{ The School Office } [Re-Open] PAGE 36: THE CALLING

[Enoh Love]

Amrita, who was a lot less little than she used to be, had indeed shown up when she was summoned by a gnome; the poor gnome almost had his arm chewed off by a very exciteable DC, but at least she message was passed along. The older looking Vetala flinched at the mention of parents, and, for a moment, was incredibly thankful that she hadn't put her parents down on her application...which meant that there was no way they would find out about their little, ah, runaway, until she told them herself. Well that was good.

When she took a paper from the pile given to her by Barth, she gave it a look over while the rest went back in circulation, and her full nose wrinkled. This...wasn't a class schedule! This was...something Hellma probably did not want them to see! The newly made Patchwork's wide eyes turned to observe the rest of her classmates; a couple of them tried to pipe up, but nobody really made an effort to tell Arel he was wrong? Err...Jackdamnit, why wasn't anyone saying anything?!

Aaaaaaaa jackdamnitjackjackjacccck! With a mental whine, the patchworked-vetala raised her arm, grumping internally when her backwards hand hit a new addition to her body - stupidthingsalwaysintheway, she added mentally, again pondering to get them removed - and eventually had her hand in the air. It was a lot less likely to get ignored now that she wasn't in a child's body! The thought was terrifying.

"Um....P-Professor..." Amrita piped up, trying to make her voice sound, well, not terrified. "This...isn't a schedule...this is someone's...um, laundry list."  

[Shia bean]

Natalia had done it. She had passed an exam, one from a teacher she wasn't even all that familiar with. This thought--no, this realization hadn't quite settled in until the ghoul was passing through the threshold of the office doors, finding a seat nearer to the back.

It took her a while to leave her dorm room this morning. The little Pathling and all the new sprouts who had come about since her success clawing and whining relentlessly; begging for her to say in bed instead. But something important was going on today, something her minis would probably not understand. She was moving up, becoming a more notable figure within the school...or...well at least becoming a Knob and thus becoming a higher-up that the first year students might look to for guidance. And in some ways this upward movement for herself made Natalia feel different as well. Surely coming upon all of her fellow second year students with their new outfits and even sexier figures riled up the same sort of wants and urges from the monster as they had before...but she felt the need to be careful about her advances, perhaps a bit more mature about them?

Maybe it was just the feeling she got sitting in this office, in front of Arel despite his failure with the desk. Perhaps she didn't want to make a fool of herself just yet; not in the ways he had already accomplished. Coming into a room filled with changed individuals, those who may find her company well worth their time while others may be wary of her still...the monster leaned forward in her seat when a stack of papers made their way into white palms, taking one and then passing the rest down the line. New class schedules? Uh…No...wait.

A faint smile filled the ghouls lips, hidden slightly behind the shadow of newly shaped bangs. White ears twitched while she whispered the list off, the tip of her tail beginning to move and squirm with interest. Unmentionables? But whose? In any case, her list seemed satisfying enough as her left leg came over the right and Natalia reclined in her seat with a content sigh. She wouldn't say anything about it for she rather liked what it was she had been given...if only she knew...

Maybe werelemur hadn't changed all that much, but certainly something within the ghoul felt new.
 

[demon_pachabel]

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Shehk had entered the office immediately suspicious that somehow getting to the second year of school had earned her detention. No really. It had been the only time she'd entered that office to begin with, so it was something to consider greatly. Even as the ice demon spoke (Y u small, Arel? It was awkward to look down at someone who supposedly had authority), the idea was in the back of Shehk's mind.

It seemed that wasn't the case, though she wasn't sure if Decebal would even care about her grades after the long break she'd spent at the vampire's house. Oh that house.

Oh all that fog. It was a surprise Shehk hadn't just started filling the room with her own foggy-breath at the thought of it. But she was good. The room was remaining fog-free. Unlike her own.

Settling in next to Amrita, as she recognized the ghoul on a somewhat-familiar-face level, Shehk took one of the pieces of paper that had been passed around, though by the point she'd gotten the pile, she already knew what was on it. A Laundry List. She didn't even know what to make of that. She truly didn't.The Pricolici's lips tightened just a bit as she glanced over it.... though there was a part of her that was horrified.

"Is this some sort of elaborate prank? Or are you trying to pander your work off onto us?" Shehk inquired, waving the piece of paper and slapping it lightly with her free hand, her tail twitching for a moment before erratically jerking to one side, a trail of blue light following it before fading away.  

[Shia bean]

Glowing orange eyes only flicked in the direction of a tan-skinned, curvaceous form as it came upon a seat beside her. While elated Natalia may have felt to see the always alluring familiar face, she offered to Yaya the same sort of calm welcome that had been given. It felt as if the transition from not seeing one another for so long, to then starting things off from where they were left would come about with great ease; formal greetings seeming trivial at this point with any of the students Natalia was familiar with. They were all sitting here waiting for round two to begin! They were, for the most part, friends! Yaya and herself the sort that most did not feel comfortable with; but friends nonetheless! She of course did not know how Yaya felt about those intimate moments shared, considering they were a little bit older and a little bit wiser at this point…but she assumed not much had changed on the outside; only the new, twisting feeling that resided in her gut warned her to take great precaution when putting the old lemur into action.

Strands of dark blue hair were pulled to the opposite shoulder casually, away from the demon so as her sights could settle more easily if conversation were to start. And not that it did, but in any case she purred in delight when the other ghoul noticed what exactly had been printed on their lists; glad that someone else would also find humor in the most sensual (if not disturbing?) of things. It was in this company that Natalia whispered, sliding her finger along one of the lines that had quite the risky unmentionable clearly marked through. "Look at this one! Someone had plans for it, I am sure!" A teasing nudge against Yaya's shoulder put Natalia very close to the other ghoul, as a low, short giggle came from her throat.
 

[MoonKitsune]

It was morbid curiosity that had them all reading the list, Calder was sure, but he was forcing his mind to not see the items he was looking at on the frame of the headmistress. It was a struggle to say the least, and it was a good thing he didn't know what half of the items ever were. The romance novels he read didn't exactly mention bras of any sort after all. Still, he was also surprised by many others he did know. He looked over at Christof who was turning a rather odd shade of moss green as he looked at the list. It seemed many others weren't voicing their concern or disgusts, while only one or two people actually piped up just a bit.

Calder leaded over, nudging his friend and pointing at the paper. "Hey Christof. I bet there are stone-cold volcanoes that see more action than the items on this list." He said with a snicker. Of course he didn't whisper so that Barth or anyone else could hear his joke.  

[Sosiqui]

Malodore accepted the class schedule eagerly, then started reading with great excitement... yet, as it moved down the list, excitement was replaced with great confusion. Its head tilted to one side. Batty-Bat-Bat G-String? Pumpkin Butter Thong? Demon's Kiss in Hellfire Red?

If the plague doctor had posessed eyebrows, they would probably have been floating a good two feet over its head. What kind of classes were these? Knot-tying? ...Cooking, maybe? ... Kissing?!? Desperately, it read further down the list, hoping for some sort of clarification.

Sleek Leatherette Brassiere

OH.

Malodore stared straight ahead, trying to pretend it hadn't just assumed a 'g-string' (whatever that was) was some kind of fancy knot that second-years had to learn.  

[Bilious]

Barth and Malodore sauntering in was a nice distraction from the horrific list in his hands, but leave it to Calder to pick at the wound. He felt his stomach clench, threatening to upheave at the mental images, but settled for balling the list up and forcefully throw it at the Kelpie's head.

He just graduated to his second year, if Hellma heard him talking like that... well, expulsion would be the least of his worries.  

[MoonKitsune]

He didn't expect the paper ball, but really, he should have. Covering his head, he was hit but at least this time it wasn't a shovel. "Hey!" He whined, dropping his hands from guarding his head and frowning. "Why does everyone throw stuff at my head in this office?" He didn't get it.
 

[Bilious]

The hunchback continued to glower, hands rising in quick sign-language, "Because-you-are-stupid." It was a gesture Calder was becoming increasingly familiar with.

His hands paused when he spotted Amrita in her seat, his face flushing anew. That new body... Malodore had done a wonderful job assembling, her stitches all neat and tidy and... oh Hell's Bells.

He slumped lower in his seat.  

[Nio Love]

Late. Riley looked like she was going to punch the first face she saw, when she stormed into the office, snatched up a schedule, and plopped down beside Malodore roughly. If she had a mouth, it would be pouting - and the skin around her face showed signs of the expression. She was in a bad, bad mood, and it had kept her from greeting anyone around her, even the plague doctor beside her.

She buried her face in the schedule, barely reading the words. Her eyes glossed over them, and her mind filled them in with things that belonged there. Corsets turned into classrooms, brasseries turned into blackboards, and-

She blinked a few times, and her eyes actually focused on the words she was reading, before she held the paper away from her face. She knew these brands.

Hey. She muttered in curious surprise. I shop here.  

[Toshihiko Two]

Amrita was looking...taller. But he passed the stack of papers on without comment, hopefully ending his office responsibilities to paperwork for the afternoon. More students settled in and received copies. There was the occasional commentary on their....course load, but only one caught his attention.

"Which one?" Barth asked in similar curious surprise over Riley's shoulder.  

[Sosiqui]

Malodore was still trapped somewhere between abject embarassment and curiosity. It knew what a brassiere was, thanks to Riley, but... what on earth were these other objects? Try as it might, it couldn't envision something called a 'thong' as being clothing. A thong was a strip of something, right? What good was a strip of clothing? It seemed highly inefficient.

... It was not going to ask.  

[Nio Love]

She shops at La Dame Méchante. Riley held her paper out to Barth. I know, because they require delicate hand washing after a bloodsoak, to keep their colors bright. Her skirt was slit on the side, so it wasn't difficult at all to hook her thumb under a string and pull it out. It was just a string, after all. It even had a lovely little bow on it. See? In fact, I think this is the very same thong she has listed. Though I didn't know they made them in her size..

She let the string go, and it snapped back into place. Why are we being given a list of the headmistresses underthings?  

[Bilious]

At the sound of snapping mindflayer undergarment elastic, there was a sudden strangled noise from the hunchback nearby as he fell out of his chair.