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Cady really had no idea what was going on. Weapons? There was a horrible little carrot monster that had produced a fan somehow from his EXTREMELY lacy and somewhat revealing skirt, and he'd sent a wave of skirt-flashing wind at most of the group. Fortunately, she was happy and secure in her pantaloons. She wasn't really sure what to do for a weapon though...

She used her tail to take a few experimental stabs at stray bits of foam from the more creative magical ghouling. Soon, she had an array of jaggedly stubby bits of foam safely covering the sharp tip of her tail. She swung it, testing, and they stayed stuck in place.

She beamed, one hand holding her tail. Cady had made a mace.

Now she could watch, contentedly, as the tentacle monster carried people around and dropped them.

"That looks like fun! Is this a game? Is it my turn? I think I'm probably as heavy as him you know so it should be-" she rambled into silence as she noticed that apparently, the game was over. Awww. She missed everything fun.

Calder continued to curl in, wanting to just lay down face down into the dirt. Riley was making this even worse by not even denying the proposal. What was WRONG with her?!!

He tried to catch his breath, and wound up gripping his carrot hat and holding it to his chest, twisting it between his fingers as he looked up at Jericho as he tried to speak with Riley. If...If you don't, then .........then I'd be in your.......


He whined outright and covered his face with his hat. ........in your harem.

Then Jericho had to wonder what was going on and Calder wasn't sure if he could even say what had happened. ".....Riley carried me on her back..." He managed, his voice tiny, before he looked up with wide eyes at the dragon boil. ".....and......and...." He couldn't say it, and pressed the hat he was holding to his face, muttering the rest of what he tried to say into the fabric.

Blah, blah, blah. Altessa wasn't really paying attention to the squabble, her attention on Ys. "Something sparkly?" She echoed, grabbing another box and starting to rummage through it, pulling out some sparkling ribbon that matched Ys' outfit. "Like this?" The goblin gave a smile to the swamp monster. She then grabbed a table and dragged it over in front of them, sitting behind it.

"...just in case."

Malodore had been about to answer Calder's question when suddenly Riley swooped in like a demon of vengeance and... things happened. Strange things that the plague doctor couldn't understand without the context of Calder's half of the conversation. It watched in utter confusion. Complete. Total.

Until Riley dropped Calder like a sack of leeches. Then it sidled over to her, concern radiating from it. "Are you all right, mia cara? Did you strain a muscle in your back?"

xxxxxDanny was startled to hear Jericho suddenly yelling at her from across the tiny room. Startled, she didn't really know what to say, other than a babbled, "S-sorry J-jeric-cho." Regaining her composure, she calmed down and said, "Sorry Riley! I really didn't mean it! We're okay again, right Jericho?" It was just like Danny to assume everything was A OK after a short apology.

xxxxxTurning back to her pieces of styrofoam, she was stumped. Nun-chucks were out of the question.

xxxxxThen, inspiration struck. Why work hard when she didn't have to? Danny grabbed a long piece of styrofoam and began carving with her claws. Gobs of pink paint went flying everywhere. Sparkles, too. She tied a big purple bow, one that matched Roch's. on the handle of her amazing weapon. For a final touch, she carved a crude "D" right at the base, and filled it in with black paint.

xxxxxDanny held in her hands a maceball bat. It was perfect. She loved maceball, and now she had a custom bat to fight crime with! What could be better than this. Raising her amazing bat into the air she shouted "AHHHHH. DANNY'S HERE TO KICK YOUR BUTT!" Best. Battle cry. Ever.

xxxxxShe turned back around to show the boys her amazing creation. "Better than some stupid nun-chucks, right Roch?" she questioned playfully.

While the others pieced together their weapons, Altair set off to collect his her materials. 'She' managed to MacGyver a handle out of styrofoam and cardboard, and attached a bungee cord. There. A frickin whip. Deal with it.

Perhaps it was for the best the hunchback had deemed the Task at Hand concerning arts-and-crafts must be completed swiftly. His leers at various fluffed skirts and... revulsion at what he would have seen under others was not missed.

Just carefully fold the construction paper (Why was Pink and Purple the only colors he could find? Hell's Bells...) wrapping it in tape and... ribbon? Everyone else was using ribbon, it seemed like How It Was Supposed To Be Done and.... ugg.... He held up the cardboard tube and construction paper shovel with a look of revulsion that would probably have been the expression he would have had if he had seen Jericho's panties. His battle cry was even more pathetic than his transformation exclamation: "Aaaaaaauuuuunnk?"

What he did see as he looked up from his work was Riley carrying Calder off to who knew where and- He stood immediately, glancing to Cady who seemed happily... attacking foam? So long as she was occupied and not... manhandling him into rediculous get-ups she was fine, he was sure. Something must have happened by the time he hobbled his way over, ready to rescue his albeit annoying friend when Riley dropped him, and a lot of shouting happened. He groaned, quick to grab Calder's shoulder to try to urge him back and away... Mistress was looking rather vexed, and she didn't need more stress after what had happened in the Fitness Booth...

His face was still a mess, but even with Malodore so close and wonderfully handy and his needle and thread right there in his pocket- wait- he wasn't wearing his vest. No chalk board. No needle. CANDLEJACK even if they WEREN'T so horribly distracted by the kelpie's antics the plague doctor couldn't fix his stitches until he located where ever his proper clothing went to...

Just great.

Nuk hadn't been paying attention to anything, and had been doing a marvelous job at it. In fact, he'd been doing this for a long time now, having stepped away from Riley and Mal to let the two talk in somewhat privacy, and having done so having lost all sense of urgency for like... anything. Already he was getting bored with all this 'magical girl' stuff, despite the fact that he had somehow VERY MAGICALLY become a girl himself. The initial ******** had started to wear off, and he had begun to slowly become the jackass he usually was when he was bored and wanted to entertain himself. This mostly included picking 'fights' with some of the other boils who were now ogling him, shaking his fist as threateningly as he could and stalking around in the heels. Against all odds, he was a natural at being female -- somehow he had not fallen, despite the weird shoes, nor had his new breasts popped out of his weird revealing bikini thing.

However, 'his' demeanor completely changed as he heard the command issued to find their 'weapons.' At first, the skinwalker cocked his head a bit, listening quietly for a second as a grin began to spread across his now-very-feminine features, curling the corner of 'his' lips in a devilish smirk. Before he or anyone else could t hink about it, he had already reached for his shorts, as if to begin to unzip them.

"Oh, I got your weapon alright, I got it right he--"

For a second, he paused, thinking, before a look of mild disappointment crossed his face as he realized he couldn't say that anymore. Boobs just weren't as effective when it came to these things. This in itself was discouraging, a perfectly good sexual joke wasted, but what was more was that he still didn't have a weapon, something he apparently very much needed. Looking around, the skinwalker's expression smoothed over as he noticed the set of beaded necklaces he'd placed around his neck not a few moments before, when some random students had thrown them at him and asked him to 'show them his tits.' (He did so, too.) He liked them -- the reminded him of his bearclaw necklace, which was for him a very effective weapon. So off the beads came, ready to become a makeshift 'lasso' of sorts, one with which he was quite willing to choke people with.

"In the name of everyone's sanity, I'm gonna put my boot up your *@!% a**!"

This may or may not be addressed to Calder.