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Usa-pyon crossed her arms and stared back, crossly.

"That's what I'd like to know, Professor. I thought you were a werewolf."

Red-pony was still glaring.

"Okay, pyon, if you must know, I was just... I just wanted someone to go eat carrots with, okay? Or.. or grass. Or something. You know how hard it is to find herbivores around here, right?"

She pouted.

"Y... you don't think you look cute like this? Cuz you really do! Really!"

....

"Okaaaaayyy." The bunny sulked. "Back into the wardrobe."

She shot the professor a look: YOU'LL REGRET THIS.

BECAUSEIWANTTOSPENDTHERESTOFMYLIFEWITHYOU,PYON

Well... to be fair, Professor Red could wear anything and look good.. and Usa-pyon.... would stare at her creepily, whatever she chose to wear.

Like.. this last outfit....

............

Oh. Wait. Wiping drool from the corner of her mouth, Usa-pyon hopped closer to Professor Red, snuggling up to her innocently.

"You're wearing a disguise... because of the abomination that attacked our booth, pyon! It'll attack you if you don't look like a magical girl, pyon!"

A pause.

"And I don't want Professor to get hurt ;________;"

Oops.

Had Professor Red noticed that Riley'd been watching in shock, awe, and perhaps a little bit of terror, this entire time? And she'd been so sure her presence was undetected.

Riley blinked innocently at the professor, her eyes crescenting upward. Her fingers came up to her face, and she made the hand signal for zipping her (non-existant) lips.

Just seeing the fiasco herself was enough.

Nuk, too, had wandered over, noticing Red not in her typical outfit and deciding to come a little closer to watch, hands shoved firmly in his pockets. He must have come rather in the middle of this escapade, because by the time he got close enough to stop and eyeball the redheaded professor, he could hear the irritation in her voice. Not that she probably wouldn't have been irritated anyway... some of those outfits were quite uncharacteristic. It was just the extent to which she was already angry, something the skinwalker took the slightest of interests in, tilting his head slightly to one side and watching as she came out over and over, snickering a bit as she came out as a horse.

The last one, however, wasn't so bad. It was... different... and it certainly wasn't orange and black, but it wasn't bad. Still, the damage had been done, and Nuk was already grinning ear to ear at seeing the 'scary professor' in what looked to him like a wench's outfit.

Ash had come a little late, dragging Cat behind her like some kind of shadowy pull-toy. While she did not get to see all the different fabulous costume changes that the red-headed Monster teacher had gone through she DID see what she was currently wearing. The banshee gave a little gasp as she watched the ghoul step out of the wardrobe, looking a bit disgruntled and uncomfortable.

Ash was almost far too enthralled with the wardrobe, almost. She did catch something about needing to dress up as something called a Magical Girl in order to protect themselves that would attack. Peering inside she was positively d a z z l e d by the things that lay within. So much possibility.

"Cat. In here." The banshee grabbed the shadowy boil by the tail and drug him into the wardrobe. "Use some of these. And let's see..." Magical Girl. Magical Girl. Ash proceeded to tug and pull at the shadowy loops that made of Cat's being, styling here, curling there. She stepped back to appreciate her handi-work with her hands on her hips.

"Hey!" Roch said as he came out of the closet dressing area. "Will this work?" He looked down at himself, evaluating. "I'm likin' the boots, but this skirt keeps trying to crawl up my a**," he said thoughtfully.



"Oh wait," he said abruptly. "I need some sort of call... how about... 'Sweet transvestite from transexual Transylvania go'?"

Muka had been giggling. He'd been giggling since he arrived and found them being funneled away from some awful beast. But it couldn't be that awful. Not at the cutest booth in the world!

The strix even further giggled, manically laughing even, when he saw a reaper boil put on his disguise. It looked a little bit like a rocker 'magical girl' and he found very, VERY amusing.

He hovered around the disguise box, head tilting as he investigated. "I wonder if they have my size..." Oh he was serious. Dead serious.

Roch grinned at Demi. "Frank N Furter, man, Frank N Furter! He's like, my childhood hero! I shoulda got a huge curly wig, now that I think about it. Oh come on, you gotta wear a skirt too, shouldn't you find something entertaining about it?" Then he stopped, lowering his voice and confiding, "but seriously, man, make sure you don't lean over in front of people when wearing it. We don't wanna see that."

He looked over at the ghosts that were getting dressed, then, strangely, didn't say a word before walking to the guitar he had put down next to the wall and picking it up again.