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King had enough of this 'dating' business. Why didn't they simply fight and determine good pairs by strength or cunning? Why not have all the single pups in one area and those with companions in others? It was a strange Holiday. Though Alex, Roch and Yin and cleared much of it up, (or perhaps confused him further on some of the finer points), King was trying to jack damnest to grasp these alien concepts and ritual. he would blend into the school. He would it was just... going to take a hell of a time to do so.

Mentally, he took note to catalouge this event in his journal, perhaps write a letter to his uncle and tell him of what he had gathered from this day's events. Truthfully, he imagined it would be a rather curious letter, about the courtships of those not in his tribe. Then again, his tribe's courtship differed from others. But not that drastically, not like this. He missed Frozen Frog and the others. At least them he might be able to get into a pup pile and sleep in the warmth of those he knew.

This thought brough a frown to his face. A nearby candy machine however looked promising. Perhaps one might be blueberry or mint flavored? He could hope. As he cranked the handle, one popped out. 'Plz go'? Whoever wrote upon this candy had terrible spelling.
Not only that they sucked at making candy too, as King blanched.

THESE TASTE LIKE CHALK BUT FREE CANDY IS FREE CANDY.

Disgusting Candy aside, there were other things to try here. Games of sorts. One of which was stabbing a cut out image of members of this student council. Why? He hadn't an idea. They were the 'elected' leaders of students no? Why would someone wish to stab them? This made no sense. Was it a a way to show who was most disliked of them? He didn't know any well. Roch had only mentioned the one ghoul with tentacles. He would take the boils word but- The other ones he hadn't a clue about.

"Pardon sir how does one-" Without any warning the gnome jumped up, latching itself on his shoulders, wrapping a cloth around his eyes. Growling he felt himself being pushed around briefly. Something light was shoved in his hand. The jack was going on. "This was most uncalled for." A gnome hissed at him to go stab a student and King paused. He..couldn't see. Not only that but he didn't even know if he was facing the right direction. Growling he pictured the images in his head.

The dragon. ******** dragons liked to come in swooping, burning everything. He was being a bit racist but in his defense the dragon looked ******** cocky dragon.
I want to pin JERICHO!

Israfel came into scarentines after he'd signed up to ASK ALL THE QUESTIONS, saw the game and made the saddest face. Wings dropped, lip wibbled, and he felt himself conflicted. The hunters had never hurt him! Why did they want to be whacked? That sounded really mean and violent. Didn't anyone know that violence never solved anything unless it was a fight for the last prom dress? (Then it was totally okay to fight and even play dirty).

Just so, the siren kept making a face at that particular game.

;A;

"But...whhhhyyy?"

She had received a text, but her phone was buried in the folds and fluff of her terribly fluffy dress. She hesitated before pulling one arm away from Malodore, and dug into the fluff to find it. When she flipped it open, she instantly regretted it - but a second thought had her wrought with anxiety. Israfel. Asking questions. Oh, the poor boil or ghoul who had to deal with him..

As if summoned by the thought of him, she saw the flutter of movement over by the Love Machine, and closed her phone shut with a snap. Her other arm disentangled from Malodore, but only long enough to turn it around and pull it back into her arms.

Give me a moment. I need to do some.. pre-meditated damage control. Her eyes closed as she bumped the flat plane of her face against the tip of it's beak, before she fluttered (oh Jack, she really did flutter, this was terrible) away quickly and met up with Israfel just a few machines down. It wasn't so very far.. but already she missed her plague doctor.

... What was going on today. She couldn't help but realize just how needy that sounded in her head.

Ah. Israfel. You called? She gave the boil a rather stern look, but her eyes were brimming with joy that she wished she could hide.

Israfel's barrage of questions flew over her like a gust of air, and her joy vanished in place of a wince. She waited until he took a breath, before putting her hand on his mouth, and stopping him altogether. And then, in a startling development, she eyed the charms he pulled out warily, a spark of worry suddenly in her eyes, and claimed them all with her other hand. These, she shoved into her dress, just in case.

It's nice to see you too. She finally murmured, her hand remaining on his lips. Junko made this dress. Malodore, is fine. And, happy, yes. That was one way to describe the uncontrollable joy the plague doctor was emanating, that was reflected back from her. I look forward to your gifts, I have not had a chance to check my room yet. But Israfel, I must warn you; when you sit down for a nice chat with a new person today, you may want to, ah, tone it down a little.

She brushed her hand over his hair, and her eyes lit affectionately. Not everyone is as accepting of your bubbly and vibrant personality as I am.

Riley looked at the machine for a moment.. and shrugged. She was in an uncharacteristically good mood tonight. Yes. You may.

Poor Jericho. Riley couldn't help but 'smile' at the thought of Israfel trying to convince him that they were meant to be. In truth, she thought they would make an adorable couple, but that was likely the effects of her disturbing elation talking. Even as she thought of it, she leaned down as if to whisper a secret to Israfel, though the leaning did nothing to make the whisper enter his mind any quieter.

Did you see who I was a perfect match with. She snickered through her whisper. This was not the Riley people were used to seeing, and it was not just the odd effect of the day; she was just really, really happy.

Riley did not want this many charms. Honestly, she knew deep down they were useless to her, but she accepted those first ones with a blinding moment of hesitance. Now, she was rolling her eyes and shoving them back at him.

Stop that. Just because we're getting married doesn't mean we're going to have scarelings. I don't know how many times I have to explain this, Israfel - I do not plan on having any spawn. So these would be better put to use with someone who.. you know. Does those things.

Her face pinched for a moment, before her eyes widened in dismay. Wait, she hadn't meant to just blurt out- oops.