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When the two who seemed to have put up the posters began to explain the game, a brow jacked up a bit. Turn based Truth or Dare? Hmm... would be a bit difficult since typically it's played by people who know each other a bit first right? Right? Well... too late now and maybe he'd learn some new and interesting things. And since it was rude to leave the second one arrived so he'd stick around.

Carry's voice made him stop listening to Cora and focus on her, his eyes hooding slightly at the incorrect saying of his name. But, as he recalled, she always said his name wrong for some reason. "Evening, Carry. And thank you very much. You look as lovely as always. How have you been adjusting to the school?" He didn't need to really ask Barth since he had seen how well he was getting along with school. "I'm not too sure how well this shall go, but it sounds like a good bit of fun to have, I think." Noticing the cooler as it was pointed out, he smiled a bit more. "What'd you bring to drink?"

"Thank you, Barth." Was it truly that nice? He looked down at it curiously, but then again he always dressed nicely. It was pleasing to see it noticed, though.

Their entire trek to where the activity was had been horrible. Of course, she had chosen the wrong "edge of the Weeping Forest," if that was even possible, and stood around with her reindeer like a moron for a good ten minutes before realizing it was clearly not where they were supposed to meet. Then when she and Dasher finally started to head along the rest of the forest edge in search of the students, they ended up getting chased by a group of aggressive squirrels, nuts flying past their head whenever the squirrels saw fit, until they were out of their "territory" and the group of students were in sight.

Colette mumbled, "Finally," and made her way over to the students, her reindeer following alongside her. She stood before the circle awkwardly with no clue of what the heck was going on. "Um.. hi."

In a search for any familiar faces, Colette looked around the circle of students, but only saw three she could identify. Calder, who had hosted where she made her first attempt at meeting students; a patchwork boil who she only saw briefly on the Christmas trip before a red robot attacked everyone; and Barth. Barth. He had called her and left a message after the Christmas madness, and she did call back, but never received a reply; and Colette just assumed he didn't find her important enough to call back. She looked at him for a moment, but averted her eyes. If he didn't feel like returning her messages, she'd just have to let him have what he wanted and ignore him too.

The Reaper figured she looked odd long enough by just standing there with a reindeer and hoped to find whoever was in charge with a seemingly general question, "Er.. I hope it's okay I brought him?" Him being the very noticeable reindeer with the glowing nose.

As he was tripped over, Gargantuan jerked a little, but he only waved a little at the wolf girl with a merry grin. "Hullo!" He didn't seem to be offended in any way, and his tail thumped a little as Cora began to speak up. ...Truth or Dare? Gargantuan had never played Truth or Dare!

H was starting to get a little uneasy at the mention of leaving--why would anyone leave if a game was fun? Oh well... before he could dwell on it for too long, he spotted someone else very familiar. Patchy. It was Patchy! Patchy, his friend, Patchy!

And then Patchy located a very heavy rock, and G's fins flared out with alarm. What was he doing with that? Oh! Oh! Patchy... Was Patchy about to hit that little girl on the head?

Alarmed, Gargantuan lunged at the undead student in an attempt to knock him over, having no idea what was going on. "Nooo, Patchy, nooo! You's gonna get kicked out of school!" He cried, driven to a near-panic at the thought of one of his friends getting into detention again.

More people had started to arrive now, still none of which Ren recognized. He felt terribly out of place here, like he was standing in the center with a giant Post-it note stuck on his forehead that read "I AM A NEWBIE."

Except now he was too lazy to actually get up and leave, so he stayed put.

The orange haired girl introduced herself as Cora, the skeleton boy as Morton. Ren raised his eyebrows slightly at the intended game, and then the rules, but didn't say anything; after all, he was here for a little fun, right?

...right?

The girl who had tripped over him was now sitting next to him, the rest of the students beginning to follow suit and move in a circle. Ren slid his gaze towards the redheaded she-wolf and yawned.

"So," he said, in a rather pathetic attempt at conversation. "What brings you here tonight?"

There were way too many students out here this late. This never happened. Riley should have probably read, instead of ignored, those odd posters she'd seen tacked up all over the halls. She had not, and she certainly had not ever expected students to be out here this late. What kind of sadistic ritual required this much young living (and dead!) flesh, this late, cuddled together in the forest?

And why hadn't someone made sure she knew about it?

Regardless, Riley was a little annoyed. She put away the set of knife cutlery she'd been carrying, sliding them silently back into her pockets, and stood like a looming shadow behind G. Okay, let's be honest. She stood like a tiny invisible nothing, behind G. When he pounced Christof, she wrapped her arms around the giant lug from behind and squeezed - ineffectual, seeing as when HE had done this to HER, it had scared the deathly nightlights out of her. Her hug would probably be almost unnoticeable. But she tried to be scary about it. Roar.

Why are you all out here in the middle of the night? She murmured out to everyone, despite her awkward position.

Violet eyes regarded the large green...thing...boil...whatever he was with a friendly smile. "Hiya!" She piped up, adding in a small wave at the green boil. He was so much bigger than she was, but at least he didn't seem to have really noticed nor cared that the she-wolf had tripped on him. The boil she sat next to spoke up again and LW turned to look at him.

"So...?" She blinked at him then a quirky grin appeared. "I heard it was s'posed to be tons of fun and some mention about booz-er drinks." The she-wolf tilted her head a little. "Names LW."

Movement from the corner of her eye had her glancing at the big green boil as he lunged towards another person. All the she-wolf saw was his green tail come towards her head and she squeaked, scrambling to get out of the way. She went the only way she currently had open. Where the gryphon sat.

The she-wolf was all but sitting in the poor gryphons lap at this point, tail curled tightly around her legs (and possibly his, but she wasn't looking). Oh geez. Great way to introduce yourself right there. Such a graceful lady she was.

At the sudden voice in his head, Christof twisted, exposed mismatched hands clawing at the grass outside of under the massive green student, his mental voice that only Riley could hear sounding muffled and strangled if only because that was how he felt, Mistress! Thank Fear Around Us!! Mistress please save me! He didn't bother to call for Barth. One, he wouldn't have heard his mental outcries, and two, guy was already sitting. There was no helping him after that point.

Holly wasn't sure what she was doing here. She was new. Really new. It was quite literally earlier when she was moving to her room that she saw the posters. Not that she had a lot to move in, it was more of finding her room and seeing where it was. The fox spirit shrugged and decided that the edge of a forest could be a good place to met people. Worst case Holly could just leave if it was boring and steal what booze they had the posters mentioned.

Buttoning up another button on her front she made her way to where she thought it was. She had to check a map that she'd received... somewhere? Holly shook her head, this place was so weird.

She eventually saw the group of people gathered. At least she didn't show up to nothing or one person. That would have been lame. Her soft-footed PJs made little noise as the ghost approached the group.