugh! I am--" Cut off, was what she was. And this is the portion of the night where Amarus does battle with her land shark, ladies and gentlemen-- ghouls and boils-- please stand by until we resume this regularly scheduled broadcasting. As it surfaced and latched its jaws around her, she did battle with it, her ghostly life flashing before her eyes. "Lotus Eater, Amarus Lotus Eater!! I will not be bested by you, land shark!" Like her monologue with the ram, this proved to be an empty threat, as the punch had already sufficiently dulled her reflexes.

At the last moment, having been locked in the land-shark's jaws, Amarus managed to lament: "Jack-forsaken punch ruining my reflexes," before she let out something between a war-cry and a pained sound, and was snapped up.

And woke again in.. Nurse Cricket's office? Totally could have been worse. But now how would she ever find her friends? Eugh.

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Promptly before the doors of the gymnasium had been shut, Cervantes had wiggled his way in and was now flitting around the gym, enjoying himself in the chaos that was a room full of goo, fruit-cake catastrophe and delicious punch. In fact, he helped himself to two cups of punch and ran around with a biscuit in his mouth, sipping from one cup and then the other around the biscuit.

His already happy-chaotic personality was at an all-time high. If he didn't have a biscuit and a lot of punch in his mouth, he would certainly be yelling: SPIRIT WEEK, WOOO! AMITYVILLE PRIDE! Nevermind that he was a guest, and had no claim to Amityville pride at all-- he just liked to be excited about things.

And he wasn't really looking where he was going. At all. Just happily bounding through the gym, heading straight for a certain raum.

Miyako smiled cheerfuly as her paper was signed. "Yay! Thank you! ^.^" She said to the ghoul who had signed it. Now thats two down.


Miyako blinked as she heard that voice again. She turned towards Eisheth
"Oh..im..Miya. Nice to meet you. o.o" Then after Eisheth started swimming back Miyako finally realized.. "O-oh is thats how this got here..?" She was now a little confused on what to do with the pice of food. "Do you want it back? o.o" She asked. (Because..Miyako is just kinda derp like that..) The bakeneko thought maybe the food hit her on acident and the other girl mite want it back.

It wasn't that often damien was speechless. How a ghoul could forget the condition of her dress so quickly was stunning. He was glad to see Bella enjoyed his name ruse as he grinned back and offered a napkin for the crumbs stuck in her frills. 'But Belladonna has a good ring to it." the hound insisted. "See, Belladonna. Miss Belladonna. they all work in a way."

As for the question of magic, the hell dog had to raise his arms at that notion. "No, there is not a magical bone in my body anywhere." He knew if there was, he'd probably bury it as part of his own canine instincts anyways. 'Monsters are not gifted in those arts." he sighed. It seemed like a big plus, being able to poof things when you needed them at a whim. "Plus wands are more apt by me to be chewed than used." he gave the witch ghoul a nod at that.

She had ended up slipping on some slime and fell head first into the pool, which resulted in a lot of flailing and... sinking.

And then... MEANING OF LIFE?!
She finally opened her eyes and tried to pull herself to the surface.
That... that was something she didn't want to find out for a while. A LONG while.
Part of her died a little on the inside.

This...wasn't good. Junko stood and stared at the barricade on the gym door. She had meant to come here for a refreshment before going back to check on the student council's set up again. "Mazuiiiiii." She mumbled, biting down on her thumb nail and backing away. This was not good. How long was she going to be stuck in here?

"Dōsureba derudeshou.." A window? Maybe just barrel through the gnomes? No, that was stupid.

Eisheth was enjoying a little relaxating swim in a slime, when she felt she smacked smb with her feet. Who the Queen was clumsy enough not to notice her? Annoyed, she turned around only to find a little shy ghoul balancing near in a slime near the pool border.

"Hrrrrmmm", her expression was totally indifferent, but she noticed the ghoul was eyeing her suspiciously. "Never seen a horseman before?", she wondered.