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Garrett rested his shoulder casually against the wall, watching all the goings on around him. Hustle and bustle, wailing and crying, frustrations abound. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to take his piratey friend, the inugami was destined to keep watch over his room for now. One suitcase, eh, he could deal with that, although how he would bring all he may find and desire to bring with him was a little questionable. He figured he'd probably have to procure someone else's luggage, if need be. His brown eyes scanned the crowd, chuckling softly at some of the reactions of others to the rules and such of this field trip. Now, he couldn't say much. Last field trip was a fairly decent disaster for him, having been caught up in the train wreck and all. He'd laid kinda low since then but given the fact that this was a mandatory field trip, he couldn't very well sneak away like he'd hoped. So why not make the best of it? Any trip was a good time to make new.... acquisitions, so to speak, as well as acquaintances.

His posture was quite relaxed, and given the fact that he wasn't making a ruckus, he was fairly sure he wasn't garnering attention in this crowd. Shoulder rested against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, arms crossed over his chest and a scheming little smirk upon his face, a single fang peeking out over his lip. The list lay rolled up in his fist as Greed stood closer to the back of the room, placing names with faces as he heard them tossed up. He hadn't gotten out much yet to make 'friends' other than the hellhorse Aedan, of whom he hadn't seen yet. Lazy bones was probably still asleep. He'd have to go and properly rouse him if he didn't see him soon, by barging into his room quite loudly and making all kinds of ruckus. Then too, he could always set his inugami loose in the hellhorse's room and see what kind of plunders and spoils the critter may find... Was quite the tempting idea actually, and thus prompted a larger grin upon the avarice demon's face, exposing the second fang to the room.

Sepheran smiled softly, he was glad to have such a considerate friend. Even so he shook his head, "That's a very nice offer Myr, but I think at least one of us should get some extra sleep, especially if this trip will be anything like our last trip..." Sepheran admitted. "Maybe I'll find some way to take a nap on the ship...I can hope at least," Sepheran added.

As Myr began to list off his clubs Sepheran was a bit surprised at how many he was in. "Well you are quite active aren't you?" he replied with a friendly chuckle. "No I haven't joined any yet, I've been contemplating which to join...maybe I'll join one you are in...which one do you think I should join Myr?" Sepheran asked curiously.

"If you're sure." He was hoping against all odds that this would just a simple field trip, identify something new, come home, but he had the strangest feeling that it would be nothing of the sort. "I'm sure there'll be time for you to at least take a catnap."

That was a good question. What club would he recommend that Sepheran join? Hmm.

He thought about if for a few minutes. "Well, if you have any musical talents, you might think about trying out for Miseree, but I'd definitely recommend the Skullinary club even if you don't know how to cook. The Scario Kart club is cool too, but I don't know if you're into video games or not."

He tilted his head, pondering the other boy. "What are you interested in anyways?"

Savior didn't remember signing up for anything so it wasn't much of a surprise that she nearly flipped the gnome that approached her (and dared to try and stick the notice in her mask) before figuring out that she might want to wander and follow the group of students filing into an area to hear an announcement. She listened to the really small person speak a few words, not understanding a single one of them, and eventually she decided that it would be best to wander around and see what was going on. She didn't know any of the faces that she passed, even though she'd walked past West in her wanderings. She might have turned her head to look at him, wondering why he smelled as she did, but that was about it. The Marrowstripe wasn't interested in much else.

She couldn't read the sign up sheets to know where she was supposed to go and she certainly hadn't connected that the speaker, Arel, was the person in charge of her boat. She also didn't know what a boat was or that she'd be surrounded by water, but regardless of all that the monster at the very least had the sense to understand that she needed to stay in this area or maybe migrate with the others to get to where she needed to be. If everyone was leaving she probably needed to be going with them in one way or another, even if it meant getting in the wrong spot at the wrong point in time.

Aedan made his way into the auditorium just as the gnomes began to hand out the lists of boat assignments, smelling vaguely of...paint? Repainting the wall over his desk (which had been the victim of a minor...accident with fire a few days before) had taken longer than anticipated. Looking around for a familiar face, he finally spotted Garrett, and made his way over towards the other demon, not quite sure what to make of the s**t-eating grin he had on his face.

"Hopefully nothing that was said was too important.." he muttered, barely loud enough to be heard over the dozens of other conversations flowing around him. He hated not knowing what was expected--and from the appearance of things, he'd just missed hearing...whatever information had been shared in regards to the upcoming mandatory field trip.

Sepheran listened nodding slightly every now and then until it was his turn to speak. "Hmm...well I'm pretty decent at the Violin I suppose...and the Skullinary Club sounds pretty fun too. I'll look into them both!" Sepheran replied. He paused for another moment, "Well Scario Kart Club does sound like a lot of fun, but I don't think I'd be any good. Video games and me don't work very well, Liannan doesn't quite understand them," Sephy admitted blushing lightly.

When Myr asked about his interests he shifted slightly. "Hn...to be quite honest I'm not quite sure myself, I'm just starting to experience a lot of new stuff...didn't get to do much at home..." says shyly with a light smile.

"I was..." Alwine looked back at Mandy, and if she had had a head it would have flushed.

"I was nervous, I guess. I don't know anyone on Boat 2. Mandy and I met on the Christmas Town trip and we've been rather inseparable since."

Inseparable. Yes, that was a good way to describe it. Just... inseparable. I mean, Mandy liked Barth, right? And Alwine had... er... Jingleberry... right. Either way, it wasn't like THAT or anything. Right?

Then why did that attempt at convincing herself fail so miserably?

"Ghosts use heat to generate energy sometimes," Alwine continued. "It's nothing bad or anything, I promise. Ah... my name is Alwine."

Rosc nodded as he was introduced once more to a new ghoul, Vivi. He even smirked a bit, head turned slightly towards Sin. She was hostess wherever she went.
He cleared his throat and moved between the ghouls, extracting himself from the row of chairs. But he paused once he had, almost as if he had remembered something. The bind-folded demon turned his face towards Sin once more.
"Not going to pack anything valuable or... irreplaceable, are you, Sin?" He stressed the word slightly, especially hinting at the gifts he had given her. Oh, how he wanted to see them on her, if she flaunted the gems. But this school trip seemed like a bad time.

"From what you told me of the ChristmasTown trip..." He left the sentence hanging, his tone was mild. No growl, no annoyance. Just curiosity and a gentle reminder that if things didn't go well... Well, at best something could get ruined. At worst, she could lose everything in her suitcase. He followed her look and her wave and his teeth ground shut behind his closed lips. He didn't have to see irises and pupils to know where Arachne was looking, and he would have to be an idiot not to get at least some emotion out of her face.

Ripley, meanwhile, had hopped from Sin's lap to Rosc's when the succubus had stood to greet her friends, then from Rosc's lap to his shoulder. Now that the pair were standing close again, she hopped over to Sin's shoulder, careful of the spikes, to nuzzle her. Sin was just so much more cuddly and pettings-giving than Rosc was! The foxsquirrel cooed in what could only be a demanding affeeeeeeeeeeeeeeection.