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Willow paused, staring at Barth, "No no, not bloomers! Rooms. ROOMS. Like the spookie one we were in or the cold one." Her cheeks were red as she looked a bit horrified hoping he'd actually understood that time.

She looked back to Calder who was having trouble with the Oil on Bul, "It's okay Calder..." She said softly, "I just wasn't expecting any to make it up my nose." She wrinkled her nose again.

She paused and looked towards Demi when he asked a question and suddenly moved to meet them two. She waved her hand in front of his face when he seemed to freeze.

"Oh whirlpools! This isn't coming off." Calder wiped his hands on his kilt and then noticed there was oil on it too and himself. He tried to rub more of it off and then decided that maybe it would be best if he just tried to rub it out and let the skin absorb it instead. There wasn't anything else he could do, and he didn't want Bul getting sick.

When the boil noticed him, he flashed a weak smile. "Sorry. I'm trying to get it off but ...." He then wiped his hands on his kilt again and tried again. "....your skin is very well tended to by the way." Well, Calder did like nice complexions. He just hoped the boil didn't make anyone break out. It was all natural at least.

"Alright alright alright nope, that's good-" Bul had let it go a little too far and sat up on his knees now. "I appreciate it... -coughs- Calder." The smell was still pretty strong for the half beast. "And yea? I guess it is I don't do nothing special to it." he shrugged. "I don't know about everyone else but... I feel that the longer we stay in this bizarre place the stranger these tasks become. Is Red even monitoring ANY of this?"

At least she wasn't quite naked anymore, and only her underwear was showing. Problem was, if she tried to change into her spare outfit and get it dirty again, that was it... Bea decided to stay in the clothes she had now, as embarrassing as it was.

"J-just... don't stare and ONLY LOOK AT MY FACE IF YOU LOOK AT ME!" she snapped a Demi when he approached her and Willow. But as soon as he came, he ran away.

The conversation between Willow and Barth was getting more and more awkward. Bea furrowed her brows at the sloth before adding into the conversation. "Our rooms... The previous room, we were trying to survive numerous obstacles. First the lava, then the spookie suits---" she interrupted herself with thought. Perhaps the rest is best unsaid. Fresh memories of her trying to eat Bul and Willow's way out of freedom might sound too... scandalous.

Willow tilted her head, "Before the lava, spookie baking room.... We had to deal with two snowmen and a riddle, we ended up covered in glitter after we decided which door to go out of." She tried to shake out the bits that clung, "It's going to take forever to get all of this out."

She dug out a brush trying to get some of the glitter from her fur. "No one said you were staring at anything Demi..." Her ears flicked back, "I think you ended up ratting your self out."

She looked back at Barth. "Your rooms sound a little.... safer...

When she heard Red's name her ears perked up, "Ohhh.... I hope not, this is embarrassing enough to lose our clothing. To actually think we're being watched by a teacher......." She shuddered.

Christof, feeling useless and worried about Amrita and out of place with everyone cuddling someone, etcetera, etcetera, had chosen this moment of lapse in "action" to take a page out of Barth's book. There was nothing to do, and having nothing to do made him anxious. And so he had settled down near a wall to take a short nap.

It wasn't until the sounds of the increasingly crowded room and shrill cries of outraged ghouls made him open his eyes. Where they being attacked? Where the boos come back for vengeance?? Almost immediately, he lurched up to his feet, fists ready just in time-

To see a lot of naked and nearly naked Parts on display.

Oh.

Er.

Hell's Bells. He wobbled, nearly fumbling into a teal-haired ghostly girl who looked a bit water sodden, who's under garments were quite clearly displayed through her thin little white dress.

Fists still raised in shock, he didn't realize he was staring.

Damien thought Bul would be grateful for the offer, the oil was indeed a pretty strong scented item, it almost made his own nose itch from it. But he was aware that this wasn't the posture the normally aloof boil had. "Uh Bul, what are ya trying to do?" he asked a little nervously, backing up slowly with each step.

There really was no chance at fighting the boil and winning, much less in the buff and him in a sk-kilt. Until the Hound got wise and wheeled himself around and began to charge off in a full sprint around the circular room.

on feet that had been covered in a certain boil's oil.