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(( Shadow Chateau ))

Oh now, this was just too much. Mouse honestly had no idea what would happen if Fredmitri ever ran into a chimera of his kind... cats were territorial, and octopuses were more or less indifferent, and her only expectations were something between those two extremes. But making friends so instantly like this was an extremely enjoyable slap to the face. Her chimera must have been lonely without realizing it. So, she's content to pull out a nearby chair and watch for a spell, though she had a mind to call out "She's still a kitten, so be careful, Mitya! Alright?"

Headmitri mewed and purred and wriggled with the girl-chimera, yowling in fake play-agony as he recieved a n** on the ear. Soon enough the two were an odd little bulbous mask of orange, black, cream, and brown, round enough that they started rolling across the floor in a hug that amassed a total of sixteen arms. The jacktopus heeded Mouse's words, though, and took great care that the octokitten he had found wouldn't bump into anything or get raked by and claws. His were old enough to coat themselves with a nasty little neurotoxin - hitting Mitya-also with that would have been terrible indeed.

(Shadow Chateau)

"Hm?" The harpy pinned his wings to his body at hearing someone approach, moving so he would be out of the way and not interfere with someone coming through the door. He paused as the figure behind him drew closer and oozed familiarity.

"Alastair." he felt like sighing in exasperation at having been abanoned, and in happiness that someone had rescued him from this awkward social situation. A house full of strangers was enough to make anyone nervous, and the reclusive maskmaker had few social skills to speak of. A party was practically a nightmare!

"I have been searching for you. It seems as if we were separated." he said quietly, keeping any trace of blame from his voice. That would just be too rude.

(Shadow Chateau)

The tall, black haired man peered at his companion, frowining behind his mask. There was a heaviness to his voice that peaked Bauta's concern. Perhaps this ill-conceived plan had backfired. Had Alastair had another run in with that young chef who had been so distressed by their arrivial.

"Are you alright, my friend?" he asked, pulling the mask from his face so he could get a better look at the faux gangster.

(Shadow Chateau)

Eat each other? Bauta made a horrified face, contemplating that thought. Well, he supposed it made sense if you kept slugs as pets. He shuddered, they may be brightly colored, but there was something odd about a man who became emotionally attached to slugs.

But then again, it was quite obvious Alastair was odd. It seemed like a bit of an understatement to even think about.

"I suppose we must, I wouldn't want cannibalism in any form. It would be a tragedy. Now, do you remember how to find the front of this house? It seems to be rather large and I admit, I am quite turned about."

[[Shadow Chateau > GWEEZILLA!]]

Making the tattered strands of worn fabric bounce with the nod of his head, the Red Death dictated to Aphi, "It's Il Pag-li-a-ccio. The last part like 'cho'." He gave another happy snuggle as Aphi patted his head and made the mask slip slightly over his face. He reached up and readjusted it once more. After having taught Aphi the correct way to pronounce the italian word for clown (he had been taught by Isi who was needle pin close to biting his head off at the time), Eiry muttered an observation, "I don't know if he's "okay". He was tense when he went to the bathroom to do his makeup..." Eiry shook hius head, he was sure that it wasn't much to worry about. Lifting up from the couch like a balloon, Eiry drifted above and rearranged his blood-colored robe, and promised with a Cheshire grin, casting his eyes about at the same time as if he was searching for someone, "I'll look for him and tell him that you're here. Um...Right now...Fletcher is in the attic. He doesn't want to come downstairs and Percy is on the porch. Ivette is upstairs and... Those are really the only main spirits I feel right now. There are one or two on the edges of the property, but no one that I recognize."

With a ghastly chuckle, Eiry slipped back into his haunting deep voice and hunched himself over and curled his ribbon tight to his body so no one could see it dangling from underneath his costume. Teal and red just...wasn't scary. AND he didn't want anyone to know it was him at first sight! With another gruesome giggle, Eiry performed a mock bow and cackled, "And now I must away, ere break of the toll of the midnight hour!"

Floating as if he were the Red Death himself, Eiry portrayed himself in the most creepiest manner possible, which came easily to him because of his will o wisp soul. Deeply, his voice a ragged corpse of the high pitched child's voice, he continued his installment of Edgar Allen Poe's tale, gliding near to the group of raevans by Gweezilla.

And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a murmur, expressive of surprise-then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust...

((Pools of Doom))

"Just you wait, Alex! I shall begin exacting my revenge when you least expect it," Natsuki squealed, bumping her friend with her hip, making sure not to ram her plastic gun into Alex's leg. Coming up on the queue for the Dunk-A-Doc, a bright smile warmed her face as she saw Isi taking a shot at drowning Dr. Tsu.

"C'mon Isi! Give him a fast ball. Show 'Captain Stubbly' over there the real heat!" Natsuki called out, cheering Isi on and lowering her sunglasses to toss a wink at Tsu. Maybe he'd catch it. Maybe not. She didn't want to disturb the doctor while he was working, but someone needed to warm up the slowly gathering crowd. The fake brunette for the evening was a ball of nerves, but she always found a way to pull herself together at the last minute. Resting her hands on her hips, she watched with anticipation and followed up her cheering with a innocent little jeer for the Doc.

"Make 'im wish he went down with his ship!" Natsuki cheered, hoping Isi would feel a bit more confident!

((Pools of Doom))

There it was. The irresistible, crooked smile that that gave her goose bumps, and made her grin like a proud eight year old. The shift into a Pirish accent caused the grin to break and she threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was rich, hearty, and straight from the soul. It was as if her scuffle with Alastair never happened.

"You're looking a bit dry there, Cap'n. No rum aboard that plank you call a ship?" Natsuki called back, her voice riddled with girlish laughter. She gave up on the refined English accent completely, opting for a more colloquial tone in her voice, if anything to help rile the peanut gallery a bit. Hopefully, Alex and Jae would join in, so she wouldn't look completely shameless in her attempts.