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Calder smiled at Amrita. "Yeah, that's what i was thinking. He's done a lot for me and everyone for a while now, and a lot more during the field trip. I don't know how to thank him. I was thinking of giving him something back. I don't think he gets a lot of presents, and his birthday wasn't great at all. It was all rather horrible, and I think he's been a bit down in the dumps with a lot of things. He's always working non-stop all the time for everyone and never asks for things. I ....I actually had been thinking of throwing him a surprise party. Like a....Chrsitof appreciate day SLASH belated birthday cause your actual one was horrible ....day." He paused, having stoped to raise his hand up as if reading a banner - a very long banner.

"...but I don't know if anyone would be interested in that. I'm not sure if he'd get grumpy if I did that." He looked to Amrita. "The undead don't get upset if you throw them a birthday party, do they?" He wondered because he never really heard of the undead having many parties.

He went back to threading his needle and once done, looked around in case anyone else needed helping. Having slender fingers, he was good with threading the needle. Amrita was being sweet and helping Barth, and Calder looked over to Muka when he pointed out his other basket. "OH, that's my basket weaving material. I can show you how. Here. Go get a big handful and I can start you off." He handed the boil the basket which was made of the same material, weaved by the same blades in a fashion that made it very useful and easy to make. Calder was a pro at making baskets. He made a lot growing up to carry fish or plants in.

At Mot, Calder smiled. "Chrsitof is a Igor friend of mine. He's rather big, lumpy, with 3 arms and mismatched eyes. He doesn't talk, but he does sign with his hands or writes. He's really smart." Calder guessed that not all undead knew all other undead.

Muka tilted his head curiously and took a handful of the grass just as Calder suggested. He scooted closer to the table and tried to position himself in a comfortable way. He was also silently absorbing all the talk of Christof who they highly lauded.

"Oh!" Muka snickered when Christof was described. "Is he the patchwork from the Fitness club?" He'd remembered the booth and there was shovels but he hadn't participated because he wasn't feeling very fit at the time. "I attended Floresctival and Open House." His head bobbled excitedly on his shoulders.

His taloned fingers played with the grasses but he didn't really know where to start. The strix was also eager to make friends but in his first week he was very uneasy about what he was allowed to say to people. Those here with him seemed to be bandaged and he'd heard rumors about the field trip. The strix, lost in his thoughts, started to chitter his teeth loudly in thought. When Herryk said Calder and Christof were brave, the strix couldn't help but pipe up, "Really?! What happened?"

"He's a very good boil." Amrita confirmed happily, with a nod. A very nice boil indeed. "And yes...very brave." For a moment, she looked fond, recalling memories of he valiant Igor. She couldn't help but smile at Mort's attempts to thread the needle; poor boil, but at least she understood. That looked an awful lot like her first attempts at sewing. "Um, here." She offered, turning towards him and briefly touching her tongue to the pad of her thumb just before taking the end of his thread, twisting it between thumb and index finger to tighten the end for him. "Should be...a little easier now. T-to, um, thread." Hopefully. "Too much fire." She confirmed Mort's explanation, visibly shivering.

"...A-ah? N-no! Don't kill..." She sounded understandably panicked at the idea of Herryk killing a needle. Killing was bad! Especially poor needles! A rather audible sigh of relief escaped her when he set the needle down, and she was fairly quick to claim it from it's new resting place. It was a little bent from the boil's efforts, but...still useable. Just in case he changed his mind on the murdering of the needle, she tucked it in to her hair, where her first needle had been hidden. "You're welcome. Have you chosen your fabric yet...? Chuppi, a-are you doing okay too?" Since it seemed she'd be teaching basics, sort of.

"His...Birthday?" Calder had her complete attention now, and her remaining eye was wide. "When was that? I didn't...I didn't know he'd already had one!" She was starting to sound upset; she knew Birthdays were sort of big things, and having a day for yourself was nice! The ghoul had been picking through some fabric when her arm just dropped onto her lap, lifeless for a moment. Wow, she felt terrible. "U-um...I'll...I'll at least go! I know I will. A-and um..." She shrugged lamely.

"I...don't know? S-some celebrate Death days, though...so I think they wouldn't mind? But ah, I've...never had one." A birthday party, anyway. In fact, her own birthday had come and gone quietly. She celebrated by doing homework, yaaaaay~ "Th-Though! He might be happy! Um, he might go Hrrnnn--" She screwed up her face for a moment, waggling her fingers in a really, really poor impression. "--But I think...he'd really like it. Probably."

Cady, meanwhile, was struggling to shrug off Bea's grip on her shirt collar and go galloping toward the needles.

She was pretty sure she'd seen scissors in one of the baskets, and she had the most overwhelming urge to run with them.

At the mention of Christof though, she, for lack of a better phrase, slowed her roll. Yes, Christof was a brave boil and a good friend - wasn't that ghoul one of the ones he'd danced with at prom? But there were more pressing issues at hand. Issues such as -

"Christof had a BIRTHDAY? Is that why he got an extra arm? DO I GET AN EXTRA ARM FOR MY BIRTHDAY?"

Calder flushed under Herryk's compliment, and waved it off quickly. "I'm not brave. I didn't do anything. You and Christof did all the fighting. You took out those hunters like pros. I bet the Boogiemen would have recruited you two on the spot if they saw the punches you guys threw. I was just...making a terrible mess of things." He had done little damage and probably and held Christof back through the process of trying to save Barth soon. It was a miracle that they got out of that place at all. Even more now after what happened to Red. What Barth mentioned about weapon turning too. It sent shivers down his spine.

At the commotion of everyone mentioning Christof, Calder shook his head. "I mean, he didn't have a party. He just upgraded. It was really terrible since Barth and I showed up and it just wasn't fun because his master really didn't make a big deal of it and sent him to work and you're supposed to celebrate big days like that." To which he looked over at Mot. "Actually, a party would be better. Parties are always better." Being a monster, he loved wild and crazy parties. They made you feel alive. "Everyone should have their own day to feel special. I don't think Christof has had that. I don't think Igor's get their own days at all. He deserves it. He's done a lot for me, and he was a real trooper during the field trip. I owe him a lot." More than just a blanket.

"Amrita, do you, would you help me throw a party for Christof? Like, a really belated Birthday Party?" He asked, turning to the ghoul with a smile." He thought it might at least inspire others to have parties for their undead friends too. "He's always so grumpy and seems to be working all the time and never takes a day off just to have fun. I think he thinks that it's just not allowed. Everyone should have a day to relax. To feel special, and Christof is very special to me." He beamed, inspired by the idea.

"Herryk thinks a party for Christof would be a very nice thing to do," Herryk commented idly, watching Amrita do her best to show him how to work the needle through the fabric. He was making a mess of things, but at the same time this was his first attempt at sewing so he really wasn't doing too bad as far as he was concerned.

"Calder, don't say you did nothing." Herryk pulled the needle through the pieces of cloth he held. "Herryk doesn't remember it that way. Calder was very, very brave in the couch room, was he not? Herryk did not do well in the couch room." He cleared his throat and shook his head. Time for a topic change.

"Herryk wants to help with Christof's party, please?"

The Vetala stayed quiet during the whole talk of the House; that was a terrible time for her, really. Lots of pain she wasn't used to feeling, and emotions she didn't know she had.

"Good plan!" Amrita nodded eagerly, looking between Calder and her sewing. "And when we do have to clean up, we'll...um." Her brow furrowed. They couldn't exactly lock him in a closet to keep him from helping, but by then he'd probably be suspicious if someone said COME HELP ME, right? "...F-find someone to distract him! Somehow! W-with, um, things?" She shrugged lamely.

Suddenly, her needle seemed much harder to thread through the fabric. How odd.

"H-his blanket is kind of thin..." She murmured shyly, the blush remaining on her cheeks while she recalled his current blanket. Some undeads felt more than others and the dorms were chilly (or so she was told), so she wasn't sure if he even needed one. Still, it was the thought that counted, right?

"I'm sure he'll really like it!" Nodding towards Calder, she looked down at her lap again, to make sure her stitches were actually making sense. Why was the fabric to hard to push through now? Weird! "I was actually going to, um, ask you about what kind of things he likes...s-since he won't tell me." The ghoul admitted to Calder, sounding a little unhappy.

"How're you doing? E-Everything going okay?" She asked out loud, looking first at Herryk then at Chuppi, then towards Mort at her side and finally around to everyone who was sewing. It was kind of quiet right now...

"No party is good without food." Ulmuka clacked his teeth together with glee. He didn't know Christof at all but he hoped he could be part of party planning if it was going on. His father threw a ton of parties and so he had some level of knowledge on the thing. He was never allowed to help.. .. or even attend most of them, but he was very very observant.

"I hope you don't mind if I help you plan?" His head tilted. "I enjoy parties."