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Christof could feel hairs stand up on the back of his neck, glancing over his hunch to where the two dancers were watching him. His expression contorted and he quickly limped around the nearly full trashcan to heft out the plastic bag and dispose of it.

They weren't watching him, he insisted to himself, they were probably considering the sweet cakes on the table behind him.

In his hurry to Get It Done, there was suddenly the sound of ripping plastic, and used plates and forks and wads of napkins and half eaten sweets scattered across the floor. The Igor gave an exasperated yelp, glancing around frantically to make sure none of the Student Council saw before frantically trying to pick it all up again.

Sura wrapped one large arm around Chaya in turn, appreciating the attempt on the ghost's part more than the variance of success it had, just as she had suspected.

The boil that Chaya dragged over had met Sura in a very different setting once before, though her inclination to change from a quadrupedal from to the one she was in currently had been severely lax. "Boil from the lake." she said slowly with some recognition, "Friend of my Chaya?" she asked, looking from Jory to Chaya then back to Jory.

At some point, Amrita had disappeared from the party entirely.

When she returned, it was with a worn looking box held with both arms. She dropped it unceremoniously on the floor near the pillow pile, and started to drag some pillows over to create a circle around it. Once she was ready she started she pulled a jar of bones from the box, along with a pair of what looked like frozen - but thawing - dice.

"Alright, Who wants to play a game?" The patchwork called into the crowd, trying to yell over the music. "It's an old Conquest game with a chance to win small - innocent - favours from your classmates! If you're interested, come take a seat~" She them gestured to the pile of pillows she had made.

Amrita then lead by example, taking a seat on one of the gathered pillows and grabbing a few bones from the large jar. To anyone who showed up, she would explain the rules and hand over some small bones to signify the dragons, or in this case the small favours they would represent.



"-I bet crowns for the first round." Amrita started them off, setting done one bone chip in the middle of the circle, and waited for those who sat around her to do the same.

If Llyr's casual outfit was out of place, Merope's sat on the other end of the awkward bench. The boil had made a passing attempt to look nice, and by that it simply meant "throw on some sort of an old pirate-y coat that didn't have too many holes in it but was still waterlogged enough to drip all over the place while trying not to look too nervous about it."

Merope turned his head ever so slightly towards Llyr, jumping back at the sudden appearance of the water spirit. His talons slipped in the puddle of water he created, turning him into a flail of limbs and fins as he fell back onto the dance floor and rolled around pathetically for a bit, yelping first in surprise then panic as his coat began to disintegrate.

"Graaah! Why didn't you say something?!" Merope half-whined, half-demanded towards the bishonen of the lake.

Food suddenly didn't matter because it was New Year's and Efflo was intent on kissing his boilfriend.

At some point, Piper did yank her party date with her to the tree because damn it, if one good thing was going to come out of this night, it was that she got her wish granted okay. (And not at all because Jay might accidentally fall asleep again.) It was also a great distraction from the kissing couples that were either occurring or about to en masse.

Dear Wishing Tree:
I wish...to be super rich!!
From: Piper

When people failed you, seeds picked up the slack.

The little mischievous giggles had made him worried for a moment for San has no idea what Tavi is planning. He still has no idea ever since they first met before and so the demon simply went along with whatever idea he has in mind or else Tavi will surely hurt himself or someone else around them. Apparently of what to do for the party is just having fun like any other party which is easy to understand; except for some traditions which he has no idea about. "All right . . ." That's all he said as he stared at one direction in seeing a tree of sorts where the other creeple are. His hand was taken, or attempted to be taken. But he let his hand be taken as they walked towards to the Wishing Tree.