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Moure waited until the potential Errand came, glancing around at the gathered people, and specifically at Danny for a few moments as he realized how different she looked now. She'd changed, appearance wise, since he'd last seen her. Her hair was much shorter now. How long had it been since they'd hung out...? Anyway, When the instructions came, Moure gave a nod. "Sure sure. If you're warning me about people eating all the food, I'd better take it seriously then." Moure replied to Roch, half joking since he knew how much food the reaper could inhale when he wanted to.

When Danny fell off Roch, and then looked like she was going to run over and tackle him as well, Moure gave her a broad grin (all the while bracing himself in case such an affectionate greeting was given to him, too). The gears in her head seemed to click, though, and she changed her mind. Instead he just got a quick hug. "Of course! We've got a lot of catching up to do." He spoke again as she started off toward Rikki, "Have fun with your mission!"

As he was about to go help out with the food, he heard Roch mention their hard-won victory. He gave the little ghoul a nod and a slight grin, "Indeed we did. They weren't all that bad, though. I mean, up until that last one, the trials weren't too horrible. You should've seen Roch during the flag-snagging trial. I don't think I've ever seen someone win so many times in a row, seriously." All Moure had gotten out of that one was learning how to underwater basket weave (which was, albeit, a rather fun skill to have learned). Roch had done rather amazingly during that trial though, which was good for their team and probably helped them win in the end.

With that, Moure gave the three a nod and moved on to the food tables. He gave the robe-clad figure there a little grin and said, "Nahm, I presume? I'm Moure. Roch sent me over to help out. And, you know, to make sure you don't eat it all."

At the mention of weapons, Chuppi paled even more and her small body began to visibly shake. The memory of it was still so real to her, so vivid, and she raised her hands up to the side of her face as her nails dug themselves into her skin. "I didn't want to tell them anything, but they made me. I didn't want to do it, but the others were dead." Small pinpricks of blood began to form beneath her fingers from where she was digging into her flesh, and the monster just looked at Roch with an expression bordering on terrified.

It didn't matter that they were here to celebrate, it only mattered that she had told them everything and everyone was talking about the events like it wasn't something important. Chuppi had told them everything, the drums in her head made her talk. Everyone wasn't safe with her around, but she wasn't safe if she went off on her own. The look and smile from the zombie who approached was ignored, not entirely on purpose as the chupacbara was in her own thoughts. "Gran hermano, I am not safe to talk around."

Roch had been about to reply to Aksaja when Chuppi started to freak out.

Oh.

She'd done the same as Danny.

He inwardly sighed, wondering how to deal with this. Chuppi was smarter than Danny was, a simple statement wouldn't work. "Choops," he said, crouching down in front of the ghoul. "We understand. And we ain't gonna say anything important tonight at all. We're just going to be here together instead of hiding in our rooms, thinkin' of all the stuff we did wrong in the trial. Cuz all of us made mistakes, screech. ALL of us."

Then he gave Aksaja a grin. "The fun might be a bit muted tonight, man, but you're welcome to come up with some ideas! Mister host," he said teasingly. "I was thinkin' pizza on a stick. Or clams. Or pizza with clams on it!"

Chuppi looked at Roch and trusted his words. If she couldn't trust him there was nothing else she could do and he promised her that everyone would be okay, they wouldn't say anything that would make her hurt them in the future. She wanted to believe what he said and because she wanted to she would. If she could master that self control and not let her personal issues eat away the evening then. . . .maybe she would be safe. Maybe she'd be safe to be around after all.

A faint smile spread over her lips as she tried to listen to the words and move along, an attempt to make herself move with the others her ideal. "Is...is there anything then I can do to help? I can....I can move wood if you need me to." Being strong was a thing of pride for the monster, since it was some of the reason she was here. "If...if you want crab Mr. Dragon then maybe I should try and get some for you?"

Chuppi didn't know Aksaja's name so 'Mr. Dragon' was the best she could come up with on a sudden pulse.

"Good to meet you too." The food-tender seemed to be a cheerful sort, and Moure could immediately how he and Roch got along. He gave the other a grin and replied, "I see. Speaking of food acquistion, where'd you get all this from, anyway?" If there had been an explanation eariler, Moure had missed it.

Quickly, the patchwork set about helping, grabbing the boxes as directed and putting them down where they needed to go and continuing to help unloading the wagon's contents up onto the table. "Honestly, I'd be surprised if you didn't snack, since you have so much here to choose from." Moure said with a chuckle. He looked to the wagon again and picked up some more of the snack food. "Any specifics on where you want the rest of this stuff to go?" He didn't want to start putting food down in the wrong places, if the other already had a plan for the table's organization.

Back turned to the rest of the people, Moure missed the chupacabra's shaking and the comforting that the others had attempted. All he caught of the conversation was something about crab and pizza, so he figured that Roch was still unhappy with the fact that he hadn't gotten to eat any during their first trial. Way to be oblivious (or just really focused on helping with the food, whatever) buddy.

Aksaja offered the smaller monster a friendly sort of grin and then gave her a little bow. "Nice to meet you. I was really just mentioning the crab as a kind of joke. Remember the sandcastle thing? Before the crabs quit attacking us, we were saying that we should cook and eat them." It had been amusing at the time, though maybe it made a stupid joke now. But whatever, he was just trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Speaking of which . . . He shrugged slightly to Roch's question. "More or less. It's . . . both worse and somehow better than the last time I had to watch people die."

It said something about Roch's mindset that he didn't notice Chuppi had hurt herself. He chopped up the rest of the wood as he thought about it. "I promised something that I couldn't fulfill," he said quietly to Aksaja. "But I figure now's the time to change that. But for now..." He picked up a pile of wood and turned towards where it was being laid out.

"We need this moment. Don't stare at the fire directly, keep your eyes on the area around us. I don't expect anything, but..." he shrugged. "Everyone's on edge right now."

Then he headed for the table. "TELL me you brought somethin' other than body parts, Nahm! Reapers don't eat that stuff!"

"We can leave some of it on the wagon," Nahm decided. He laughed and pointed out, "Keep in mind, we were shopping for Roch, and I eat like he does." It was a point of pride for him.

"For some fun," he clarified. The zombie boil's look of trepidation suggested that he wasn't interested, but that didn't mean Nahm wasn't going to keep the line of conversation going until outright told no; a good 3/4 of the reason he hit on just about anyone was for the reactions. "You're cute~"