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"Oh there you a... " Ronan had no chance to finish his sentence as Glen grabbed him and started dragging him down the drive.
For a little guy, he was remarkably strong.

"Uh... is all of this necessary?"

He stared at the over stuffed trunk uncertainly, evidently there was a lot more involved in these creepovers than he'd really anticipated.

"I uh... Dashner demanded a change of clothes?"

He looked around for his dorm mate, while trying to catch the things Glen was tossing randomly in his direction.

Ba-OO-ga!

The classic honking horn drew attention to the latest (fashionably late, mind you!) arrival for the soon-to-be epic boos-only creepover at the Merha mansion. A vintage sidecar motorbike came around the curb, its subtle motor sounding oh-so smooth, much like the simple noise of a playing card being inserted in the spokes of a child's bicycle.

The details of the bike and sidecar without adornment of any sort so as to draw attention to the owner's preference against both political and consumer-related affiliation. It was a simple gray and white painted color, polished to perfection and held together well despite the obvious age of the retro vehicle. Trailing behind the motorcycle was a small cart on wheels, the contents tied down with a tarp and rope.

The transport pulled up to the curb just before the entrance to the Merha grounds and only then did some form of age show when there was the tell-tale loud 'POP!' of the engine backfiring, and a cloud of dark smoke belched from the exhaust pipe -- a cloud that smelled suspiciously of slightly burned Scareuvian coffin beans.

Yes, you guessed right! The driver put the stand down and propped his feet on the gravel of the drive, and only then removed his goggles, revealing that trademark 'glare' that was picking apart the scene before him.

In the sidecar, Lin pulled up his own goggles (that covered about 75% of his face) and he too surveyed the scene, a large tupperscare container held protectively in his arms.

The two watched as Glen da West busied himself, as well as Ronan and Rory, unloading a LOT of random things from a huge SUV. Lin looked U-P at Gryff and said,

"Are we at the wrong creepover, Gryff? The guest list doesn't seem as hexclusive as I thought."

"Uh... " Ronan completely failed to catch the giant pillow, already struggling with the random accoutrements he'd been lumbered with.
He was having unsettling flashbacks to Mad Science the day before, and the sudden arrival of Lin did little to improve his mood.

And great, now someone was snapping photos with a bright flash.
Ronan blinked the unexpected light from his eyes and the pile of junk teetered threateningly.

"What in the seven seas are you DOING?"

He managed to glare over the pile at Dashner. His dorm mate was just going to muck about and not help at all apparently.

He tried to keep the pile in his arms from falling, but it swayed unsettlingly.

"Glen... I uh.. Think you should take some of this... "

Oh this definitely felt like mad science all over again, only somehow more annoying now the avian paparazzi had arrived.

Gryff surveyed the scene as he got off the motorcycle, stowing his reclaimed vintage graveator goggles in a tooled leather case. Nearby a pair of legs wobbled beneath a behemoth pile of heavy processed chemical confectioneries that was still growing at that little green nitwit tossed more junk on top of it.

"Someone's going to need to class up this creepover if Kai insists on bringing his backup frie~"

FLASH!

Gryff blinked, momentarily dazed.

FLASHFLASHFLASH!

Some kind of sticky LARPer was charging Lin with a camera and the startled Gremlin nearly dropped the precious tupperscare container. Gryff sneered and stepped between the two, peering down at the be-caped, strawscary-boobarb-scented attacker, but the figure just circled around and kept taking pictures.

"Shiva wept, what is this?"

"Hi, Kai! I..."

Lin staggered back at the fresh mass assault of camera flashes going off in his face. Gryff tried to shield him from the worst of it but Dashner was relentless in his pursuit for quality shots of Monster High's hottest gremlin student and when Gryff moved one way, Dash moved another to get that all-important shot.

Lin blinked, spots before his eyes and he started getting dizzy under the blinding spell.

Finally, enough was enough! Gryff found the huge bowl of Lin's Grimma's homemade Snickerboodles in his claws and Dash was so taken up in whatever it was that he was doing, he didn't notice Lin pulling something from out of his overnight bag.

At least until the only thing Dash could see through the camera lens was green tartaran -- and a lot of it. He lowered the camera just enough to find his face at the business end of Lin's bag pipes and...

**BLARES!!!**

"Putmedown!!!"

Ronan's voice was muffled under the pile of stuff as he struggled against Nero's grip.

As if the day couldn't get worse, now there was some sort of loud discordant blaring deafening everyone within earshot. What WAS that? He couldn't even bring his hands up to cover his ears, in fact, it was getting a little difficult to breathe under all this junk and Nero's tightening grip as the sphinx tried to keep from dropping everything.

In his struggles, one booted foot caught Nero in the shin as he repeated his cry that he was put down this instant.