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The tongue, upon being released, immediately withdrew into the leviathan's mouth with enough force to send the dragon's head up and back, closing with an audible snap! Merope licked his lips, then twisted to his side to lick a gumdrop off his side. Ah! Good, tongue was back and it still worked. Pleased at this discovery, Merope hurried to catch up to Cyrilla.

The leviathan peered over her shoulder, considering. "Neat, yes," he began, "But how are we going to carry them? Is there a sack or blanket of some sort...? Though." Merope leaned forward, nudging a table. "This isn't my idea of loot, y'know?"

Merope nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we didn't get much warning... But in the end it beats sitting in class and listening to the teacher go on and on about something boring, right?" He shifted his weight, looking around, "I mean, how often does anybody get to do this sort of thing? This was the first time I got to see snow AND run around on land! Er, on second thought, walk around on land," he added quickly.

"What do you think we should do? Start digging through stuff now and loot or...?"

((HP: 17))

The python sized serpent slithered through the pink door, his earlier scowl slowly dissipating as he moved off the uncomfortable snow and into the workshop. Thank Jack for small miracles like warmth! He shuddered briefly for good measure and blinked as he took in the interior of the room; the gnomes in the front had said that all he had to do was grab the 'loot', whatever the 'loot' was, anyways.

Slithering fully in, he allowed his tongue to slip out and back in repeatedly, tasting the air before his gaze settled on the other two students in the room, "Do either of you know what we're supossed to be doing here? Exactly, I mean?" a pause followed before he realised his manners were horrible; in his defense, he was just so damned tired, and cold, and grumpy, "My name is Gabrian," he told them, seemingly perfectly content to have found what looked like two dragons. One, like him, even seemed to be water based, albeit... undead. He'd always wondered about the undead; was it particularly vexing to have to be careful not to fall apart? How did that even work?

Alas, this was not the time or place for such questions. The serpent shoved away his thoughts and moved away from the doorway so his travelling companions could make their way in.

((Gabrian: 18 HP))

Alessa came in a little while longer after Gabe and Iolanthe, as it had taken her a bit to get off Quarria without falling, and felt greatly relieved to feel the warm air on her face. Apart from that, though she was a little...disappointed by the interior. She didn't see anything terribly spectacular at first glance...was she missing something. She sighed heavily, running her fingers through her snowy-wet hair. She'd wished she had stayed on the train...well she wish she had if it hadn't been crashed anyway.

Seeing they were making introductions she brushed the snow off her skirt and quickly went to introduce herself before Gabe would do it for her again. "I'm Alessa from-" she stopped when she spied a familiar face, "Merope! Oh, I'm glad you're alright. You are alright, right? Everyone was worried when you went off on your own...and then I had no idea what happened to you since most everyone went down Candy Cane Lane and...didn't end up so well off."

(( Alessa's HP : 17 ))

Iolanthe jumped as the voice began to boom out around them and she turned, new dragons forgotten, to see where it was coming from. As the large shape loomed in the shadows, she grimaced and took a hesitant step backwards toward the entrance. Whatever was about to come out to greet them was.. terrifying.

Then a large, pink mecha walked out. Although it was a large robot, Iolanthe couldn't help being amused that it was pink despite it's obviously deep voice. "Well, that's something you don't see every day," she murmured, casting a sideways glance at her brother. Still, pink or not, it was threatening her and she wasn't going to be caught off guard just because she thought something was amusing.

She dropped her bag to the floor and unzipped it with one hand, pulling out her sack of joy. Too hurt to hold it with her injured arm, she set that on the floor too and dug out a handful of toys. She pulled back and let them go, only to find that everyone missed or fell short. "Surprise, surprise," she muttered to herself, putting her good hand on her hip. "I don't know why I still bother with this stupid weapon."

Iolanthe HP: 17
Damage: 0, Missed

Alessa was shocked by the robot's sudden appearance. She hadn't even been inside for 2 minutes before this thing-! It was close, much too close for her liking, and honestly shew as more than annoyed to see it there. "Can't you Christmas things leave us alone for five seconds?" She hissed angrily. Without further delay she lashed out, hitting the robot with a nice roundhouse kick to its middle. She then used her momentum to jump a few steps back to join Gabe and his sister.

"And I thought I hated those yetis..."

(( Alessa's HP = 17
Damage Done = 6 ))

Merope breathed a sigh of relief at Cyrilla's suggestion. "Agreed! Considering I'd be the one carrying most of it..." He laughed, shaking himself. But then came Cyrilla's next bit. "Yessss," he said reluctantly, "As long as it's not too big, y'know? Since, er, those are kinda heavy too."

The door opening and closing prompted the boy to turn around and peer at the new arrivals, giving them a quadruped shrug. "Noooo idea," he replied to both Gabrian and Iolanthe at once, shaking his head.

His gaze snapped to their third companion as his name was called. "Oh! Fuzzyarmbbit! Ye-eeah, er, about that..." He shuffled his talons, making a meet click-click sound, "Yeeeah, sorry. I was getting frustrated with everything. The forest was my first time walking around on land, and in all honesty it wasn't very enjoyable." He stopped, groaning at the pun he just made. "You look like you made it out all right, though. What's this about Candy Cane Lane?"

The answer to that would have to wait, though, as the mechanical construction showed itself. "But I don't have any boots!" He snarled back before charging the machine, intending to try and bash it.

(( HP: 17
Damage Dealt: 2 ))

These kids were actually doing DAMAGE! Pink Santa Scout was mad now. How dare they come in his domain and try to make a monkey out of him! The poor scout was already pink! Now they were doing damage!

"You kids are pretty tough but take a load of this!"

With a battle cry the pink scout slams his fists into the ground. Nothing happens at first but then you find that suddenly the room smells really bad. REALLY REALLY BAD. Did something die?

"I CALL THAT ONE SILENT BUT DEADLY! BWAHAHAHAHA"

Oh no. Did he really just.. he did..

HP: 86
Damage 1