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Just as another student had regained consciousness, a gnome came in and began accosting all the injured. She tried to nudge him in Minnie's direction, sure that the girl had eaten them or something but he didn't seem to notice. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing," she asked Derleth, hoping to verify the stability of her mind, or the lack thereof.

Even ghosts could feel pain... who knew.

Alwine woke up curled in a little ball, shaking. She had only seen a glimpse of the ninja, but she remembered the brutality. Blood and limbs were everywhere, left by those who could bleed. If only she could've healed!!

"What do I do now..."

A part of Alwine just wanted to give up. There was no way she could take on that ninja again, and if she took the other paths... she would certainly pass successful students on their way back. Ones who hadn't been stupid. Ones who had succeeded.

"Stupid, stupid Alwine... always messing up... I've failed the Professor and the Krumm Car..."

And yet, in one of her outstretched hands lay five peppermint points. With a sigh she closed her fingers over them and reached for the pouch with the rest of them. One of the pumpkin pills rolled out onto the cot, its happy jack-o-lantern face looking up at the headless haunt.

"Barth... he's going to get himself killed again, I know it.." Alwine picked up the pill and looked at it. "Rain, Colette, Mandy, everyone from the Krumm Car..."

So, with a dejected sigh she undid the lace over her neck and jammed the pumpkin pill into it before headed out towards the Krumm Path.

Sharra awoke to the insistent buzzing of his skelliphone, an annoyingly cheerful bzzzztz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzztz that he could no longer ignore, mostly because it was ducked into one of his pockets, and he'd managed to roll onto it. Also, in other news today...ouch. "Great..." He muttered, awakening with a rather unnecessarily loud groan at the discovery of his injuries. Hot damn. Weren't they supposed to have s**t to take care of these things? With a shake of his throbbing head, he then tried to recall exactly why he'd even bothered to wake up.

Oh yeah. There were idiots making a lot of noise. In and out, it seemed like everyone had someplace to go. "What's this, a war zone....? Lovely school trips we have in these parts..." Running a hand through mussed hair, he sat up, grimacing at the sudden shift of gravity within his head. "I haven't heard of another school that's managed to crash th'damn train like this..." Bloody reindeer, was everything in this cold-as-the-ninth-layer-of-hell place hostile? Well that would figure. It wasn't like they were invading, Jackdammit. Well...not really.

Glancing down at his skelliphone, he brought it up to thumb through his text alerts. Oh, well then, there was one from his aunt, some random number, the fear-text of the day...oh! A grin spread across handsome features as he noted a message from one lovely Hadiya. It seemed she was worried, and honestly, though he was sorry for causing the pretty ghoul to fret, he had to admit there was more than enough reason to be concerned. Though the demon had been patched up, his body still seemed to be trying to throttle him back to a probe position, an instinct that he was quite blithely ignoring. Squinting up at the lights for a moment as he thought, he then launched off a reply to the ebon-haired demoness. 'Sorry. I'm mostly all right, nothing to worry about, at least, I'm just a tad worse for wear due to the train crash. Resting up.'

Hopefully everyone else was having a grand ol' time, but judging by the looks of the Infirmary, that was so very, painfully far from the case. Shifting his uninjured leg over the side of the cot, he took stock of the comings and goings...that and which of his classmates were still bleeding everywhere. Oh yes, this was just oodles and doodles of fun. "So what's happenin', guys?"

Oh how he hated feeling like he'd missed something.

"Whoah! Not a hat! Not a hat!" The light in the skull's eye sockets suddenly flared back. The voice was coming from somewhere inside of it now, instead of the broken body. But it was too late - he probably should have said something or introduced himself while the demon girl had held him in her hands.

The dracolich's headless body sat its torso up. Aymet had had some practice coordinating himself when he wasn't all there. This was just the first time he'd had to do it from someone else's head. "At least ask a guy his name before you wear his skull like a-"

He paused to see several people appear out of thin air, yell complete gibberish, and rush out of sight just as quickly. He also felt something kick him in the kneecap. What he wouldn't give to be able to turn his head. What in Jack's name was all this about?

"Hey. Dude with the talking hat. Downstairs neighbor. Yeah, you." Aymet started cajoling the guy wearing him, but his attention span didn't last all that long. Once the action had passed, he got bored. Really bored. Almost as soon as he stopped with the skull-wearer he got started trying to get the attention of everyone else in the immediate area. "Pink hair ghoul? Color changing dog guy? Secret handshake hair? Green and spiky? All you guys with names I don't know? HEY!"

When Jamais woke up she didn't wait for the pain to hit. She swallowed a pumpkin pill, her last. She sighed with a frown picking up her stuff giving a sigh she was unsure where they ended up.

Her ears flicked forward as she saw gnomes running around and she wrinkled her nose. Right.... at the start. She sighed before walking out the door to figure out which way she'd want to go. Obviously she was WAY, way behind the others.

As if it hadn't been bad enough just laying there and collecting his thoughts in the current 'unsavory' company, it seemed as if Fate-- or just a lot of deadly Christmas Cheer Out Yonder-- had decided to flood the feeble excuse for an infirmary with a sudden influx of spontaneously manifesting students. Great. Just jackdamn great. The noise level had been bad enough as-was with his fellow invalids, but this?...

Elaphe stayed silent with a purpose throughout the whole gist of it, draped on his cot and inwardly cursing every stupid voice piping up to make his head pound, and every stupid throbbing muscle in him, and every stupid snowflake on the ground that made him feel colder and stiffer and infinitely more miserable. It was probably the one time he was thankful to be stuck in a human form, since his clothing at least gave him some sort of pathetic cove--

"SKREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

And of course, the second the thought crossed his mind, he felt himself possessed by a massive jolt of something like short-circuited electricity (it tingled like a lightning strike, anyway) and let out an awful, tortured-chipmunk-esque scream as his whole body seized up in one massive rigor... only to suddenly find himself feeling much smaller, suddenly OFF of his cot, and on the ground, on his back, staring up at the sky or ceiling or whatever it was in a daze.

"W-what the?..." Just when had he reverted to his natural form, again? ...And dammit, that meant he'd just lost his clothes AND THE GROUND FELT EVEN COLDER THAN BEFORE.

Moving more like a piece of animate roadkill than something alive, the little Nguruvilu still stubbornly attempted to right himself and at least haul his sorry carcass back onto the cot, but even THAT proved a massive endeavor with such suddenly tiny (... also broken) legs. If only he'd brought Nosi, or even Lapid, this whole endeavor would have been nothing!--

Jing jing jing...

... And had he just heard the sound of bells in his ear?

"Nobody head to CandyCane Lane," Hedera-Rose stated firmly, looking a little shaky on her feet. The bloodstain on her dress proved a point. "There's this really strong ninja there, and he can hurt you...without even trying..."