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"Nice to meet you, Miya." There she got a friend. The shadow ghoul was happy, but now the problem came.

How can they clean up the mess?

"I-I am not sure how to clean this up, any suggestion?" It's easy to get rid of the slime since the cloak is part of her, but the smell.......well, she had no idea at all.

She had not reappeared in time for Mort's Bros-before-hos assertion, not that it would have mattered since she was probably more bro than ho anyway. She had, however, reappeared in tatters and still holding her sword, with a now-dirty white sweater tied around her waist. Her expression was just Don't ask, while she looked... a lot younger, and less severe with her hair undone. It was all the work of a blue vial and a creamer filled with some weird acidic cream; she'd been wearing her oversized sleeve as an evening gown, tied with one of her bells and ribbons, when she'd fallen in. Lo and behold, this had happened.

It was breezy. And cumbersome to walk in. Once she felt up to wearing the cute sweater, it would likely become a lot easier from there. By this point everyone had identified Arel, basically-- well, anyone around her. She had definitely not recognized him before. I mean, the horns looked familiar, but the slime was not. Now that some was beginning to fall off, it was far more apparent.

That must have been super apparent. "Mort, I hate land sharks," she lamented, and then added more quietly, "and gnomes," with a faint hiss of irritation to the end of the s.

Amarus grabbed a mop, exhausted, and began to lazily shove mess back into the pool. Getting into the gym was one thing, getting out would be impossible until it was clean. She would, after this, definitely be grabbing more punch.

"Wiiiiife, why you so good at cleanin'?" Mort asked with a laugh after he had come down from his spiraling act. He zomboil teetered and tottered around for a few seconds afterwards, feeling as though his limbs were close to coming off from all the flails. "/Jack./" But Bells's laughter was worth it. Though...wait had she just called that thing Watson? He laughed for some reason.

"Marmar, y-you're back!" Mort blinked dreamily at her new attire and wondered how did she get it from trying just get pun- Oh. "Yeah, hate 'em too," he replied with a bob of his head. "Both've 'em tried ta eat me. Was /horrible/. But y'look great I think~ Cuteness from me rubbin' offa you. S'get drinks in a but, yes?"

Wih a lazy wink he was off tripping into the slime, his mop more of a means to prop him up than actually cleaning. "Yo! Yo, the uh...purple guy. Had l-locks likeness." He waved the mop. "Started with...K! K-man, got a familiar? If so, need a sig for da hunt."

Alexander's facial expression turned aghast, aghast, when his dearest zombro dared to accuse him of being good at cleaning. His lower lip my have even jutted out a little bit. "You take that back, zombrowifey!" He stopped his mopping to point his mop handle in Mort's direction, in a very challenging way, before also turning to point at Amarus, for....absolutely no discernible reason whatsoever.

"But if you insist, I CHALLENGE YOU BOTH TO A CLEAN OFF."

Might as well be the very best, like no one ever was, right? It totally made sense in alcohol addled brain, anyways.

Alexander cocked his head to the side at the music that was still blasting from the speakers on the dance floor, and began moving around with his mop as though he were dancing with it.

Xavier was covered in slime and gunk, looked a little worse for the wear, had fallen into the stinking pool, and now he was being accosted by some sort of canine type creature coming towards him.

"My life is a terrible, terrible tragedy."

As the gargoyle lass rejoined them, Than's ears flickered, and then twitched in mass amounts of innocent pleasure as her fingers came in contact with hair and fur, the boil tilting his head eeeeever so slightly into the pettings. "Club? Than is not sure he wants to be part of the 'Land Shark is thinking thee is delicious' club." It was a touch rueful, but the soft laugh that followed took the distress right out of the statement.

"Is nice to meet thee, Shar!" He replied, eyeballing her mop as he tried to compliment her attempts as best he could with his soap. Not that he was really being all that helpful just now, but there was really no point in getting back up off the floor, in his opinion.

He'd have to take a punch break after this, however, since everyone seemed to be enjoying the stuff, and admittedly, the beverage was such a very inviting color! "Than will try! Just a littlelittle more cleanings, yesly?"

"Glad you're alright, Dúulsi'!" Kettil said sincerely to Belladonna, once he saw that she was more or less in one piece. He went to get some soap only to have it slip out of his hand and drop to the floor. No cleaning done for him at this moment as the soap slid from his grasp all the way back toward Freya where he headbutted her leg.

He gazed up at his ghoulfriend, "...Hi!"

Needless to say he got absolutely no cleaning done at this point.

Kettil heard his name being mentioned and he perked up gazing over toward Mort and Amarus, "Yeah I got a familiar! She's not here right now but I got one!"

His Endy. So pretty and feathery and eeee. Owls.

"Oh yeaaah, owls. Birds. Never good with those, huh Amarus? But sweet, sweet~ Gimme a sig here plizzzz," Mort implored the reaper, pulling out the piece of paper and pen. "Thanks, bra."

And then it was time to mop the floor with Alex. Ba dum tish.

And by mop, Mort meant rocking out. "Wife, c-cant beat ya n' cleanin'~" he pointed out. "C'mon, let's go get puuuunch. Can put some /pep/ into it if ya want. C'moooon, let's GEDDIT."

And he started to rock his way to the drinks table.