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Ascreama stropped through the maul as her clown friend hurriedly excitedly along in front of her.

"Euurrghh.." Ascreama stomped and sighed as they walked, flopping her arms dramatically "Bluuhh... This is stooopid." She groaned.
Meme stopped walking suddenly and spun on her heels to face Ascreama. "You sound like a baby, stop it." the clown folded her arms across her chest and pulled a stern face. "Just because you have magical hair-do powers doesn't mean everymonster else does. I barely brush my hair and it's a mess.." She admitted "You said you'd support me so no backing out now!"

"It's not magic; it's viscous-" The goo lady began to protest but was swiftly cut off by her friend.
"Nope, stop talking. You're just being lazy, and it's not like you have to get your hair done either." Meme continued walking at a quicker pace and her short friend hurried to keep up. "Just imagine it's some research project for your mangoo character designs? Ask the stylist about wacky hair-dos?" Now, let's hurry before it gets really busy." Meme said over her shoulder.

Ascreama squished her hands against her pink goo hair and pouted, that was a goo-d idea but she feeling too sulky and guilt tripped to admit it "Fine.. But we're stopping at the scarcade after!" She eyed longingly at the busy crowd around the scarcade as they passed it. "I wonder what's happening there?" She asked, hearing the familiar music of a Mortal Death Match on those 'trick-you-into-hexercising' machines.

"Ppft, ammatures" Ascreama scoffed at Roswell and a sweaty birdboy she didn't recognise as they jigged around on the machines. "They're playing on the Uhhmerican version! the Japainese Mega Mega Dance Dance is much harder. I've beaten the Mega Mega Death Dance Boss soo many times!"

Meme rolled her eyes and said "That's nice," whilst dodging through the maul crowds.

They soon reached the back of the conference hall, with several monsters milling around. Meme's paced slowed and she gave her friend a nervous glance.
"What if there's nothing Scarie can do for me?" She gulped, her wide eyes grew even wider. "What if she says my hair is hopeless and it would offend her talent?" She squeaked, clutching a hold of her loops of ratted and knotted pink hair.

Ascreama huffed and gently pushed the clown towards to other monsters around the styling station with Scarie. "No backing out now!" She grinned.

"I am, of course."

Scarie glanced up from where she was looking over her work on Marceline to see Nefera de Nile shoving her way through the crowd of ghouls to get to the front of the line. Never minding the glares or cries of protest, Nefera stationed herself right in front of Draconia and Hellene and gave them a mere look of indifference before turning back to Scarie and sighed.

"I'll be next."

"And you are?" Scarie said simply, putting her hand on her hip and giving Nefera a look that told everyone she was not impressed.

"You're kidding, right?" Nefera sneered. "Uh, hello? Nefera de Nile? Duh!"

"And did you get an invitation like dese other ghouls?" Scarie asked, now crossing her arms over her chest.

Watching this escalate slowly, Glen took a l-o-n-g step to the side and shifted himself behind Draconia and Hellene.

"You're obviously confused." Nefera rolled her eyes. "I don't need an invitation. I'm Nefera de Nile."

"If you don' have an invite, den you don' get your hair done!" Scarie stated simply. "I don' care if you de next in line for your daddy's throne."

Nefera stomped her foot and wailed, "But I am next in line for my daddy's throne!"

Scarie snarled, "An' I don' care! Now get out of here!"

Nefera crossed her arms and shook her head in a regal pout, "I am not going anywhere until you..."

"Boys!" Scarie called and two rather large, living Voodoo dolls, much like Hoodude (but larger and put together more professionally) walked up and scooped Nefera up under her arms.

"This isn't FAIR!" Nefera wailed as she was escorted from the maul's Hexpo. "I'm Nefera de NIIIIILE!!!"

Scarie just shook her head and turned back to the gathered kids.

"Now! Where were we?"

Hellene quailed. Scarie just brushed Nefera aside as if she were breadcrumbs! That was power! The only thing that normally got Nefera out of a room was Dorothy, and Glen has been instructed to leave the chaotic little beast at home. Hellene's friends stood behind her and nudged the starstruck harpy forward.

"Go for it Hellene," Tori repeated.

"Yes, you've been waiting all week for this!" said Draconia.

Hellene clutched at her magazine.

"Ah yes, de chatty one. Well com' on child, I don't have all day, dere's a show to get on."

Hellene took a deep breath and passed her much read copy of Morgue to Draconia, wrapping her friend's claws firmly around it.

"You will protect this with your unlife, this is my hoard and you cannot let it be hurt or wrinkled or lose a page because if that happens I don't..."

"Of course! Now get up there before someone tries to steal your spot again!"

Hellene snapped out of her trance and bounded up the steps of scarestylist's station where Scarie turned the chair. Hellene sat down, delicately running her talons over the softest and most supple leather she'd ever felt. Around here the circle of lighted mirrors displayed every tool of Scarie's art. Hellene bit the inside of her cheek and repeated a mantra in her head: don't faint don't faint don't faint don't faint...

"Now den, let's see what we have to work with," Scarie began, pulling off Hellene's headscarf.

"I haven't had time to do anything with it lately so don't judge it too harshly I've been taking all the Gory Gazette's pictures for Spirit Week and you don't know just how many students were wearing such interesting things for the theme days, you must have seen Glen who wore that pink cupcake dress one day and you know that picture was going to be on the front page except then Nero and Kai got into an arguement over who had the better legs for skirts and then had a T'were Off so...."

What seemed like yards of feather-soft (of course) hair fell out of the scarf, gleaming with all the deep colors of a Grackle. Scarie took a step back as the hair pooled down towards the floor.

"Where do you hide all dis?!"

"Oh well the scarf is much bigger on this inside than it looks and my hair grows ever so quickly, I can usually cut it and style it and then everything grows back, it's because my family originally comes from Scar-nassus and it's very cold at the top so we have to regrow feathers quickly to regulate body temperature although we haven't..."

As Hellene babbled, Scarie clipped off a length of hair near the bottom and attached it to a doll.

"Well if it regrows so quickly, we can do whatever we want with it, yes?"

Hellene gasped.

"Ohmigosh yes we can whatever you want to do is fine I've seen every deaditorial you've ever done and the hair is always so uuugh-mazing that I have to keep them even if I've never been able to replicate them!"

Scarie snapped her fingers and the Voodoo assistants began dashing about the station, handing their mistress dyes, pins and combs. Her fingers worked around the doll's head and Hellene's hair matched the movements, twisting itself into elegant swirls. Fleurettes bloomed into a partial updo fit for the covers of any magazine in the world.

"You will have to com' back to me when you want to take dis down, de pins will need special work. Den we can see about dat magazine of yours. I do not have de time to sign it now."

Hellene suppressed a squee. A private audience?! This was a dream come true.

"Dere!"

Hellene stared at herself in the mirror and turned solemnly to Scarie, clasping the older woman's hands in her talons.

"Ms. Scarie Catrine Laveau, you are the most talented woman I have ever met and I will never forget this scarestyle as long as I unlive."

"I know you won' because you are going to take lots of pictures, aren't you?"

Hellene broke into a grin.

"Dat's better. Now get off de stage so I can see to de next one, and you and I will have more time after all dis is dun. I will make sure dat nephew of mine brings you 'round. He won' forget any o' my orders."

Hellene fluttered back to her friends.

"Well what do you think!?"

The maul wasn't Nero's favorite place to be. It was big enough and with enough stores that even though he didn't really get lost, it always seemed to take him twice as long to find the store he was looking for. Today he was looking for Glen.

Minibro had borrowed Nero's Were-lupo Fiasco CD, among others, and it was time to collect. Somewhere in the depths of the maul was part of Nero's boosic collection and a scarestyling hexpo. He figured he must be getting close because the ghouls were sporting ever more elaborate coiffures.

She gave a small sigh, "Why does Rosswell always seem to get himself into these types of situations?"

She put her fingers to her forehead and rubbed it in irritation, "This is about Dashner. Roswell fears that because Perry is now a close friend of Dashner's, he and Dashner's friendship is now broken."

Really Roswell? Could this not wait some other day? she thought to herself.

It seemed as if this battle between favorites would never end, and her input wouldn't help the situation at all.

"Dashner, could you please input some sanity into these two?" she asked.

She checked the time, she had to get to Glen and Draconia soon, she gave another sigh and went back through the crowd, she didn't have time to split another argument between the two today.

Tori didn't want to admit it. But she WAS nervous. She doesn't usually go to Salons for much of anything, her mother used to help her with her hair when she was younger, combing, brushing and braiding. It was all her mother. As she became older having to do it all herself, she'd just throw it up into a pony tail and left to play outside.

"Oh, Tori, if Scarie can do THAT, and if she doesn't even blink at Marceline's hair, yours must be a snap! Do go next, I can't wait to see what she'll do!"

She nodded to Drake, stepping forward, unlike Hellene who talked a lot when she was nervious, Tori was clamming up. Say something! She told herself, as she was now face to face with Ms. Laveau.

"Hello you're majesty, I'm Tori." She said softly, feeling she needed to introduce herself to the lovey, Voodoo Queen.

"HAHAHAAHA!!" The woman laughed loudly, with a boldness unlike anything she'd ever seen. "O child! Ain't no royalty here! Dat wretch already gone! Voodoo Queen is more a title. So sit your behind right here an' let Auntie Scarie see what I got to work wit."

She patted the chair and Tori sat down trying not to fidget as she examined her hair.

"Uh Sorry, it's a bit... of a disaster..." Tori apologized for the thick, fizzy, tangled mess of a mountain of hair she had. Tori yanked out a leaf from her hair she hadn't seen before and quickly discarded it. With all the mirrors she was becoming more embarrassed by her hair.

"Oh but it smells phenominal! You wash you're hair wit berries dochu? All you Trolls do. Try dis." She handed her a potion bottle from her desk,. "Make your hair easier to work wit. Softer, sleek and shiny. Three drops a day."

"Thank you!" Tori was getting excited, suddenly wasn't as self conscience of her hair. She could not wait to see what her magic could do!

"It be high time we turn dis pauper to a princess!" 'Auntie' Scarie then sniped a piece of Tori's hair attaching it to a doll that looked a lot like Tori herself. She drops three drops of the potion on to the dolls head beginning her work

"Hehehe! That tickles!" Tori laughed, and Scarie smirked working her magic, as her assistants also worked hard to soak, scrub, message, paint and dry Tori's nails on her hands and feet.

The hair on her head was tugged, pulled, stretched, then up in curlers, with in a several minuets, her hair was shiny and lush, all full of curls!

"Oh my ghoul! It's beautiful! And not bit of frizz!" Tori exclamed! "It's aahhmazing!" She could finally understand Hellen's hexcitment. This woman was a miracle worker!

"Thank you! Thank you so much!!" hopping off the chair, her hair bounced with her as if it was just as happy as she was. biggrin

"You're next ghoul!" She High-Fived Draconia! "This is so hexciting!"

Perry had been somewhat focussing on not getting electrocuted, so when Roswell was hurled unceremoniously from the challange, he was somewhat surprised.

Hexhausted and gasping for breath, he hopped down from the platform and moved to help Roswell up.

"Hey... you ok man?" he managed, but instead of helping Roswell his legs went from under him and he slumped to the floor beside the alien guy, panting heavily.
"That... was... absolutely... nuts."