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Cormick scoffed, "Better then wasting her time with a lower class of ghost, Genevieve." he sneered again, "As I was told, Reapers and Ghost don't get a long very well, Ghost being lower on the food chain." He picked up his cup and sipped it. "And Thanks for proving my point about upperclassmen."

At the elbow nudge, Cormick looked surprised.

"Haven't met her yet, Sounds like a treat. Does she blow them up?" Cormick crudely made a motion as if he was blowing up his own boobs or something. Then snickered.

To say that Jory was beginning to feel like a third wheel would be an extreme understatement. There were only a small handful of students he was familiar with, and even less he would have called friend. Finding himself suddenly surrounded by people he didn't know was enough to have the poor boil paling as his shoulders hunched up around his ears. When it was just piper it hadn't been so bad, the afanc could handle one on one interactions a lot better now then when he had first come to the school, but he still wasn't comfortable with large social settings.

As Piper Dragged Lock off it left Jory with an odd choice. Remain behind with the new set of reapers, or follow along towards another pair of unknown students. Choices, choices. He made a noise that might have been planned out as actual words, but they'd caught in his throat, and what came out was a garbled croak.

That was enough, he made a move like he was follow after Piper and lock, but ended up stopping midway as blue eyes landed on faces he knew. A fleeting glance was cast towards the reapers and the ghost ghoul, but Jory edged away to head for Chaya and Sura.




Straightening up, Hadiyya glanced around the room for any sign of ginger curls before returning her attention to the pair in front of her. "Mm, yes. I'm waiting for my boilfriend. He should be along soon." The djinn wasn't worried. He'd get there as soon as he could, and as long as that was before the pumpkin dropped to ring in the new year Hadiyya would be happy.

Of course sooner was certainly preferred. Marosa's voice cut through the music and the mingling voices, and Yaya's smile was just as bright as the fae's as he made his way up to her. "You're right on time," she assured him, reaching for his hand and catching her breath as that familiar power left the tips of her fingers tingling as wings fluttered through her stomach.

When he was close enough she'd rise up to lay a kiss on his cheek, then settled back on slippered feet to grin happily at the kitsune and her date. "This would be the boilfriend in question, Marosa." Slim fingers squeezed around much paler ones. "This is Tomoko and Erebus, friends of friends."

Brenley was nervous, or at least he had been when he'd heard the shouting. Normally, his relative silence and apparent lack of emotion were all parts of a judgmental state of curiosity that left him better able to catalog the strange and interesting things he'd seen since he'd been away from home. The... friends... he had made complicated matters. They left him grinning and feeling foolish when he should have been studying and analyzing. When he wasn't alone and pondering these reactions, he hardly minded them at all. It was a problem, but not one he cared to think about at the moment.

As he calmed, Brenley's smile settled into something far less influenced by his surprise. Piper seemed to be in no real danger from her very familiar accuser, so as he moved to follow Serafina over to the tree, he gave the ghoul with the giant hair a nod. "I see you too," he replied, struggling to be heard over the music without shouting himself. "I'll... we'll come back after we... tree." Yes.

He followed the ghost over toward the leafless wishing tree, clasping his hands behind his back rather than taking a slip of paper for himself. "Did you actually want to leave a note?" he asked Sera. "Or did you just want to... spy?" Bren grinned again, but quickly bit it back.

Lottie threw herself into a fit of laughter at Gene's impression, laughing even harder as she increased her breast size. If only she had made them pop like balloons to match! She almost liked this ghoul, just for the show. However, she was still a know it all upperclassman.

Things became heated, the fun and games a little less fun, now that Cormick had a 3rd year's hand around his throat. "Aaaaaah...." Shoot. Now what?

Oh right. Tattle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH SOMEONE HELP! THIS HORRIBLE THIRD YEAR IS ATTACKING A FRESHMAN! STUDENT COUNCIL! SOMEONE HELP!!" Oh now things would get fun again!

"Oooh. I see, well, okay, as long as you---" Amrita paused upon hearing the scream for help, and barely gave Amphi an apologetic look before she stopped dancing with the ghoul and headed on over immediately. It sounded serious, so it took priority. Sorry, Amphi!

She was not entirely impressed with what she found.

"Hey now, come on, no need for that." Amrita approached the situation with the light air of caution. "How about you let him go, and we can get to the bottom of this like civilized Halloween denizens?" Please let him go, please please please...

Mort was going to say hi when he saw Gene.

Then Gene grew big boobs and did other things but mostly they were big boobs, and quite suddenly the zomboil grew very interested in checking on the television and video games. Yes, had to be sure those were working. Yup. Go handle that Amrita, pls.

Speaking of big boobs, he wondered if Belladonna was going to come over. Social functions were more her thing . . .

"Overstepped is an understatement!" Lottie announced with a huff, playing it up. "She tried to settle a difference in opinion with violence!" She held the back of her hand to her mouth as if she might cry.

"Gosh.. third years are really, super meaaaaaan~." Truth be told she thought Cormick was an a**, but she also didn't like Gene. So she got to see the demon get choked, and Gene get scolded. Lottie wins.