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She was nothing if not pliant, and seemed to have no objection to being tugged around by the hand, even ungently. Tink lived an unlife of simple "if so, therefore" and if Thezil was her friend, he would naturally want to hold hands. And of course Thezil was her friend. It was a simple definition, and large, and amply fitted around him even if they barely knew one another.

To a pair of onlookers it might have been a bit reminiscent of a moth tethered to a drunk stork: the one fluttering, absent, tugged along haplessly and irresistibly with the other's erratic movements.

"Oh," she said quietly, vaguely alarmed. Tink said "oh" a lot. She was that kind of person. She stared at the rows of seats with crippling indecision before attempting to be brave, for his sake, and choosing a seat after a couple of minutes of aisle-blocking dithering. She selected the seat by the window after yet another pause.

(( Mort is bringing Belladonna! ))

Well, today was the day. If this trip wasn't a way to make it up to the witch for their, ah, less than peaceful reunion, then Mort didn't know what he could do short of begging for forgiveness and being her lapdog.

(Little did he know that he practically already was in most regards.)

Dressed as respectably as he could--even going so far as to discard his usual hoodie in place of something more stylish (as Bells had a taste for good clothes, frighteningly similar to his mother's), he made his way to the train with a deep breath. The gray streaks in his hair and face, the blue eye, the whispers--he needed to put them aside. It wasn't exactly difficult, having learned to slowly (grudgingly) adapt to them, but they were a nuisance nevertheless. hopefully the trip wouldn't require a lot of concentration to enjoy; Mort wanted, needed, a small break before the next Student Council event.



As he shambled through the aisle, he noticed Merope off alone. Recalling that the guy had mentioned making friends on his New Years slip--the Student Council had been diligently going through all of them to try and grant wishes when they could--he decided to take the pair of seats in front of him.

"'Sup?" he greeted, trying to peek at what book Merope was reading.

Merope's earfin flicked as Mort addressed him, the boil glancing up before looking back at his book to carefully arrange his talons to hold his multiple places while refraining from shredding said page. "Hi. Um --" He broke off as he took in Mort's outfit. "Were we supposed to dress up for this? I mean." He glanced out the window, frowning. "Think I have enough time to run and get something more... appropriate? I don't remember hearing anything about the trip?"

The more water inclined zombie slumped his shoulders in relief. "That's good. Not needing to dress up, that is," he added hurriedly, "It's not good that you're in trouble with your ghoulfriend."

Merope tilted his head to one side, looking Mort up and down. "Even if it's a short trip, are you sure that dressing like that would be... putting you in her good graces?"

The smacks against his face, or perhaps something else that caught his eye, were enough to apparently distract him from the ghoul asking help to get her out of her slumped position ion the chair. "Whoops, Sorry Rita." He shook his head, blinking his eyes, looking back at the ghoul he was sitting next to.

Returning from spacing out he also noticed other faces, one that he knew and three oddly that he had not. Seen around yes, but never formally been introduced. "Frost, Shehk." He said their names, learning Shehks only a moment before, as he nodded at both of the canines as well. He would have greeted the other two in the same way, had he known their names. "Though, Frost... a more accurate name to call my flavor would be 'Fox'. Or foxy, ill go by either." He said with just a hint of mischief in his tone and a grin.

Quickly changing tactics, he instead chose to busy his hands playing with Amritas hair, which was presented to him when she leaned across his body to greet the other two. "Never been to Terminus, curious to see it too. Thankfully my lovely friend her gave me the chance." Still messing with her hair, he looked towards the two new guests once more. "What can we call you?" He always found it awkward asking for names.

( Alex is bringing Yin Cang )

They were going on a trip. They were going on a trip to a place called Terminus.

Alexander was so there.

It probably wasn't at all surprising to the few that knew the zomboil best, but he was jack damn excited about this little excursion to a city that was going to take the better part of the day to reach. Travelling, exploration, learning about all of the various areas of Halloween...It would have taken more then just several lifetimes to see it all!

Luckily for him, he was undead, and a lifetime wasn't exactly how he tended to measure things.

Boarding the train with his fiance in tow, Alexander already had a large, ready grin on his face, one that revealed teeth that were permanently stained despite how often he brushed (which, lets be honest, wasn't often at all), his black and white hair swept to the side to reveal mismatched eyes that he used to sweep the seating arrangements, recognizing the faces of old friends, and spying new faces amongst them all.

"Mort!" He waved to his zombro happily, noting who he was chatting with and flashing the boil who's name he still didn't know a smile as well. His initial instincts told him to nab the seats nearest to them, but instead he veered towards another set, nearer to Amrita and Remi, as well as two he did not quite recognize.

He folded himself into the seat, scooting over next to the window to give Yin room to sit next to him, by the aisle in case...well, in case he felt the need to be violently ill, really, so he could have ample room to get away. He wasn't sure if the weremantis had ever gotten over his anxiety about trains or motion sickness or whatever it was that ailed him, but he thought it was perhaps best to assume not.

Then the tall form swiveled towards the little group of conversing travelers.

"Hey guys!" Frost and Shehk were also included in his greeting, as he passed a glance towards the two of them as well, before he turned towards the two he didn't recognize, his grin widening. "The two of you both new? I'm Alexander."

Might as well get the introductions out of the way, right?

When he had asked her to come Alamea had gone through several emotional stages before giving him an answer. Excitement was there but there was confusion, anger, worry but finally filled with her curious nature plus an odd sense of wanting to be close to TK she had agreed.

Nothing could have prepared her for this though. Bouncing after him she watched as her over-sized bag was packed away, or rather shoved wherever the monstrosity could fit. Frowning for a moment she licked her lips at the thought of the goodies she had stuffed into the bag that she could eat later and maybe... share? Bright pink eyes stared into the back of TK's head as she followed him, wondering if he would be interested in such things. "Hmmm." She mumbled, shrugging it away and following after him, plopping down easily into the chair next to him, wriggling into it.

There was an odd somberness despite her usual bouncing and kicking of her feet as she sat in the chair. A glance here and there was given to TK before he spoke and her ears nearly jumped off of her head when he did. "YES!" She shouted, nodding to him and leaning over to look out the window. "Wow." She said, nearly toppling into his lap before moving back.

"Do you think this place has good food?" She asked after a moment, going back to humming to herself and swinging her legs back and forth under the chair. It wasn't her ONLY thought and she eyed the skeleton a few times, looking back down whenever he seemed to notice. She was curious about the town itself and what could be done there. Something fun! she thought. "I bet there's great stuff there and old stuff and snacks and...." The mouryou continued, staring back out the window and leaning over again, slowly losing her train of thought.

Inside she felt an oddness in his stomach which wasn't tied to hunger as per usual, but rather it was in knots though she was as happy as she was. "What are you looking forward to the most TK?" Mea said, looking up at him directly.

Syusaki

Because of her prior encounters with trains and their commonly less than positive endings (especially when they claimed they would definitely stop), Belladonna had decided a little self pampering was in order. Specifically of the kind that meant she had donned an ostentatiously large hat overflowing with silk flowers and strings of pearls, as well as put on a very large dress that left her feet exposed but only because the bulk of the dress rested in all the decorations. It was ruched and corseted and had a large bow on the back and covered in lace and was just very over the top for something as small as a field trip.
But this was not just a field trip! This was a field trip that the witch had been invited on by her very favorite person in all the worlds and she felt the need to be just a little over the top for his sake too. Something that seemed to have been broadcasted quite loudly to the couple as the witch bustled her way down the aisle. She spotted Mort first, cheeks going pink to see him decked out so nicely.

Content to sneak (as best as a bright haired witch in a very large hat and dress could sneak), Belladonna tip toed closer before she literally interjected herself between the conversation with a poke of her head in the space not occupied by either Mort or Merope.
"You must not know of me." Belladonna chirped with a cheeky grin first at Merope, of who also received a friendly wink, before she straightened up to face Mort. Well, she hugged him first and ran a hand over his jacket front, fiddling with his tie a bit so that it hung looser but not so obviously.
"Happy Field Trip! I have never heard of Terminus! Do you think the shopping will be nice there?" A gasp was her next bit of speech as she clapped lace gloved hands together in glee. "Oh I wonder what kind of flowers grow there? I was not sure if it was very warm or cool so I packed a change of clothing!" Or three...

"Apologies, as well! I do not hope I was interrupting anything! Lovely to meet your sir! I am Belladonna Divine! The ah... No longer angry ghouldfriend in question." A smile that looked more like 'How could you tell strangers I was mad at you?!!?!!!' was flashed to Mort before a much gentler one was passed to Merope, along with an offer of the witch's hand for a friendly introductory shake.