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"Could definitely use some warmer weather but I'll be fine," he replied to Malodore before the doctor went off to deal with Calder's injuries.

Feeling Riley climb onto his back, he glanced towards her before tucking his wings in to try and cover her some more. If anything they helped shield her from the winds.

"We probably should try and head inside somewhere... and take the pumpkins with us. I don't think we should leave them alone but I'd really like to find some place warm. If possible."

Manhandling Calder was not what she wanted, but it was just a means to an end; the Kelpie ended up in the sled, as did Barth and a few others. The Vetala, however, remained outside of it, watching as more and more of her classmates - and friends - popped out from the snowy pumpkin guts.

Christof was fitting himself with the reigns, and as she watched she started to fidget, and the more she fidgeted the more her mind raced, bringing back a conversation he'd had with her before. The poor boil; he was unorthodox and sometimes cruel, but he really did try so hard, didn't he? Even if someone wasn't happy with him. Her gaze eventually fell on Barth, and before she completely understood what she was doing and why she was doing it, she was walking up to his side of the sled.

"Barth." She said first, hopefully just loud enough to get her attention. "When...when this is over..." Frozen hands hooked easily on the side of the sled, fingers already numb in that position. "C-can we...um, talk? About..." Her head turned, pointedly looking at Christof's back. "Please?"

"Thank you!" It was a huge relief when he agreed, offering him a smile. Christof received another glance, but then her attention was on her rainbow claws hands. "Oh. U-um." She peeled her hands from the side of the sled, tucking them behind her back. Calder had her coat, leaving her in a tanktop, pants and the blue scarf she had liberated earlier...and she was just as rainbow as when they got here.

"N-no, I'm okay. A-and it's okay, Um...I probably won't help keeping anyone warm, b-but thank you! But I'll help push! I'll be okay!" Maybe she was just trying to convince herself at that point, but either way Barth was right; someone needed to push and, well, she might as well help. Since, aside from being slow and unable to bend her fingers, the cold didn't bother her.

Astra had grown so used to the constant annoying music, that she almost didn't realize that it had stopped. Her antenna twitching about, she then became aware of another sound below her feet; turning gears.

"Wha..." She looked down, suddenly nervous that something was going to jump out of the ground. All around her the Christmas monsters were dissipating, but not completely. Their forms instead began to change into something else, something hauntingly familiar.

When the voices began, the fae was certain of it. This was the same fog from the island, except this time it was forming above them. It didn't matter, the voices were just as potent as before, and already she was trembling. It was about to get worse, as she could plainly see something in the fog was forming. That alone made her weak at the knees.

But she held her ground. No, she couldn't run away now! What if the hooded reapers came again and tried to attack Riley, or everyone else? The last time that happened, everyone got caught in nets, and the mindflayer came back with a huge hole in her stomach. She may have seemed fine, but was the injury healed? And sure, Jericho was in his stupid big (rainbow) dragon form, but would he be strong enough to protect everyone?

She wasn't sure, but she did know one thing. She didn't want to stand by and idly do nothing! And so, she took to the skies.

(exiting!)

The ghost dorms would be nice, but Jericho figured that the monster dorms would make a pretty good fort as well. The walls were built pretty strong to accommodate all the monsters. He was just about to start walking when a peculiar fog began to waft through the area. Pausing, he looked around, feeling an eerie sensation within his bones.

Then the voices began.

The dragon's eyes widened as memories of the island hit him all at once. Why was that fog here? How did it get here?

"Tiamat's s**t. We better get moving," he uttered while looking around, expecting hallucinations to form at any moment. Either that or.. other enemies. Shifting his wings uncomfortably, he looked towards Mal, then started walking with Riley on his back.

((Exit))

And Riley was carried off.

((Exit))

Mandy clapped her hands over her ears with a hiss of pain as the previously unnoticed sound of turning gears suddenly became painfully loud. Where was that coming froooooo.......

She gaped in silent horror as a familiar mist rose out of the fallen Santa Scouts corpse and that of his fellow Christmasers that he had squashed.

No.

What was that doing here? Tainting their home?

She let out a shuddering pained gasp as the sound of gears turned into horribly familiar whispering voices. She had to get away. Right now.

Stumbling Mandy pushed up and sprinted off.

(Exiting)