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Apparently TMI was a phrase that the punk reaper never heard about, or thought it meant "Tell Me Immediately" as the punk divulged more onto Damien's ears. Sometimes it was a curse to have good hearing. "Oh is that so, your hero?" he said cautiously, already second guessing the judgement of the boil.

It was hard for the hound to process what Roch wanted him to do as he stood there staring blankly at him. "You" he said pointing at the boil like he was able to sprout an extra head too. "Want me, to put on a skirt." it was just too much of a shock for the hound to process and practically sputtered as he talked about modesty of his parts in a hushed tone.
"But your the one wearing it right now, take your own advice!" he told the boil back in a quiet whisper. It was just such a short skirt.

He prayed to Jack there was no other piercings he'd accidentally find on the boil.

Roch gave him a wicked grin, playing the guitar quietly. "Weren't you payin' attention? EVERYBODY has to wear a skirt. Not sure why, really, but they seem t' think it's important enough to drag all our asses over here in the middle of open house. Of course, if the guys back home hear about it, I'll get my a** kicked again, but hell, that's never stopped me before."

His fingers flew through the scales a bit too quickly, some of his real reaction to being forced to dress in drag showing through the sounds of the guitar. Sure, it was entertaining, but dammit, he'd just finally made pals with the dog boil, and now he was blowing it. That sucked. Here he was, all alone hundreds of miles from Croost, and not a friend to his name. And in a skirt.

Whoop de freakin' doo.

"Why don't you tell me how you really feel about it." Art shrugged after shooting that comment off, and looked at the cardboard box, labeled "WARDROBE." He was supposed to fit in that thing? Well, if this Reaper had done it, he could too!

He got into the box, seeing that there were plenty of skirts, tops, and accessories. Unfortunately, he found nothing in all the clothes that matched his hood scarf. Damn. Pulling some items off the racks, he stripped and changed, feeling very awkward about this whole mess. He looked at the mirror, seeing a large note attached that read "please have a catch-phrase ready when you come out, pyon." Jackit.


"Prepare to get inked!" Art flew out of the box, moving as best he could in a skirt and a too-tight singlet. This was... ridiculous. But, with his history with this booth, there was obviously something to be won.

The strix rummaged in the box and then disappeared for a moment. In a flash he was out. His sailor uniform was white, black and gold with skull pins in his hair and accenting the clothes. HIs boots were high and looked almost exactly like his dress shoes, pointy and white.

And he was, yes, wearing a belly top.

"Strix Hunger Power... DEVOUR!" He couldn't be serious. He just couldn't!! He burst out in a fit of giggles and threw his arms around Aislin.

Nek scratched the top of her head as she arrived at the camp with the other students. Her eyes narrowing into slits as she watched one after another dissipate and reappear with an even worse outfit than before. Whatever happened to good old Halloween. This wasn't normal! Growling with irritation Nekhbet figured it would be best to follow suit jump on the bandwagon and try to out do others in the disgusting costume event. Rummaging though boxes it wasn't long before the mummy girl found something she considered suitable and disappeared to change. Re-emerging not to long after with her new outfit. "The curse of wind, activate."

Now all she had to do was flip a table and find someone to talk to.

At this point, Nuk was practically on the floor laughing at the spectacle that was unfolding before his eyes, watching as people entered the booth and exited with the most RIDICULOUS outfits. He'd thought he'd follow the crowd out of curiosity, and it had turned up epic results, not the first of which was Red in a frilly, colorful outfit. Or rather, colorful by their standards. He had smirked at that, his spirits immediately brightening at that gem, but fate wasn't done with him yet. One by one students he knew and students he didn't came out, and as the first boil filed into the booth only to come out IN A SKIRT, and the skinwalker could hardly keep it together. Tears were threatening at the corner of his ink-black eyes as he noticed one guy comment on how the skirt he was wearing was riding up, taking all his self control not to laugh. But it wasn't just the hilarity that was amazing -- as he watched Cady, Ash and Cat file in, Nuk's barking laughter died down a little to watch as they came out, whistling low out of appreciation, especially at Ash's rather revealing outfit. Cat's was pretty lulzy, but he was pretty cute. No homo.

Little did he know fate was a cruel mistress.

So was Riley.

He didn't notice the demoness was coming towards him until half a second too late, his eyes lifting from ogling some of the ghouls to where one was coming right towards him. Unfortunately, this was one pretty ghoul he wasn't too keen to see right now -- Riley had a look of pure evil about her, looking far too cheerful at the sight of him for the fight they had had earlier. Immediately his guard was up, and for half a second it looked like he might try to flee, glancing over his shoulder before cursing under his breath, turning back just in time for her to link arms with him, already leaning back half-heartedly as if to try to resist.

"Mean to you? Mean to YOU?! Wait, I think you got your story backward Sugar."

Still, despite the scowling, he let himself be shoved into the booth, pretending to stumble a little and quirking an eyebrow as she followed him inside, smirking devilishly.

"Oh I like where this is going~"

No Nuk. No you don't.

Lurching and still miserably picking at his butchered face seams, the hunchback wandered his way to where everyone from the Desu booth had gathered... what was going on? Eyes widening at the sudden outfit changes going on all around him, his stomach tightened. What... WHAT WAS HAPPENING? An anxious whine escaped his throat as he spotted Riley shoving Nukpana into a cardboard box... M-mistress? Have... you seen Master Malodore yet? He ventured anxiously, gingerly following behind them, bu the box was pretty full with two people inside, and so he set to investigate the one beside them. There were clothes everywhere. Ladies' clothes. He picked up a small set of panties, eyes still wide with wonderment. This was... certainly a magical place. He gave them a curious sniff.

Vaith was already an occupant of the room-- One might have noticed the boil walking in there and he hadn't come out while the rest walked out and others walked in. He sat there, in front of a chest, seeming to pick out bits of this and that. For a boil, Vaith was being unusually and uncharacteristically meticulous and careful. Here's a coat .. here's a ribbon .. Oh, that plastic wand over there?

Interesting prop set. He doubted he could keep it for long but it added to the charm. Shuffling and swishing sounds came from a corner of the wardrobe, his furry cape was reluctantly put down. But in the midst of an oncoming war, his cape should be relieved it would be spared of yet another repair job.

... How did this work?

Let's see-- ghouls put these on here .. Maybe he fluffed out this part here .. When Vaith walked to the entrance of the wardrobe, he felt reasonably sure he was prepared for battle. A reaper's gotta be prepared for any number of situations, including .. this type of situation. Although he would have preferred a more .. varied selection .. Considering the number of mismatching items in that wardrobe, it was adequately satisfactory that he came out with an outfit he could be content with at all.

"WONDER REAPER ACTIVATE... INTO VAITH STAR!"

Yes, he did it. He walked out with the wand and everything. Catchphrase and all. With a deadpan tone, he flashed his fingers in a peace sign towards the crowd outside. There was no shame in this game.

"Don't I look good? What do you guys think?"