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In his annoyance, Jericho hadn't really paid much attention to anyone else upon his arrival. Now that he was there though, he gave a look around, spotting Riley and a few other familiar faces he had seen from the Christmas trip. Well, at least the Mindflayer was here. That gave him a little hope that this class would be somewhat tolerable.

Waving to her, he then looked over the others to get a feel of the whole group in general. He didn't recognize at least half of the students here, and knew the names of even less. With a huff, he just idly listened to some of the chatter around while fussing with his clothes. The suit didn't really... suit him, or so he felt.

As Merope answered, Gabrian let out a sigh, "A reindeer," he drawled out, "Whom is more trouble than she's worth. And won't go away," he nodded as the other explained about the pin, "Ah. Mine kept me flickering between forms. I think you might've been better off as you were, actually," he paused when the other fell silent, "I find myself trying to forget most of the trip, actually," a second pause as he extended his arm to the undead for him shake, "I don't quite recall your name, I'm sorry. The warehouse erupted into chaos while we were introducing ourselves, I believe. My name is Gabrian."

Chaos was putting it lightly; he still had nightmares in which that scout's voice threatened to sing to him, or the large, obnoxious body danced.

Turning to Yaya, "I... actually do not remember much after the explosion. I just recall the explosion and being... pretty much yanked back into Halloween, thank Jack. I wasn't sure how much more I'd be able to take."

"Is that what it was?" Barth asked Yaya, slumping in his seat.

He hadn't really had time to see whatever had sent everyone straight to the makeshift infirmary. One moment he was enjoying a hot springs, the next he was in really hot water.

"Did it fry the ninja? He was lurking around there last time."

To Holly, he said, "Yes. we were err, drafted."

It all certainly sounded exciting. "What did you all do since you were, um, drafter?" She pulled on her tail. "Who caused that explosion exactly?" The fox ghoul grumbled for a moment. She wasn't sure why she was so interested about it at all. "Oddly enough, that's were I first spawned, not here."

Alessa turned her head at the familiar voice, though she immediately wished she hadn't. Well, she supposed she couldn't be so rude as to actually ignore him, could she? Although being polite with Gabe was hardly her goal for the most part. His compliment, which she didn't believe a wit, tinged her cheeks a slight pink, but also gave her a very expressive frown with drawn eyebrows of distaste. She did not answer that, but instead his other statement, which was equally frustrating if only because in a way it was true. "There aren't a whole lot of choices for where I can sit, if you didn't notice," she said, her casual tone failing to mask all of her annoyance. Or was that embarrassment?

"Hello, Merope," she diverted. She felt a little bad she hadn't seen him before. Maybe it was because he was sitting closer to a certain someone she had been trying to pretend wasn't there. "I'm glad you made it back alright." She tried not to talk too much, though, because he was farther across the room and it was harder for any conversation to take place.

At the general question she blinked, turning a more relaxed gaze onto a ghoul she didn't know (Holly). "Uh, yes, I believe a good amount of us were. A lot of students went, though. It was...ah...rather unpleasant." She visibly shivered upon remembering the beating she had taken from a drunken tree, not to mention the yetis with their big teeth. Oddly enough, the robot had been probably the least frightening thing they had faced i her opinion.

Barth looked nervous at Jerome's recount of events.

"One punch, did he?" He was glad the group hadn't decided to do a revenge-run after the ninja had killed them the first time.

"Nice hat," he said to Christof, who seemed distracted. By- oh. Riley. More of her was showing than usual, he noted. Was it more than usual? All that purple. It was a very nice purple. A familiar purple...?

Adding onto Yaya's response to Holly he said, "Not sure what exploded, but it was in the Warehouse."

His head turned to Holly, taking in her appearance with a slightly arched brow for a moment. Hadn't that sign said that- ... oh well, maybe this would make the class a touch more interesting, now wouldn't it? "Yes. The Christmas town raid," he frowned for a moment, "Does anyone even know what we were raiding? I don't quite recall doing any actual 'raiding', unless you can count the peppermints and the... strange pets that were gathered along the way."

Turning to Yaya, he frowned again, "A Death Charm?" he paused, "That sounds most horrible. The Death Charm I own isn't quite big enough to go on a rampage. Not at all. Specially not big enough to scorch so many students," he shook his head and grimaced, "I guess the fact I don't recall much after the explosion is a good thing. I am most certain I did not end up going down that lane, or meeting a ninja or a Death charm, for which I am most grateful, actually," he looked to Holy again briefly, "I believe it was the Santa scouts. It was all very er... chaotic, actually."

When Alessa finally addressed him, the nix turned and smirked at her, actually chuckling lightly; well, didn't she look horribly awkward! "You're most welcome to sit beside me, Alessa. I'm pretty sure that seat is not taken?" a pause, and then because he really could not help himself, "That blush is most becoming, though the frown is not entirely appropriate - I was complimenting you. Not insulting you," he made motion to the classroom, "After all, we ARE in Etiquette class, is that not right?"

seats not as pictured here 8| I hate drawing furniture
It seemed by this point, that everyone had made their way to the table. They were seated no particular order, and conversing like the undignified riff-raff that most of them, currently, appeared to be. Lucky for them, she'd taken the offer to educate the children of Amityville on the finer things in life.

To the professor's apparent dismay, there were a fair number of undead. Strange, rotting creatures. At least they'd actually had the common decency to do as she requested, dressing in... mostly appropriate attire. Clearly that was something that would be in dire need of working on. Especially when she eyed the Igor, and the Lost Fathom's boils outfits.

Admittedly she'd have to give props to the igor. He'd at least worn a hat.

"Good day, students." the demoness finally lifted her head to address the lot of teens, her gaze dropping onto the sleeping boil. Giving a quick nod, Xypher appeared behind him and gave the boil a hard enough nudge that would garner most anyone's attention.

"My name is Ms.Winter. I graciously welcome you to the Culture and Finishing course. We shall be spending the next several weeks together to give you the skills you need to help you move from informal to formal situations with ease. We will also work towards improving your self image, and taking the time to appreciate the various cultures in the melting pot that is your school." she watched as some students seemed to move uneasily in their seats. A few were clearly disinterested and or unimpressed, while a few actually seemed to respond well to the idea.

Winter scanned the room, "This will not work." she waved a hand as the Pygmy fox jumped down from her lap. A pen suddenly appeared in the waving hand, and another piece of paper in front of her. Within moments Xypher appeared next to the demon, took the paper, and looked at the students.

"A new seating arrangement is in order. Xyphen will assist you with getting situated in your new place. This arrangement will be your assigned seating for the remainder of the course. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Once everyone is seated, and any questions are out of the way, we shall begin our lessons*."




((* Class lessons will officially start 24 hours from this post -give or take- Feel free to post your complaints/questions/anything else between now and then))