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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:15 pm
The clattering of someone bursting out the closet caught his attention and he couldn't help but stare at the hapless JD. Here he'd believed coming out of the closet was some sort of euphemism, apparently he was wrong.
Ronan nodded a greeting to Meme as she and her dormmates entered. "Where is your friend?" He asked, wondering if Ascreama was avoiding this social get together, hadn't got the message or was just not here yet.
And this was Falconnie huh? He nodded to her as well, looking to Dash. "your sister yes?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:22 pm
"How about over with those ghouls and growls?" She asked, pointing a gloved finger to the other monsters. "There's a free booth, and I need to make some friends before the school term starts.." She trailed off as her stomach growled like rumbling thunder. "Ohh, I recognise a couple of them!" She giggled and shouted "Ronan!" which was rather unnecessary in the quiet room, waving like she was flagging down a Hearse.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:33 pm
"Got crowded in here fast, f'sure..." Marceline watched the rush of monsters pile into the dining area, just as her milkshake arrived. She casually removed the straw from the glass, resting it on the marascreamo cherry before plunging it to the bottom of the milkshake... a ritual she had done with every vein-illa milkshake she had ordered since she was barely old enough to crawl out of her mausoleum. She reveled in saving the cherry for last, and it added a subtle but lovely flavor to the milkshake that she just adored.
"The last shake of summer... " Marceline let out a refreshed sigh as she took the first sip. Falconnie and her new doommates had just arrived, setting up camp at a table adjacent to theirs... much to Falconnie's chagrin. She leaned against their table and silently pleaded with Dashner to behave, as she knew how this brother-sister dynamic often played out.
"Hey, ghouls!" She smiled at the newcomers. "Glad to see y'all didn't get swamped with unpackin'!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:13 pm
He wasn't great at small talk, and Meme was starting to freak him out with her mad waving excitement. His phone pinged and he found himself grateful for the distraction from the awkward conversation lull. Quote: Hey! ^___^'' Sure, I'll be there. Well.. Trying.. Might be bringing someone else too! See you soon :3 xoxox P.S Please order me a plate of freyes and a double hexpresso and I'll pay you back THANKS xoxox" Quickly he typed up a response. "Good, I will try to find waitress. Seems afraid of steak, don't know why. Monster just came out of closet, not sure what to think. Is that normal?" And with that he tried to flag down Draculaura and order the fries and coffee.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:04 pm
He untangled himself from the mops and brooms as he exited the closet of the Die-ner behind JD, he coughed as he thought, Man, that closet's dirtier than our doomitory!
He brushed off his jacket and looked at Draculaura with a smile, "Yeah, a table for three would be great!"
"Oh!..Um..." Now there were two boos coming out of the Die-ner closet? What was there? A secret passage way?
"Alright" she smiled.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:11 pm
More crashes from the closet follows and the door swings open again and out steps struggles Shadeaux as he tries to disengage his foot from the inside of a mop bucket while still trying to give off the illusion of 'cool'.
Draculaura's eyes remained wide as Shad turned to the diminutive vampire waitress.
"You werecats should really clean that closet out more often. A Sackman could break his neck trying to get out of there. You dig?"
Without waiting for a response, he walked quickly up to JD and Felix.
"You could have waited for me. If I hadn't got in the closet in time, all you would have gotten was a headache when your heads hit the wall. It is just a closet after all, without a Sackman in there." wink
"I..."
He turned and froze when he spotted...
"BEAST!"
Shad jumped and practically backflipped over the counter and behind it with a loud crash! He slowly rose up, a big pan over his head like a helmet and twirling a broom like a baton weapon while watching Rory verrrry carefully.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:14 pm
Gryff enters the diner, sipping his cinnamoan double-hexpresso shot scare-trade enhanced coffin beverage, a cloud of steam wreathing his gently tousled locks.
"Lame."
Leaves.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:24 pm
"Yeah, that's my sister..." Dashner made a 'Don't worry' face at Marceline, and he sipped his drink delightfully.
... Awkward science.
"So.. Anybody have any um... Goals for the Scaremester?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:13 pm
"Oh, great." Rory shrank behind Marceline as Shadeaux pointed at him and shrieked. It was that crazy shadow-guy he'd met in Draconia's sitting room a few weeks ago. Rory had never met a Sackman before, and had poked him with a forefinger a couple times. He hadn't realized this would cause Shadeaux to completely lose his ghoul.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:21 am
Three guys in the broom closet? He quirked an eyebrow and watched the trio curiously.
"What in the seven seas is his problem?" He looked to Rory as Shad started to freak out. As far as he was concerned, what possibly threat could a boy made of glass; or something similar; really pose to anyone? Aside from some scratches if he shattered.
"What sort of goals?" He didn't take his eyes off the closet trio.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:43 am
The clown monster danced over to the other tables, handing out colourful balloons to random monsters. "One for you! And one for you!" She beamed. "One for you too!"
She finally slid into a seat at a table next to a bone-handed ghoul. A bubbly waitress came over and Meme ordered a plate of waffles with lots of extra syrup and a bacon smiley face.
"Nice to meetchya! I'm Meme," leaning across the table, offering over a bright green balloon "To match your hair!" She grinned.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:47 am
Wow, the place was just crawling with monsters now. Some seemed to know each other, some didn't. It was like...chaos.
Rory loved it! This had to be what it was like in the hallways of Monster High all the time! He leaned forward a bit and cleared his throat.
"Um." Heads swiveled towards Rory, making his shiny cheeks blush. "Maybe we should all sort of, uh...introduce ourselves? For those of us who don't know each other, I mean."
Long pause.
"Oh! I'm Rory. For those of you who I haven't met. Rorrim Bludworth. Son of Blo-...of the Mirror Witch. I don't go to Monster High, but I want to."
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:03 am
He was busy hexting Ascreama, but glanced up as Rory started introductions. He flt somewhat uncomfortable with so many people around now all looking their way. He shifted awkwardly and tried to focus on his message instead of all the eyes Rory had attracted with his speech.
"Is this really necessary.." He asked quietly, not really feeling up to mass introductions like this.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:28 am
Marceline accepted the balloon from the clown ghoul. Holding it against her hair, she was surprised at how closely it did indeed match almost perfectly.
"And I'm Marceline... call me Marcie if you like." She smiled, and then at Rory's cue. "Oh... I'm the daughter of the Guédé Loa, most sp'cifically Baron Samedi."
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:26 am
"I love how this place brings monsters and mansters from all walks of unlife!" Meme said, jiggling with happiness. "Thanks!" She drooled as her food arrived and tucked in, scraple syrup smudged around her mouth within seconds. She looked up at the other monsters "Boh, am ah subbose'da indroduck mahself doo?" She asked whilst muching on a dense paincake, clearly lacking basic table-manners, but smiling non-the-less.
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