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"Caverns above ghoul, why would they run? We're all monsters aren't we?"

She was carefully turning the dress right way round, inspecting the seams and general work. Atomica had done extremely well here, but then, what would you expect from a machine? Shame about the extra sleeve of course, but that was easily fixed.

"Do you um.. mind if I take this?"

Mary couldn't hide the rolling of her eyes. "Please, young monstress, let's stay crystal clear here. I'm not here for a friendly visit. My son, whom is my entire UNIVERSE, is going to his very first dance, ever. And you are the one escorting him. I must be absolutely sure that you have his best interests in mind."

Mary strolled casually around Marceline, looking her over from top to bottom.

"Sigh. He could have fallen for a nice witch ghoul, but instead he asks out a Loa. He's always had such unusual tastes in ghouls. Tell me-" Mary held up a hand before Marceline could make any sort of comment. "How do you compose yourself? Are you all corners and bones, or do you have a soft touch? Do you tread gently or tromp around like an elephant? Have you refined manners or course?"

Mary stroked her chin as she stopped circling Marceline and waited for an answer.

Mary's stare became positively piercing as Marceline spoke, and one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. There was a long pause, long enough to make Marceline squirm. It was different than the long pauses with Rory, which were warm, flustered and awkward. This pause felt chilly and sharp, like broken glass.

"Very well." Mary finally spoke, shattering the silence into a billion pieces. "I give my permission for you to escort Rorrim to the dance. But."

Mary finally broke her gaze from Marceline and turned back to the wall mirror.

"Bear in mind that I can repair fractures and cracks. I know when he was created that he would always be a fragile thing. A mended mirror is never quite the same again. But there is one part of him I cannot repair if it breaks."

Mary stepped into the surface of the mirror, and it rippled like a leaf falling on water. She turned her head to give one last, meaningful look to Marceline.

"And that is his heart. So hold it carefully." And with that, Marceline was alone in the room with her reflection.

Doriana was leaning against the bar when Draconia and Cassandra walked in. She was kind of zoned out, and as she heard Draconia speak she snapped to reality. "THE ANSWER IS THIRTY MISTER- Oh.." She said, clearing her throat, "I apologize. Oh my, a new guest! I haven't met you before!"

Doriana walked around to Cassandra. "I'm Doriana taylor nice to mee-" Hey eyes widened at that... dress that Sally was wearing! Her mouth dropped, and she shook her head a minute. "Please, dear, excuse me for a minute or two.."

She walked out to where Jewels and Sally were standing. "Holy... Monkfish..." She couldn't decide whether to like it or not. It certainly wasn't the same as her design, but it wasn't bad either.

Sally tilted her head as she listened to Doriana and Jewels. So the dress was for Marceline? Hm. She looked at Jewels.

"I do not think she has come out of the bathroom yet." she said. She remembered seeing Draconia come out, then Layla and Hellene. But not Marceline.

Marceline held her breath while Mary spoke, and when she vanished into the mirror, she exhaled heavily. That woman... if things went well at Tombcoming and she and Rory continued to see one another, Marceline was going to have to endure Mary Bludworth every step out of the cemetary... Her head fell into her hands. Maybe she was getting into something bigger than she could bear...


"Whelp," She sighed to her reflection. "No sense stayin' in the bathroom for the rest'a the creepover. Y'coulda done that at home!" And with that, Marceline rose and made her way back into the party.

"Hello Everyone!!"

The bell to the Looking Glass chimed loudly as the out going troll, and old friend of Draconia suddenly burst though to book store! She carefully wiped her bare feet on the rug as she didn't wear any shoes, Trolls feel were callus enough were they could walk about in nature with out harming their feet. Her back pack looked like that of a hiker's, naturally, she did often hike mountains and such with her family. Everything she needed to survive the woods and creepovers were already in the bag!

"I brought a fruit pot! If you look closely you'll find it shaped like a flower! It smells great and is very health for both you and the environment!" Tori smiled though her tusks, brightly as she held a beautiful pot of edible arrangements of all garden fresh fruits, some where covered in chocolate, while other peanut butter, and the rest were pain. There was something for every fruit lover at the creepover. And all of it was organic!! Only the best!

Tori, beamed at Draconia and quickly apologized for her lateness. "Sorry I'm late, Draconia, It wasn't my intention! Mom had me do my chores and clean the floor before I could come... It's a dirt floor.... in a cave..." Tori shrugged, her father was a perfectionist and mother a neat freak, both qualities were uncommon to trolls. "I paid my little brothers to help me, and Now I'm here!"

Melody felt absolutely terrible when it came to things like this, ghouls wanting to hang together and what not. She'd always write it down, but then misplace the slip of paper and forget about the entire thing..

Now with information from a late text message from Tori and the other ghouls, she had finally made it to the book store.

It looked so large, why hadn't she entered it before?

No matter, she could feel her skin slowly start to dry from the amount of thin air there was outside.

She opened the door and was greeted with a loud blaring of music.

"Ghouls!" Melody tried to announce over the loud music, "I'm so sorry I'm late! I had things to attend to and well-" she was cut off with the sight of Atomica, oh ghoul, this creepover was going to be interesting.