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 Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 6:53 pm
Hellene choked and began coughing, spraying hot scream tea all over Chase. She gasped and pushed herself up from the table before turning to glare at Glen.
"GLEN. GLEN. GLEN."
She fumed. Next to her Chase reared and tried to wring the tea out of his bandanna. Little wisps of tea steamed off of her fingers as she composed herself. One does not grow up with a diplomat for a mother without learning a thing or two, especially not if it will get one another pair of shoes.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she opened them she leveled her stare at Glen.
"Glen, darling, you know that it's a creepover for teenaged ghouls right, I mean that can't have escaped your notice and surely you know that all of us are aged a respective 15 years and higher as the case may be according to our cultural and temporal and genetic predispositions..."
"Yes, but Dorothy is..."
"Simply too young for this kind of gathering, surely you know this, and you know that we'll be painting our talons and claws and nails and whatever else we might have to paint and simply none of us will have a free hand, tentacle or pincer left to babysit your pet..."
"She's no trouble-"
"AND I will add that she was not invited, I know this because I went over the checklist with Draconia not minutes ago and that means that you have invited Dorothy to someone else's party a party which you are not throwing and are in fact not even coming to and are in fact forbidden from attending..."
"But the nightg~"
"We don't even have a bed for her and all the room that we could possibly find at the Looking Glass has already been accounted for and will be occupied by a ghoul who will show up with an invitation in hand..."
"She's small th~"
"Not a single corner left unoccupied I'm afraid, why even Luna will be sitting on the tops of the shelves and goodness knows I will be nesting there because I cannot stand sleeping on the ground like some kind of flightless penguin no offense meant to Robecca but you see that was a special case involving a rocket pack. There won't even be an eave upon which your monkey can rest and so I'm afraid that you're just going to have to make other arrangements."
She paused and looked meaningfully at him as he scrunched his face up to try and follow everything she'd said. When Hellene began firing at you it was hard to keep up.
"But Aunty Glinda thinks..."
"Oh dear I'm terribly sorry that your Aunty has misunderstood the nature of the creepover, surely you can explain it to her when you get home tonight so that she'll know other arrangements need to made for Dorothy."
"But~"
"Yes I accept your apology for this unintended trespass but I do hope we can still remain friends as you go off to your boos night in this weekend at Kai's house and do not attempt to come near the Looking Glass because you are of course a gentlemonster who would never try to overrule the rules of an All Ghouls Creepover."
"So Dorothy can't go to the creepover?"
"Dorothy cannot come to the creepover."
"Do you think Cleo would mind taking care of her? Dorothy loves playing with Nefera."
Hellene sat back down, "I think that is an excellent idea, why don't you sent her a hext message."
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 7:47 pm
Glen blinked...
He turned his head slightly to stare off...
He frowned...
He tilted his head to the side...
He righted his head...
His eyes opened wide...
He nodded.
"Yeah!"
He then shook his head and frowned at Chase.
"What were we talking about again?"
"You were telling the ghouls and Dash how you lucked out in the Dead languages exam."
"Oh yeah...."
And Glen turned back to Dashner, Hellene and Draconia, 'continuing' to explain his recent exam score. Behind him, Chase gave Hellene a knowing look.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 9:15 am
Jewels looked at the picture Doriana had sketched and clapped her hands together.
"Oh ghoul... " She sighed. "It's bootiful! So vintage glam, so red carpet.. You're making this?"
She had no idea who under the earth Ronan was, nor did she particularly care right now, too busy gushing over the pretty sparkly dress Doriana had designed.
"You are going to look so goregous!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 1:47 pm
She took another long stare at the sketch. "No, I've already made the dress... Goodness, if I hasn't made it yet, I'd never finish before the dance!"
She pushed her glasses higher on her nose. She hated wearing them, but they helped her see better when she was designing. "Thank you, I'm sure your dress will look great too!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 1:53 pm
Dashner listened to Glen, nodding when appropriate. "Yeeesh, that's unfortunate, bro. But I mean, we all make mistakes, right Hellene?""Hmph."He ignored her, and decided to change the subject. "So... I don't think I can bring a snack to the creepover, bro. Unless you all like fried worms. Mmmm."..."My sister can make some sick booberry muffins, want me to bring some of those?" He forced a cough.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 2:19 pm
Hellene winked at Chase and broke off a piece of her Krypt-Kat bar for him. The creepover was safe. No boos, no ornery werecats, no overly excitable pets...
She ticked off in her head anything else that needed to get done." Draconia, do you think I should bring spanakryptita or boo-rabiedes? I can't decide if I should bring a dessert or something savory, but we don't need plates to eat either although I guess if I bring the spanakryptita is will need to be heated somewhere, the hot plate is still set up isn't it?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 6:00 pm
Rory was running late to lunch. After Physical Deaducation, which Rory had been pleased to discover he shared with Dashner, he'd doubled back to the Vampitorium to talk to Mr. Where.
"So, would it be all right if I joined Murk Trial club, even though I'm starting late?" Rory asked the bandage-clad teacher as he busied himself writing notes for the Drama Club. "I'm really very interested in monster law, and Murk Trial also seems to be a bit, uh, less full-contact than most of the hacktivities at this school."
"I can see why you'd think that." Mr. Where replied, checking off some details on his clipboard with a flourish. "The television today, with shows like Lurk & Hoarder, they don't really give monster children the REAL story about how trials work. In Murk Trial, I ensure that the full pageantry of the law is respected."
"Er...pageantry?" Rory queried. Mr. Where set down his clipboard and suddenly Rory found himself with a finger thrust into his face.
"OBJECTION!" Mr. Where shouted at the top of his thespianic lungs. "The prosecution objects to this line of questioning!" Rory nearly jumped out of his shoes. Mr. Where turned around to his desk and banged his fists on it. "TAKE THAT! The defense has some shocking new evidence that will turn this case around!"
"Er...." Rory looked around. No one else was in the Vampitorium.
"This is how our Murk Trials go, Mr. Bludworth. You have to have passion and an unshakeable resolve. You must be willing to plead your case with the fury of a thousand suns! Can you do that, Mr. Bludworth?"
"Uh...I think so?" Rory responded, rubbing the back of his head.
"I SAID, CAN YOU DO THAT, MR. BLUDWORTH?!" Mr. Where slammed his hands on the desk again. Rory jumped and stifled a yelp.
"Yes sir, I can, Mr. Where, sir!"
"Very well, then. Murk Trial club meets on Thursdays. Talk to Venus McFlytrap for information on the latest case." And with that, Mr. Where vanished, leaving Rory all alone in the Vampitorium.
"Gee, Murk Trial Club is going to be more intense than I thought it was going to be..." Rory ruminated to himself as he headed off to lunch.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 6:26 pm
Marceline picked apart her meatloaf with her fork, simmering over her conversation with Maman the night before.Quote: "Now, Marceline..." Maman drawled over the phone. "Just how d'ya 'xpect me to help you find a frock for this dance when I'm hea' and you're there? Just can't be helped, my love! Why don't you go shoppin' with those ghoulfriends y'been tellin' me all about? They'd be more help than I! But send me pictures on y'iCoffin. And, tell me more about this date a'yours..." "It's just'a date to th'dance, Maman, not the end'a the world." Marceline grumbled defensively as she pressed dresses from her closet against her bony frame. Maman chuckled through the phone line. "Put down y'guns, ghoul... He could be y'date for one night or for the rest of y'unlife, I don't care as long as y'bein' smart about him and not wastin' time y'should be usin' studyin'! Just remember y'priorites, is all." "I know, Maman." She threw another reject dress on the pile. For what little she had, there was nothing that was suitable for this dance...
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 7:30 pm
Doriana took off her glasses cheerfully, setting them on the table. "Good afternoon, Marceline. No, I don't mind at all! Feel free to join us."
She patted the seat beside her. She began flipping through her notebook, and saw so many old designs of hers.
"It's sad that so many of these never made it into real clothing."
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 7:39 pm
Marceline peered over Doriana's shoulder at all the gore-geous designs Doriana had hidden from the world. Some were minimalist, hugging the curves of a posturing ghoul; others were elaborate, ostentatious designs that belonged nowhere but on a catwalk. She spied a glint of something golden and stopped Doriana's hand.
"I-- I'm sorry," Suddenly feeling awkward, Marceline withdrew her hand. "I just wanted t'get a closer look a'that one."
Marceline found herself falling in love with the design. It was flirty, feminine, so very vein-tage... it'd be perfect for the dance!
"Now that's a dress I could wear to Tombcoming! I'd hate to impose, though..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 7:48 pm
Doriana pushed her glasses higher on her nose, taking a closer look at the design. She looked at the picture, back to Marceline, and then back to the picture..
"You'd be perfect! ... But I don't think I've ever actually made that dress..."
Oh no! And she'd never have time to make it before Tombcoming! She hated to disappoint her friend... Until an idea came to her mind!
"Okay, I can't do it by myself... But what if we all pitched in at the creepover to get it together! I'll bring the fabric and everything! I believe Hellene is into fashion as well? She can be my right hand ghoul! If we all get to it, I'm sure we will be able to get it all done and have enough creepover time to spare."
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 7:52 pm
"Oh!" Marceline squeaked. "You'd do that for me, Doriana? Jeepers! I'mean thank you! You're the best!"
She impulsively threw her arms around Doriana's shoulders in a big, yet brief hug; she was so relieved to not have to go shopping! Then again, there were the shoes, and the accessories... there was no way Marceline was leaving without a hat, and her usual one wouldn't cut it. Her stomach knotted up again; not quite out of the tomb there, ghoul...
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:00 pm
Doriana patted her back, giving her a brief hug back. She looked at the shoes and all the accessories she had drawn on the figure.
"Tell you what... I'll bring a big box of shoes and accessories for you and any other interested ghouls to try on and see what you think. Does that sound okay?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 2:45 am
Jewels grinned again. "Cant' wait to see you in it. You're gonna be so bootiful." She giggled excitedly.
"Oh yes, my mother loved fashion and glitz even more than me! Papa says I must hav inherited her passion for sparkle. I'm wearing one of her old dresses, it's... so shiny. But i'm afraid i'm keeping everyone in the dark about it till the night. It's a surprise!"
Another nervous giggle, she still needed a date. As the event coordinator, winner of the theme challenge, she was going to attract attention and she simply couldn't have that happen and NOT have a strapping boo to sheild her from the limelight.
Her gaze drifted toward Kai's table. Silly ghoul she mused. He probably already has some uhmaazing ghoul to take.
She was snapped from her melancholy by Marceline and smiled broadly.
"Oh oh! Creepoverfashionparty!" She squeeked excitedly, clapping her hands together. "I can help! I'll raid my supplies, see if I have anything appropriate."
She stood and peered over the top of the sketchpad, adjusting her glasses as she examined the design that had caught Marceline's attention.
"Ooo that IS lovely. " She looked up at Doriana. "Ghoul, you are so talented!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 5:40 am
Doriana felt her face turning red. "T-Thank you, ghouls..." She had never called what she did 'talent,' just a hobby that takes up time.
"I'm afraid there are many better than me... But they're totally my role models."
She stood up, and took her tape measure from around her waist. "Time to measure!"
Marceline stood up and held out her boney arms. Doriana measured her arm lenth, waist, and legs. She then took out her notepad and recorded all of her measurements.
"Great! You're done."
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