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Mitsu had stood quietly by watching the other students interact. She would have elaborated more on how she liked to be outside but there wasn't much to say. Being at this school had been the first opportunity she had to be out and about and make decisions on her own. Normally such things were made for her, whether she wanted it to be that way or not.

Ears twitching at the sound of barking, the lupine tilted her head as Damien walked off to look at his phone. That was a curious noise for a phone to make. She watched as the hellhound and patchwork communicated shortly, apparently about a urgent matter if her ears had caught that right. Though...what was that look the patchwork had given them? It made her shrink back a little, ears falling back, as she took a step behind Shun.

And it wasn't long after that other students began to appear and the poor patchwork was left to deal with them on his own while the hound left. The girl from the gym had reappeared which Mitsu gave a slight nod in her direction, but the girl's real focus had been on the rather large individual that had walked up to the booth. If her mask hadn't been on her face it would have been possible to see how large her eyes had gotten. At least it didn't seem like they were going to stick around long.

"S-Shun," Mitsu started tugging on his sleeve lightly to get his attention since her voice was rather meek with nerves at the moment. "D-Do you think....." But she was quickly distracted as the hellhound had returned. Her ears had perked for a moment before all but wilting at the side of her head. "A...are those brains?" Huff Puff why did they need brains?

When a girl with rather large arms showed up, Shun glanced to the side and remained silent. He didn't really look at the board Christof held up, but he could assume that Owl wasn't quite reading things correctly. The reaper made no attempts to rectify things as most likely he'd end up making things worse. But, it didn't matter too much because she soon went wandering on off.

Then suddenly the hellhound came charging right back... being chased by a horde of cats. Do the cats of this part of Halloween always like to chase things around?

At Mitsu's question, he glanced at the things Demi held and nodded slowly.

"Looks like it," he said while staring at the various sizes of brains. It was really hard to say what they were needed for, "I wouldn't worry about it."

What an interesting little gaggle of creatures they had over here.

Riyo had arrived at what what she assumed would be her future school minutes prior, figuring she should take a look at the place before making a final decision... Not that she really knew what she was looking for.

Already she appeared stiff and apprehensive at the presence of new and... Somewhat strange looking people, the noise of the room like hot pokers at her brain.

Speaking of brains... The feline's nose wrinkled at the very sight of such a thing, shooting the hellhound a 'really?' sort of look before glancing back down and approaching the booth. While inside the half-dead cute loving part of her squealed at the sight of the cannon cats, her exterior stayed cold and displeased.

Fitness.

Fitness?

... It occurred to her in that moment that... She really didn't exercise much. Not that she had the time. Or that anybody could notice with the ridiculous layers of clothing she wore on a daily basis. Seriously. Heavy trench coat, long-sleeved shirt underneath, pants, gutter-stomping boots, and a top hat like the cherry on an overdecorated sundae. "Is there specific required attire during the fitness club?" Her voice was mature and clear as she asked her... Strange question. It may have seemed stupid to everyone else, but it was a very important question in her mind.

Riyo is signing up for the Fitness raffle!

The hellhound certainly looked a bit.. frazzled if not scratched up. Shun didn't really want to know where the army of cannon cats had come from. At the mention of the brains being food, he had to raise an eyebrow, however. The fact alone was not what got him, it was that there were so many. Did they have a big hungry zombie to be feeding or something?

With Damien back to man the booth alongside Christof, the reaper stared for the moment and shrugged.

"I guess," he murmured. The only one that had come up with questions was Owl and that... didn't really go so smoothly.

Seeing someone else approach out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced to the side to see a feline girl make her way up to the booth. She looked a little tense, in somewhat of a similar way that Mitsu was nervous. In any case, he stepped to the side to let her have some more space.

The question she asked also seemed a little... odd to him, but he supposed some people just didn't like uniforms or anything of that sort. Personally, he didn't care much for them either.

Though, he did recall one thing from earlier.. that he was curious of.

"What are the rules regarding the boxing ring?" he asked quietly.

As Demi took over question-answering (Thank Fear Alive!) Christof slowly became aware of the increased... feline... presence in the booth. They hadn't wandered back to Mistress's dorm yet, just circling like pigeons closing in on bread crumbs before swarming the old man holding the brown paper bag.

That... would not be good. A sugar-crashed, slightly manic and enraged Mindflayer returning to her booth overrun by CANNON CATS? It would not be good. Gingerly setting the brains aside to defrost, he quickly dove into another box, pulling out an armful of Face ball-Bats and Tetanus-Rackets and Coughball-clubs, rushing his way over to the armful of students and visitors with a determined expression.

It was time for another game. They needed to get rid of the excess cats immediately, before Mistress returned.

After handing off a "weapon" to each person standing by, he pointed to the cats urgently before scribbling directions on his chalk board:

GAME:
Wack a Cannon Cat
Please get rid of these
before Mistress comes back?

The jackin' cat dodged, Roch thought, and the noises they made were giving him a headache. "Oye! Hold still you little jacker so I can pop you!" he snapped, really getting into it. He lifted his baseball bat again, aiming at the nearest cat.

He took a second to admire how far the cat flew from the hit, resting his baseball bat on his shoulder. "Wow, those jackers really fly, don't they? Man, had this sort of thing happened during the search game I wouldn't have skipped out so fast!" he said before lining up his next hit with an evil grin. "Batter up!"