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 Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 4:17 pm
"Oh my ghoul you're right! Tassles!" She seemed oblivious to the pins everywhere, much to the chagrin of the poor waitress Draculaura who was doing her best not to get in the way and to just ignore the madness.
"We're a distraction, the more distracting, the better. Ooo what about this?" and she descended into a flurry of activity, holding up swatches and bedazzling gems for Ascreama to review, babbling contentedly about her passion, anything shiny.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:36 pm
We won't let you down Gryff. (Mera looked at Automica) so what distraction should we do?
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:12 am
"What distraction?!" Atomica replied to Merabell, her processor whirring with ideas. "I'll tell you what we'll do...."
Atomica, Merabell and the rest of Team Distraction put their heads together and started to write up the distraction of an unlifetime. Planning and preparation went on long into the night. When it was finally time to close the Die-Ner, Draculaura took Glen aside and handed him the key.
"I trust you'll lock up when you boos and ghouls are done. Just promise me that you'll call if you need any more help, okay? I could get the Fear Squad here in two shakes of a werecat's tail."
"Thanks, Draculaura." Glen sniffled. "But I couldn't stand the thought of anymore of our friends being at risk."
"Well, the offer is still there, okay? Just make sure you pile your cups and plates on the counter before you go. Smooches!" Draculaura blew a kiss at Glen and headed off. As the moon rose high above the Die-Ner, the kids put their heads together and plotted.
"And then, when I finish MY song, you start the glitter parade. Got it?" Atomica finished up her part of the plan and nodded at her cohorts. "Some of us may get zapped. But it's worth it if it helps Gryff find a way to free our friends." Atomica noticed how tired her meat cohorts looked.
"Meet up at sunrise just outside of the Circus, okay? Go recharge your batteries till then."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 12:11 pm
Gryff rolled his eyes. " No witch is immune to the institutionalized self-loathing instilled by the normiearchy. She probably jumped at the chance to be his pet witch. It's just like Ankh Cruelter or Syphyllis Schlafly, they buy into a system that benefits them without the difficulties of reclaiming their monsterhood. But if you think it's going to be too hard, you don't have to come. You're practically a puddle anyway, what use would you be? We'd have to carry you in a bucket," Gryff smirked.
Glen glared at Gryff goggle-eyed, his mouth opening and closing but no sound except a series of angry squeaks coming out." I mean, you were pretty quick to just give up and assume your brofriend had run off and join the circus, and that awkward but well-dressed dragon," Gryff continued, putting his hooves up on the bench across from him. " But what do I know, maybe you don't want him back." Glen's tears began practically steaming off of him. Gryff took a long slow sip that finished off the drink. He let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction. " Maybe you wanted to play the field and you saw this as a prime opportunity to get him out of the way without the mess of a breakup. It's pretty smart, and no one could ever blame you, after all, he joined the circus." Gryff raised an eyebrow at Glen, who was grinding his teeth." Could they?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 12:31 pm
Glen gaped at Gryff, eyes almost as wide as his mouth at the audacity of the words that came from him. Almost immediately, Glen's iCoffin/wand was in his hand and he reared back for a clean shot but those kids who had not left yet, grabbed his arm and prevented him from hexing Gryff!
"Lemme go!"
"Don't, Glen!"
"We need him!"
"Like a hole in the head! Granted that's a good thing in Oz but...!"
"It's not worth it!"
"Did you HEAR what that miserable POSEUR said to ME!?"
"Just let it go! We need everybody to help our friends!"
Glen stared hard at Gryff who was taking this all in stride, not even so much as flinching at the risk of getting hexed or cursed or whatever the little runt of a witch was capable of. He just relaxed back in the booth, as if he hadn't a care in the world, sipping the java that Layla had procured for him.
Glen finally stopped struggling and slipped his iCoffin back into his pocket and straightened his shirt before he glared at Gryff.
"Okay, fine." Glen snarled as best he could. "I want me beasties and boofriend back as much as you want... well that gremlin. But you seemed to forget one little detail."
Gryff said nothing. He merely arched an eyebrow.
Glen said, "If you two got away, then they'll obviously be expecting some kinda trouble and want to stop it before their circus starts. How exactly did you plan for Team Green (formerly known as Team Snoop) to even get inside? Huh!?"
Suddenly the door to the broom closet swung open and there emerged Shadeux Gloom.
"Hello! Sorry I'm-OUCH!" He yelped as the door swung back and smacked him full on in the schnoz! He shoved the closet door open again and stepped out, holding his iCoffin with the hext message from Gryff.
"Sorry I'm late but I took a slight detour and had some explaining to do with Miss Kindergrubber and why I fell out of her pantry and I really don't know who Gryff is or how he got my hext number but..."
"You!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 12:47 pm
Shad jumped! eek
"Me!?"
"You!"
The micro mini witch said as he quickly darted around the tables in the die-ner and stood on the opposite side of the counter where Shad stood behind (safely), having just emerged from the closet behind it.
"You're a Sackman! You're our way in!"
"W-w-w-way in w-where?" Shad stammered. What'sgoingonhere?What'shappening? What'sthisallabout?"
Glen proceeded to explain what was going on, not leaving out a single detail as Gryff relaxed and watched. And the more Glen explained what had been going on, the various kidnappings at the hands of a normie and a witch, the nefarious Circus Sinistaire, just who exactly the villains were and now what the plan was ... the paler Shad's face grew!
(Which was saying a lot considering his skin was a ghastly grayish color!)
It was a good thing Shad's eyes were hidden behind his shades because they would have been a dead give-away to his rising fear. His mouth worked but he made no sound as Glen finished explaining everything.
"And that's why you're perfect!" Glen smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. This just might work! "You can sneak me an' Gryff an' Hellene into the circus to find that counter spell without any of them being the wiser!"
Shad stammered.
"Y-y-y-y-yeah that sounds great-GREAT! I mean, in theory of course an-an-and I'd really love to help! Seriously but I-I-I got like a ton of normie kids to scare tonight and I doubt I'll be any use..."
Suddenly Glen jumped up, grabbed a handful of Shad's collar and jerked him hard down onto the counter of the die-ner, drawing him to eye level!
"Look!" Glen growled at Shad in a tone that was so unlike him. "My Drakie is trapped there against her will! My boofriend is too! ALL our beasties and chums are in trouble! We have to help them and you're our way in so that is the end of this discussion! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?"
Shad swallowed hard and nodded quickly as Glen tightened his grip with both hands in Shad's shirt and continued.
"And if you get any funny ideas about not showing up, well then we'll just let you deal with 'that' one!"
Glen released one hand to point at Gryff who slowly started to stand up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:19 pm
As Gryff walked slowly over to Shad and Glen, Shad quailed.
"So you're looking to scare normies," Gryff began, folding his arms as he towered over the little sackman. Well to Gryff, everyone was little, in more ways than one.
" I-I-well it's traditiona-"
"It's admirable to want to keep up with the traditions of what is a lauded and necessary if archaic profession, deeply rooted in a strong sense monster culture. But you've got to move with times, and the times right now are moving towards the circus so we can get my gremlin and a few other miscellaneous monsters back."
Gryff now grabbed the back of Shad's shirt and pulled him up from Glen's grasp, and then further up until his feet weren't touching the floor and he was finally eye-level with Gryff. Shad couldn't tell what was worse, the crazed, optimistic but determined sparkle of Glen's stare or the cold, intense certainty of Gryff's disdainful glare. Shad pushed his shades up so no one could see that even his eyes were shaking!
"You wouldn't want to stand in the way of the times, would you?"
Shad made a slightly strangled noise.
"Erk!"
"As we progress we have to reexamine our goals and see how they fit into current modern conventions. I can you're reexamining your goals right now."
Shad nodded vigorously.
"Oh good."
Gryff turned Shad around and pointed him towards the closet before lowering him back to the ground. Glen was there waiting, holding the closet door.
Gryff smiled.
"If it makes you feel any better, there's at least one normie there we can scare. You'll still meet your quota. We'll all meet bright and early at 6am at the circus."
Glen grabbed Shad by the arm.
"You can sleep over at my house! Then you won't miss the alarm and miss all the fun!"
"Let's go then, we need to rest up. We've got a very busy day."
"eek."
Gryff and Glen marched Shad through the closet and shut the door behind them. The rest of the monsters all went back to their respective homes to catch a few hours sleep before the great plan was put into action. It was going to be a big day tomorrow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 2:22 pm
JD admittedly wasn't paying attention to the game plan, but at the mention of music his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
"Music! I can do that, bro... I've got this uhh-mazing track that'd be perfect for this."
And so as not to waste any time, JD dashed from the booth into his neon green convertible, speeding back to his doomitory to make the illest mix the Cirque Sinistaire had ever heard!
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 12:13 pm
Later, Monday Afternoon....
Following the lab hexplosion in Mad Science class, school had been let out early to allow the New Salem Volunfear Fire Brigade to clean things up without tripping over student bodies. As a result, the Die-ner was filling up earlier than usual, and the daytime waitresses dashed to and fro filling orders and seating students.
It was amidst this controlled frenzy that Rory, Glen and Marceline strolled in. Rory was feeling a bit calmer and had finally been convinced that his eardrums had not, in fact shattered into tiny bits inside of his ears.
"I...I survived! I survived my first day! Of school! EVER!" Rory was feeling sort of woozy, possibly from the hexcitement of the day, but also possibly because of the sheer amount of wolfsbane he'd recently inhaled. The trio were seated in a corner booth, though Rory didn't feel like sitting. He sprung up, waving his hands and describing his plans to his friends.
"I'm going to go to the next SKRM meet...and the next chess club meet, and I'm going to join Murk Trial Club, and try out for the orgre-stra, and join Spellbound Club and Fashion Club and Student Body Council and...." He paused to take a breath. "I'm going to do EVERYTHING!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 1:30 pm
Hellene sat at a booth with her Mondroid tablet, several sheets of paper and her iCoffin. Draconia was conferencing with her through Fryte. She'd had to run a book delivery errand for Wyvernia and might join later, but in case Miss Hammerschtufle and her 24 cats were going to be a hassle (and the often were), it might not be possible.
Hellene was still determined to make this the beast creepover ever (until the next one, naturally) so they were going over the guest list and creeping bag arrangements. Normally there were etiquette rules dictating bags be arranged in a circular fashion to maximize the ability to talk to one-another. Unfortunately, in the Looking Glass a circle of creeping bags and the candles they'd be using to toast marshmallows was likely to summon a demon from dimensions 4, 6, 82 or the Neverworld, none of which were fun at parties. Demons from the 82nd dimension were accountants down to the last horn. Not fun for creepovers.
"Well if we used a trangular pattern and moved the chairs to the north side of the room and didn't light any blue candles, would we be ok?" Hellene asked, adjusting her headset.
"Mmmhp mmm ffmppf mme mmm. Pher mmee mmmph?"
"Does it really matter if its an isosceles or not?"
The bell tinkled and a portion of the Spellbound club walked in; there werecats and a few of the noobies were going to get some practice in.
"Weekend practice is canceled," Torelei purred threateningly at them, "so we're going to practice here for the rest of the week. We have plans and I'm not going to give them up just because you refuse to give up your losing streak."
Hellene froze and watched them as Toralei whipped out a card.
"What's the best defense against a summoned quicksilver ratbeast?" she prompted.
"Umm....summon a rat trap?" said a cyclops timidly.
Torelei sneered, "anyone who has a quicksilver ratbeast has rat trap destroyers. How uncreative of you."
The group moved to the back of the die-ner where the largest booth was, Toralei peppering them with questions.
"Draconia..."
"Mpph?"
"Did you invite the werecats to the creepover?"
"MMlll.....mmggp mmp mm."
"What do you mean, you hit 'send to fearleading squad!?' Are they even still on it?!"
"Mmeoppl! Mphhh mm!"
Hellene sighed and stared down at her geometric charts, anti-demon-accountant spells and drink list. So many things to think about, so many numbers and shapes to juggle. She pursed her lips together and thought for a moment.
"You know what. Everything will be fine. Don't worry about it. What about a square?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:45 pm
Melody Nocturna She adjusted her glasses with a joyful giggle, "The Die-ner it is then?" He smiled brightly, that galactic rockstar, smile of his shined through. He was so happy he felt like singing! And not just any songs, It was going to be something special. A Rock Balled! A rock balled of LOVE! It would be intense!! Monsters for all over would faint form the sear rockness of it all! "Would it be ok for me to jump up on a table and start rocking out to the music in my head, right now? I have billions of songs floating around in my mind like stars in the darkness of space, threatening to explode into new suns everywhere!!" He said this very loudly as his words came out almost in a song, it was natural for him to sings as a fish was to swim. He didn't even notice he was singing it until he saw all the faces turn in his direction. But he didn't blush, as he was quite used to fans looking at him. He smiley threw up his arms high in the air and shouted. "Thank you!! Thank you every body! Autographs after supper! Please no flash photography!"He brought his hands down and bowed respect to his audience, then quickly ushered Melody all the way to the back of the Die-ner away form all the shocked faces. "That was kinda fun! I haven't done something like that since... well... Since before I came to earth. Singing makes me happy Melody. But you. Make me feel like I shine like a star. Brighter then the suns."
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:03 pm
Even if he was a tad loud, was loud out of joy. At least that she could accept.
She blushed at the compliment she was given, "I could say the same about you," she smiled.
She didn't mind his outburst but secretly hoped that there wouldn't be much of them.
"But can we please keep the...noise to a minimum?" she asked in a hushed tone, "I'm not too sure if I would like any attention to ourselves."
Although Roswell made her feel like he was the reason her gills shimmered, she didn't like the stares she received once they came into the die-ner.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:20 pm
He chucked, rubbing the back of head head with his hand, and giving her an apologetic smile.
"Oh I'll try to keep that to a minor solar flare and not to go nova on you again."
He leaned to whisper.
"At least in public."
Just then Draculaura came with her usual fangtastic smile and said.
"Like, wow, that's a great set of pipes you've got there! But just sing like Operetta and break all the windows. We just got then redone yknow?"
"Sure." He nodded to the vampire.
"So, like, are you ready to order and stuff?"
"I'll have a large Screechza with everything on it, and a Coffinccin."
Then quickly added s a last thought about the latter half of the meal.
"And a Booberry pie."
"And for you?" Ula asked Melody with a smile. Dating Clawd helped her understand boo's eat a lot!
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:47 pm
Melody put her finger on her chin, "Um...a small slice of booberry would be nice for me as well, if you don't mind."
Draculaura nodded as she wrote down the order and gave it to the cook.
"You really don't have to do something as nice as buy me pie, Roswell," she blushed, "I had only accepted your invitation to the dance."
She looked down continuing to blush, even if he didn't have to, it was still a nice gesture.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:28 pm
Marceline watched Rory bubble over in hexcitement over his first day, grateful that he'd enjoyed himself despite nearly being blown to shards. She opened her menu with a bemused grin, quietly waiting for him to join them, and decided what she'd order. She resolved to pass on her usual growled cheese with tomb-ato, in favor of something new and different... though she couldn't figure out what that would be! From beneath the table came another frightful growl, one that Marceline was certain Glen could hear. Her mouth twisted in a somewhat uncomfortable way as she made eye contact with him.
"Sorry," She grumbled through the corner of her lips. "I skipped lunch... Jeepers, I'm so hungry I can't even decide what I want..."
"Hey, guys!" Draculaura flipped open her notepad as she arrived at their booth. "Your usual drink, Marceline?"
"Vein-illa milkshake, yes please!" Marceline smiled, then resumed browsing the menu. "Any recommendations on what I should order, Glen?"
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