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Quite a lot of debate had gone into whether or not a certain witch would show up for the occasion of the new year. Mostly it was her own internal struggle of which dress she should wear, though after half an hour of staring at the two dresses on her bed, the ghoul almost tossed them both back into her closet in favor of staying in. But as she hung the two rejected things back up, Belladonna caught sight of something stowed in the back of her closet and gave the situation a second consideration.
This, naturally, meant she was very, very late, but surely fashionable and late was preferable to not being there at all.
So, with her hair done up in a pile of curls either in a glamor charm to hide something or put together with a very shimmery bit of tinsel woven throughout, the witch arrived. Her glittery black dress with the slit up to the thigh had made its reappearance, since slinky dresses were always much better for the New Year than other occasions through out the year.

Clinging to the pink shawl she'd tossed around her elbows, Belladonna entered the auditorium and reached up to touch her hair. It seemed to be staying up, so she took a breath, lifted her chin and walked two more steps only to stop. From across the room she spied it, her eyes lighting up at the sight. What good fortune to have this be the first thing she noticed amid a bustling and crowded party, all done up handsome and waiting for her.
A wishing tree!

She needed to make a wish right now!

Kettil let out a small grumbling sound as Freya spoke up for him, especially noting that his arms weren't all that free to deal with things just then. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his ghoul's input. It was the fact that it was very correct.

Piper's reaction to his outburst didn't help either, "I'd like to see you be calm and happy after you figure out y'got money missin'!" He snapped irritably at her. "Do you even know how violated I feel right now."

Someone went through his things and it made him uneasy.

Did he have to start locking doors?

The boil just sort of shifted his head around toward Freya, at least to where he could see her from the corner of his eyes, "I am not sure I want little ghouls when we have scarelings."

Lou was always watching.

He saw that you were all alone, Amphi.

Stealthily (and creepily for anyone who was watching), the boil walked on his tippy toes in a cartoonish manner just behind the mermaid, his digits spread out like raptor claws... And when the moment was right....

"Guess who." He covered her eyes and tried to disguise his voice.. Poorly.

Kettil didn't feel comforted by the silence put out by the Valkyrie on his back.

"...You're still a butt," he muttered at Freya.

Amphi watched Amrita go, looking around. Luckily, that left perfect open for the vampire to sneak up on her.

The covering of her eyes made her gasp, her ear fins twitching.

"THE BOOGEYMEN!?!?" She yelled really loudly.

Lottie just watched. This was fun. Especially since technically she had done absolutely nothing wrong. All she did was yell when violence was involved. She was untouchable. Invincible. The master.

O u O

Problem, Gene?


"My name is Charlotte. Lottie, for short." She replied sweetly. "Sorry about the ruckus~." As for Cormick and his attempt to escape with dance, she turned her wide eyed stare to him. "You did nothing wrong, right? So you can tell her everything you said to her, right?"

O u O

Problem Cormick?

Lottie took no sides. There was only one side. Lottie's side.

The zomboil was a little taken aback by the death guardians commands, and he raised his eyebrows at him, with a sort of 'excuse me?' expression on his face. He was no a waiter. No way. It was not his job to be serving the horsemen hand and foot. That was most definitely not in the fine print of his PR duties!

Still, it wasn't long before his thin resolve was waning, because horsemen were kind of a big deal. At least, to him they were. And the fact that they were there at all was pretty damn cool. So....ya, maybe he should at least try to make them happy.

Sigh.

But then some other things were happening and somebody was screaming for a student council member, so Alex had to tear his attention away from the herd of ponies to whatever was going on. Amrita looked like she had a handle on the situation but..well...It was still part of his duties to actually take care of security at these events.

Damnit. What to do?

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Shaheen, meanwhile, had been at the party for quite some time, though she had spent most of that sneaking around (as well as a 6'2" woman with massive wings could sneak), looking under tables, along the side of the stage, behind closed, and possibly locked (but not for long) storage rooms....

Until she found what she wanted.

Moments later she was approaching the group of horsemen with a cheerful glint in her eyes, waggling a pair of bottles at the group. "I found their stash." The bottles, if one were to read them, clearly said 'Gruesome Gertrude's Sparkling Apple Cider' on them. Shoving one of these at Soren (she had a hunch he might like it...and she might have overheard his demands on her way over), she gave the ladies of the group a broad grin each. "Nergui, Lifen. So good to see you both." And then the the heir, a bowing of her head, polite, her smile shifting away to something much more neutral. "Invictus."

And then to the man standing behind Lifen. "Emperor." Was there a hint of amusement in her voice? Never.

And oh look. It was that other death guardian Shaheen barely knew that had found himself lost in her front yard one day. The one that was somehow more gruff then Soren. She waggled a set of fingers at him as well.

Now, where was Shik....

Oh wait...did she even tell him to meet her here? She couldn't remember.



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Alexander just sort of stared on at the horsewoman who suddenly appeared with two bottles of the SC's stash of midnight cider his brain doing a bit of keyboard smashing as he threw up his hands in the air, shook his head and shuffled away towards the storage room.

He might have passed by where Yin was standing conversing with a new student to give him a long, pathetic look that hopefully conveyed the message of why meeeeeee.

Mot smiled warmly, the kiss on his cheek could be felt long after it had been given. He nodded, softly waving his hand as Hel turned to leave. "See you." He waited there until he could no longer see her in the crowd. And then, he heaved a tired sigh.

It felt as though a bright light had been taken away now that she was out of sight. Strange. He wasn't even in love with her, yet she held such a strong place in his heart.

Mot frowned, leaving the dance floor to take a seat for now.