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Joseth was studying from a dusty divination tome late in the library when the next thing he knew, an alarm was sounding and he was being herded with a mass of other students through a portal and into the Leviathan auditorium. He wondered faintly what the emergency was, worrying about his significant others and his children. He should be with them right now, protecting them from whatever was going on, rather than holing himself up in the library to prepare for his exam.

He took a seat towards the back of the auditorium, accepting a bottle of water and an energy bar that was handed to him by a staff member. He observed the rest of the school pour in and fill each row, the nervous chatter filling the large room when suddenly the tv began its broadcast. Horrified, panic jolted in Joseth's stomach at the display and the resulting chaos that followed. The only thing occupying his mind was the safety of his family. Did they manage to get to a safe house? Were they swept up in the streets with all of the festivities going on? Did they know the danger that everyone in Below was in?

The towering Litch tried to remain calm and collected, but he could feel himself start to shake with all of the rest of the nightmares and daydreams around him.

Celedrin had been out for only perhaps a half a minute—a minute at the longest. In that time, thanks to the Kirin looking out for him, his breathing had steadied somewhat and the colour returned to his face. The fainting spell itself served as a kind of soft reset. His vision came into focus, and as it did, he saw the face of a dusky skinned kirin, different from the vibrant green of before.

“Oh... er...” he stammered, the realisation of what had happened settling in. His face flushed and he tried to sit up. “Bother. Erm... I'm all right. Just got a little bit dizzy for a moment. Is it just me or is it really stuffy in here?” He chuckled weakly, fanning himself.

Nearby he noticed an older dryad surveying the situation. Celedrin felt a pit open up in his stomach. The commotion had drawn the eyes of several nightmares and daydreams. It might have been better if he had just stayed unconscious. Even so, he tried to play off his embarrassment.“Ahem... Could someone maybe direct me to the nearest exit?”


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Abrus Fabales
Senior
Abrus's tail swished fast, almost like a whip as he was barreled into. Who had the nerve to push and shove when things were already so crazy?! Suddenly a very pretty kirin came up, and Abrus turned a slight shade of pink. "M-Mlady!" Abrus stuttered, aware that the kirin was coming right his way. "What do i owe-"
Suddenly he was cut short as she shoved Abrus out of the way to get to the imp who just happened to be beside him. "Make way please!" Abrus soured as the woman moved to attend the imp who apparently "fainted". Abrus's tail urged to whip around in irritation, but there was a lady nearby. He had to act at least a little civil. The imp said something, and Abrus's ears flicked forward to hear better. He glared at other nightmares around. Everyone was just being so noisy!
"Are you daft?" Exclaimed the kirin as the imp seemed to only want to get out. "Did you not just hear the television and announcement?!" Also your in the care of such a lovely creature, you lucky b*****d. Abrus only thought the last part to himself. He had to remain one of the civil people here, if only for principal.

Chervil was relieved that the young imp was okay, but not at all pleased that the dean offered no answers whatsoever. He had the sneaking suspicion that he knew more than what he was telling, and keeping it to himself and not allowing anyone to help seemed pointless and a waste of misplaced, manic-driven energy. He did approve somewhat of the crafting distractions, since it was a method he himself taught in his class about keeping a panicked mind busy and focused, but not so much as a glance toward the less able to cope, like the poor young imp being tended to right there in front of them. It must be a very grave emergency if such a thing had passed unnoticed.

Having no desire to craft toys or bracelets, Cervil remained with the kirin and the imp, smiling a little at the latter's seeming attempt to play off his distress. he didn't have much of answer regarding the exit; it wasn't as though any of them were serviceable at the moment. He turned as he heard Adalyn's call. "If you would be so kind; I think a bottle of water would be splendid." He smiled down at the imp. "Don't worry; it tends to happen in crowded places. I think a little water will help immensely."

Trick or Treating was for kids. Astra, being a mature individual with good taste and a sense of restraint, had had better things to do with her night than running around, trying to get as much candy as possible in order to fuel a several-day binge of the stuff... and winding up with an aching stomach and a sense of listlessness at the end. No, instead she'd decided to go to a house-concert.

It had been held just outside Leviathan's campus, in someone's house, with a band and a bunch of people, mostly older than her, but they'd only started their set when the announcement blared on, and before people started being rushed to the university safehouse.

Now? She was stringing some beads together listlessly, and making impassive faces at the growing crowd of people trying to get out.

When a Fallen that looked not much older than her piped up, demanding to know why they were being held up, she gave a derisive snort.

"If you had anything more than feathers between your ears, you'd have caught onto the fact that something bad is happening," she drawled, slowly enough that it was clear she was being patronizing. "But if you really want to go brave the outdoors with the supposed revenge-seeking cannibals, go right ahead. Keep bothering them and see where that gets you."

Abrus Fabales
Senior
Abrus squinted at the fey who supposedly knew this weird imp. It had to be an act. And everyone was believing it right away! Abrus's ears folded back, a sign of his annoyance. This imp must be an actor or something. He wanted the large crowd and attention. Abrus had to try hard not to stomp a hoof. He was a real performer, he should be in the spotlight! Then the beautiful purple kirin looked up at him, and he melted into her eyes. "Um! No!" Abrus hastily rearranged his own long locks of hair, suddenly uncertain about what to do with his hands. "No a fall like that was nothing really, i assure you!" the Kirin responded, standing up straighter.

Abrus looked around at the crowd, all eyes were filled with concern and worry for the clumsy imp, and the lovely lady was watching him. He had to do something! "He needs space!" Abrus called at the crowd, throwing his arms out wide dramatically. He struck the pose for a second, then he bent down to pick up the imp princess style. "I shall find him a safe, quiet place where he can rest his obviously exhausted self." Abrus looked at one of the many in the crowd. "Find him blankets! And a pillow! This imp needs rest!" Abrus gave the beautiful purple kirin a look Abrus thought was strong and heroic. "M'lady! You are welcome to come and keep caring for this imp, but I feel you would be much safer if we were to move this to a more... private area. Cant have one of you getting stepped on or such!" With that Abrus turned and went to find a space by the wall, at least, where there would be far less chance of injury happening.

Another voice cut in and Celedrin saw the kirin he had crashed into before. The heat continued to rise in his face. The crowd had not yet dissipated. “W-well... I... I only...” the imp sputtered. Thankfully, another voice interrupted him before he stammer out a half-baked excuse. Its owner, another unfamiliar daydream, called for a bottle of water and smiled down at him. Celedrin could almost hear the wink in the dryad's voice when he responded with knowing words.

“Yes, that would be top-notch. Really,” Celedrin replied, feeling some of his flush fade. He nodded to both the dryad and the kirin leaning over him. “Thank you very much for all your...”

“Celery!”

Celedrin's ears twitched. There it was: that terrible nickname. As he looked over to see who hailed him though, the spark of annoyance burnt out. It was the fay from... Well, where had he seen her before? Somewhere around Grendel to be sure, if the paints on her outfit were any indication, but where? He had no recollection.

“Oh, it's... um... you!” he said, hoping that would suffice. Once more he was saved, this time by the dark-skinned kirin. “Of course. Exactly,” he responded. She gave good advice. Yet a part of him was still itching to get up, slink away, and make a mad dash for the exit. Really, he could not bear to be tied down like this. For the time being, he would sit quietly though. As he plotted an escape route, Celedrin tapped his index finger against his knee. He just needed to wait for the right moment...

“He needs space!” A voice bellowed. All of a sudden, Celery found himself scooped off the ground. He opened and closed his a few times, rendered speechless, before emitting any kind of vocalisation.

“Excuse me!” He cried, panicked. “There's really no need for all that. You're truly generous for offering, but I'm fine. I can handle myself, thank you! So if you could just please, put me down... No, really, there's no need. Just... put me down. Right here. Please. Put me. Down. If you can't—someone please help! I'm being manhandled!”

Voice pitched at full volume, Celedrin attempted to wiggle free of the kirin's grasp.


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