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He'd tried to avoid the refreshment area, not wanting to force Ash into such a high concentration of students. Maybe it was the singing, or all of that chalky candy, but he just couldn't stay away any longer. Filling his cup with urgency, he ignored the smoke, assuming it was just a neat effect...and took a hearty sip.

Ah, much better.

Much, much better, he realized, as everything was washed in a gleaming purple. His favorite color!

"Everything is purple! Just for me!" he announced, looking at Ash with pride. "Here, let me just..." After a quick, loving pat to his arm, Thackery parted from him to crawl onto the table, shifting some of the more empty plates aside. He stood tall, hands on his hips, surveying his kingdom. All was well and good and beautifully purple.

"Loyal subjects!" His voice carried as well as one might expect of a shout in a crowded party. Displeased, he cleared his voice and tried again. "I'm pleased, as your Guest of Honor, to mingle among all of you, but please. Try to carry on with business as usual. I wouldn't wanna distract from your Scarentine's festivities." That was exactly what he wanted, but one of the most important parts of being King was tricking everyone. Except Ash, of course, who got a wink and a kiss blown in his direction. He'd let him in on the game.

Half of Herryk's vision was a vibrant, vivid purple, the other half a sickly sallow shade. He cringed back when Taryn prodded him in the chest, whimpering slightly.

"Taryn should listen to Mort," the draugr said weakly, though there was a little bit of sass left in his tone.

"Mort should help Herryk to the restroom, now," he continued, "before Herryk decides to pee right here. Herryk has to go real bad. Real bad." He looked helplessly at the smaller undead, anxiously peering between Taryn and Mort.

Hel, while waiting for her answers from Mot and Charlie, promptly got bored with waiting and decided she was thirsty…and woah, where did that line from the punch bowl come from, anyways? Oh well. The valkyrie got herself a cup, raising a brow as her fellow students around her seemed to be…off…more so than usual…oh well!

The ghoul downed her cup, feeling satisfied…and then blinked.

Woah…everything was…slightly pink now…like it was…glowing with love, and everything glowed with so much love that it was sparkling as well. Was this…desu vision? Did Lizzy see like this all the time?

Hel’s chest seemed to swell with that powerful emotion called love, and not only that, but she felt like a goddess incarnate in this dress. The reaper smoothed her hands over the ruffles of her dress, smiling widely before her head snapped up at catching sight of someone. Herryk.

Oh Herryk! Where as before she was ready to rip his head off, now she just wanted to…dote and gush on her future brother-in-law! But first…she needed to make sure that if he liked it then he put a ring on it. The valkyrie practically waltzed over to the draugr, and took one of his hands in hers, totally interrupting any other conversation he had going on at the moment. “Dearest Herryk!” The small valkyrie cooed. “Have you befitted my dearest sister with a token of your love?”

It was probably for the best that Mort had pulled her away, though, because the ghoul could easily have been destroyed by the draugr. In fact, most things could. The bathroom was potentially in a lot of danger. Taryn wheeled around, though, and began to yell at Mort.

"What are you doing?! Running away?! He's being a jerk, you need to-- AUGH!" The chimera took one last swig of her punch, finishing it off, and from the dark red, blue and purple filtered in. Herryk had escaped, but it didn't matter. Taryn just kind of melted onto Mort.

"...m'sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. You're a good guy. I'd let you dance with me... we should dance." She smiled a bit lazily and sighed.

"Never again," Malodore soothed, its heart squeezing painfully for a moment at the distress emanating from her. It descended upon her, enveloping her in its robes and spindly arms. "If that is the wish of your heart, I will... I shall have it redecorated! With a slab over there, a bed over here, I suppose the toilets are taken care of already, and you'll need your freezer, and where is Christof he can carry all these things down right. now." The plague doctor turned its head, interior decorating inside its mind. "And everything will be pink and purple just like how everything is right now don't you think it will be bellissimo?"

"Oh. There he is. Christof! Be a good Igor and bring me the freezer and the bed and all the things, really, grazie," Malodore said airily before it bent down and kissed Riley as soundly as it could when neither of them had lips.

As a bro, of course he was going to help Herryk to the bathroom (come to think of it, he kinda needed to go himself), but the second Taryn all but fell onto him, well, the matter was settled. "Mrrr. You're a big guy, eh Herryk?" Mort said with that chill smile, patting the draugr's forearm with some dead red roses he still held - the other was currently making sure Taryn didn't fall over by keeping her close to his side. "Can you do a bro a favor and let him have a dance this time? Still owe you and Freya and Hell a reunion anyway; after the party I'll text you guys?"

"What?! What's wrong? WHAAAAAT?" Jericho whined while looking around frantically. It didn't take long for him to realize that just about everyone was acting very strangely.

"What. What's going on? ARE WE ALL GOING TO DIE?!"