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( lol late entry -kicks Icky- )

He hadn't been able to finish his conversation with Bul and Seiji in the lecture hall thanks to a bunch of gnomes deciding they had all been loitering far too long but it didn't bother the boggart terribly much. Bul would be on his boat and he could meet up with the Hungry Ghost some other time thanks to his association with the other monster. So, upon returning to his dorm he did what any other student would have done -- gone the hell back to sleep.

After far too many hours of sleep and a certain naughty dream about a particular ghoul, he finally got up and decided to root through all of the crap on his floor which was eagerly pooling out of his closet as well as anywhere else. He hadn't looked at the rules, too tired and irritable to notice where they were and he certainly missed Secretary Arel's lecture due to oversleeping, but luck seemed to be on the boggart's side as he swatted away the dozens of slimy snails that wanted to hitch a ride in his bag and all over him and his well of alcohol was dry -- probably for a long, long time. So, stored within his meager rucksack strapped over one shoulder like the cool kids with their back packs, Icky only had a few choice items and none of them were an extra pair of clothes.

Pff, you think he has another casual outfit? Come on, he got his Scarentine suit out of the dumpster.

Upon getting to the docks, his long and pointed ears drooped slightly at the sheer number and size of some boats and then the dinkiness of others. They were all clearly labeled with their boat name, number and reigning professor so when Icky rounded a corner and came upon #7 The Risk Factor his teeth clenched in displeasure.

Why was the boat smiling at him?

"Wipe tha' stupid grin off yer face," he chided the boat, giving it an all too unimpressed look before climbing aboard. It seemed like most of the students had already arrived but he was having difficulty spotting Bul. However, it didn't take him long to seek out the legless ghoul and his brows piqued curiously. Tess was in the middle of a conversation, however, and he decided not to bother yet. He did, however, take notice of a certain dark skinned and tattooed ghoul whom, as Seiji had described, wasn't wearing much clothing at all and she certainly wasn't an eyesore. Regardless, for now he would leave socializing and meeting new people to everyone else. If Tess glanced his way, though, he offered an extremely lazy wave without eye contact and meandered toward the sleeping area to claim his hammock before anyone else.

The corner or Tybalt's lip tugged a little into a smile when Tess responded. Still feeling a little bad for having forgotten her in the first place. "Just vice-captain." He corrected. "Chuppi's the only captain. I'm more like a second in command. Co-captain's would have equal say." He finished, eying the teacher, Dr. Hyde, as he made his first appearance on deck and handed out, what looked to be some sort of purple beverage to each of them.

"I really don't need--" He started to protest, but took it gingerly when the man added that they could possibly die. "What's the worst that could happen? I die again?" He snorted. He didn't like consuming things he didn't need. Especially when they were as suspicious as this. Though he downed the drink regardless; simply out of fear of getting in trouble. Regretting his choice the moment he had.

...It was awful!

Almost instantly, his ears folded flat against his skull, as his face twisted into a vicious snarl. "Aww gross!" The black dog spat; hastily rubbing at his mouth in an attempt to be rid of the taste. A futile effort. Whatever this was, it was like medicine. You'd taste it for hours.

"Ughh... Huh? I'm already done." He replied; still rubbing at his mouth, when Tess mentioned they should give the game a try. "Can't you see it?" He asked; motioning his hand in front of him, though there was clearly nothing to see. "It's an invisible dog." He added with a wry grin.

"Christof, look." Cheerfully the djinn held her little creation up so the patchwork could see, smiling serenely. Of all those gathered, she had to assume the igor would most appreciate her work, if one could call it that. She had, in effect, made something terribly simple, but it had come out cute. At least she hadn't tried to pass nothingness off as an invis- She almost snorted in amusement at the ghost dog. "That is brilliant, Ty."

Brilliant and.. purple.. Things were turning a distinct shade of purple. "Oh." She dropped her minipet creation as the world around her seemed dead set on suddenly taking a lazier pace, reaching around to gain a death grip on the table behind her. What the Jack? Had it been the cruel-aid? Had to of been, but that would mean..

She turned wide eyes onto those around her, watching for any sign that they two were seeing things in a new, slower shade. Likely swaying in place as her knees took on a peculiar fuzzy feeling. "Is anyone else feeling.." she trailed of as she thought of an adequate word, then giggled giddily. "Purple?" Yes, that seemed the appropriate adjective for the situation. Purple and slow, or lazy. Purple ... haze! She djinn burst out in another fit of laughter and dropped like a stone as gravity got the upper hand on her. Rolling on her back on the deck with hands pressed to her abdomen.

Of course she couldn't keep such a hilarious observation to herself, and after schooling her giggles, mostly, she managed to get out a very bubbly. "Hey guys, Purple Haze." Then promptly succumbed to more laughter.

Distracted by looking over the crafted minipets, the resident Trick or Treater casually downed the purple drink Hyde was forcing on everyone and promptly made a face of disgust, fur standing on end. What WAS this stuff? It was like vodkaaaaaah! but it wasn't doing anything to get him drunker than he was when he'd boarded the boat (thank goodness he snuck his bag past the gnome inspectors!).

Those who had actually tried to make something - or at least passed off an empty space as their handiwork - got a silver pumpkinseed for their efforts.

(( DAY 0 GAME IS OVER --

1. Bilious – Patchwork Scareon
2. Huni Pi – Mytrax
3. Beejoux – Teru Bozu
4. OnionGrump – Invisible Dog

You each win one SILVER PUMPKINSEED for your......... contributions twisted ))

Christof wobbled, brows knitting under his floppy sun hat as Tess looked at his carefully crafted device with a look of revulsion- but... but WHY? She had no legs! She had NO LEGS! She was missing half of her! Did she not notice? How could she not notice? Alright, so he wasn't quite as good as Master Barth at engineering things but it wasn't SO bad, and he had very limited resources to work with but...

In the corners of his consciousness he was dimly aware the world had taken on a rather lavender edge to it, but he attributed that to too much sun. Maybe he hadn't had enough to drink, he wasn't sure what the proper amount was, he never drank anything, really, except now and then and it wasn't like he could taste any of it anyway and HOW COULD SHE REJECT A SET OF LEGS?

Johan's scoffing went ignored as the patchwork's face went practically purple in patches, caterpillar-like mouth twitching at the corners before dipping into a frown. His solution had been so... so AWESOME! He lurched forward, still gripping the device tightly and the deck seemed to heave beneath him in slow motion. After a stumble he caught himself, mind sluggishly gripping on the important task at hand- she just needed assistance with installation, obviously.

With a desperate whine, the hunchback tackled the vampiric ghoul, knocking her out of the air in mid flap to trap her on the deck, ready to wrestle the device onto her with force.

His Mistress said No Hitting, but this was not hitting, this was HELPING and there was never anything wrong with helping, helping is what he did.

One would think with the way time was slowing after Tess drank that cruel-aid, she would have been able to react accordingly to her situation. She would have remarked on Tybalt's witty solution to the Trick or Treater's challenge. She would have given Johan a look of gratitude for trying to dissuade Christof from giving her that... that... Tess didn't even have the words. She would have off-handedly commented to Hadyya that she would have preferred Red over purple and then ask if Professor Red and Professor Blue had a scareling would they name it Purple? She would have blinked and stared at Sammy and possibly not remember exactly why she was so apprehensive around the zombie ghoul.

So many would haves but she failed to manage a single one because the next thing she knew she was flat on her wings, trapped on the deck.

Poor Tess, she didn't even have enough time to enjoy the incredile feeling of pure AWESOME induced by the cruel-aid before adrenaline and panic took over. (Oddly enough, the purple haze of her sights persisted.) Disoriented by the beverage and the fact she was no longer in the air and that there was a large boil (who was not related to her!) trying to do something to her, Maritess promptly flipped her s**t and shrieked. Arm-flailing and desperate wing-flapping also happened.

It took some time before her brain remembered she could talk so the mindless shrieking was replaced by a torrent of words. "OFFOFFOFF!!GETOFFME!!WHATISJACKINGWRONGWITHYOU??OFFMENOW!!!IWILLEATYOURFUTUREUNBORNSCARELINGSIFYOUDON'TGETOFFME!!!!!" It was unlikely anyone understood her.

Why was everything purple? Johan blinked, but the encroaching hue persisted, accompanied by their surroundings seeming to slow down drastically. What in Jack's name was in that cruel-aid? Johan flung the rest of his cup overboard, noting with fascination that it lazily floated through the air on its trajectory once it left his hand.

Purple Haze aside, Christof's behavior was unacceptable. There was never a good reason to treat ghouls this way. Leaning down, he traced a rune onto the deck, and then walked over to trace the same rune onto Christof's back. No mean task, considering how much he was flailing about. The two runes flashed upon completion. Hopefully, if he'd been able to draw them correctly, the two runes would pull towards one another like magnets, separating Christof from Maritess.

(( 1-3: Runes don't work.
4-6: Runes do work.))

((I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LATENESS YOU GUYS I AM SO SORRY =[ CAN WE PRETEND BUL HAD JUST SET UP HIS BUNK AND STUFF? HES PRETTY SIMPLE AND MODEST 8C ))

"The Risk Factor? You have got to be joking," Bul grumbled to himself as he wandered his way up on deck. He had slept in of course, a typical habit of his, and made sure to bunk near Icky regardless of the boggart's smell. (He was quite used to living in his own unpleasant smell but that was generated more from sheer laziness and an unwillingness to clean.) There wasn't exactly a beaming blast of sunlight to warm his skin. Still, it was much better than having to dangle along the ship's edge in chilly cold water.

It was then he noticed Icky and perked up, trudging over to his buddy. "Dude what's going on, what is all this?" he asked rather arbitrarily before looking to their captain. He had never met this instructor before nor this Trick or Treater but the idea of dicking around with a strange concoction was a great way to start the day off.

His gaze shifted at the others, noting water girl and Christof for the first time that trip. As far as he was concerned their antics were really not interesting to him but he needed to concern himself with everyone on that ship before they'd get there.

After all, he did realize it wasn't going to be some one day thing. His endurance in sports may come in handy on this particular voyage.

"Aight, let's see... didn't take any.. minipet classes I am not gonna know what any of this s**t is but..." he paused and began to sort through the ingredients, sniffing and touching whatever could be touched before making his choices. "Alright some Hazmutt Breath, Wisp Fire, Dubbit Shadows, and Masher Eyes..." Before he would make his final decision, Bul looked over the list of ingredients just one more time then shrugged, content with his Bloaty Harry. "Try that I suppose."