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This was turning out to be a nice event. Ghoul after ghoul in sweet, tolerable minutes. Certainly his style. Let the ghoul train continue!

Stuffing his hands into his pocket and getting a rather awkward feeling of not having the warm bodies of his mice for comfort, Joachim headed back into the main event area. Noticing the rather large grin and shiner on a familiar friend he drifted his way over to the strix.

"Are you feeling better Muka? What happened anyways?" He asked still a little curious of how the rather cheerful easy-going boil ended up on the floor.

The shock of seeing the grey streaked over Riley's skin fizzed through Malodore's mind, burning away the soft pink haze and leaving behind the taste of ashes in its mouth. (Or maybe it was just leftover chalky candy.) "Mia cara... amici..." it managed, before its beak clacked together so tightly that the mask creaked audibly. All the love-induced languor flowed out of its stance, replaced by tension.

"We must... we must go to Cricket. This is dangerous, this is... this is well beyond my ability to treat." Its voice crackled with frustration. "We must go to her now, before it progresses further. If you go to the Hunters like this, minds malleable, they will simply take you when you arrive, and..."

Somewhere, deep in the plague doctor's unbeating heart, frustration and helplessness kindled into anger, pure, hot, and bright. Its eyes narrowed behind the lenses. "I will burn before I allow that to happen." It reached out, one arm over Riley's shoulders, the other encircling Jericho. "To either of you." It was shaking, slightly, but its tone was resolute. "We must go. We must... we cannot go out that way. It might be communicable to others. We cannot expose anyone else to this. Perhaps Christof can make us a new door... from a distance." It automatically included itself in us; if it was communicable, it had assuredly taken enough-

It blinked as it noticed something. "Jericho. What is that on your neck?"

"Joachim!" Muka hustled to his friend's side and clapped him on the shoulder. "I am not quite sure. I hugged Amrita and then I was punched. After that I remember alot of white and my head hurting but I am not so sure I was conscious!" He giggled. "But a nice boil gave me a pumpkin pill so I am okay now."

The strix giggled once more and looked around the room. Were there any ghouls to dance with? "Be careful." He whispered. "Choose the right ghoul so you don't get punched." he snickered.

"Over already??" The witch asked as she was ushered from her seat with West and back towards the main room. Absently she shrugged and linked her arm with the wrath demon's in a manner that suggested 'I am not quite done having pleasant conversation with you'. After a quick look around she held out her hand to inspect the words written on her palm. A strange feeling of potentiality, of possibly belonging, swept through the witch and she quickly squeezed her fingers over the words to lock them in and to keep such a feeling.

"It would be silly of me to answer your dancing question, since the points no longer count. But I like it tolerably enough." But the answered question wasn't the witch's real concern. Oh no. Her real concern was the lovely little lady West kept craning his neck to find. A small, mischievous smile found its way to Belladonna's face and though she realized her arm linked in his could look bad, she figured this girl knew West enough to know it wasn't anything she should concern herself over. "A friend of your's?" Belladonna asked with a small, nonchalant wave of her hand toward West's girl. It was the type of question that West had better answer properly and with full details, lest he be forced to stay away from his darling a bit longer.

And in a few moments, Belladonna would let him go and push him toward his love, but for right now she had to pause and look up at the boil with more then concern in her eyes.
"You mentioned you... Ah, died. And I... I heard about Red too." That had hurt. Red had been one of her first teachers and Belladonna would never forget gym class with her and the image of Red in her wolf-form with the lace from Belladonna's gym shorts hanging from her maw. "Are you... Are you doing alright?"
Perhaps it was too heavy of a subject for such a light-hearted affair, but Belladonna just had to be sure.

When Malodore spoke, Riley knew there was logic to what it was saying. They needed Cricket's help, they did, but even as Jericho wailed, her own mind screamed the same NO, matching his exactly. She instantly regretted the sudden reaction, but it did not change her mind about it.

Malodore is right, but so are we. She murmured quietly to Jericho, before turning pleading eyes to her plague doctor. Cricket may be the only one who can help us. I agree to that. But if we tell her.. if we go to her with this.. Malodore, what if she tells someone? What if she tells Hellma?

Riley's hands clutched at both of them, pulling herself close. They'll quarantine us. They may even send us away. They will consider us a danger to the school, and furthermore, if we cannot trust the full faculty, but one of them gets wind of it..

Her mind was made up. If we suffer, we suffer alone. She eyed the door, even as Malodore spoke of sneaking away. Her head shook adamantly. I will not have them suspect anything. We must return to the party and act as if nothing is wrong. This.. this.. whatever it is, it can't be contagious, or else so many would already have it. This entire room would be exposed. It's far too late now.

Riley's head slowly turned to look from the door, to Jericho, as he explained what had happened between him and Shehk. Her eyes widened for just a moment, as if truly surprised, before stifling it. Well.. then.. ah.. it would be wise to watch Shehk carefully, for any signs of infection. She sounded uncomfortably rattled.

"'Sup, toots?" Normally undead weren't his type, but from down here the view wasn't bad...Even if it was mostly skirtruffles. Unfortunately his leering was cut short by the blue haired guy. He wiggled around, but couldn't seem to get out of his, ah, predicament.

However, someone soon saw fit to assign new pairs. From his position prone on the floor, he could JUST read...

"EMILEEEEEEEEAACH!" He shouted, his voice amplified by the large room and his large....

Lungs.

The ACH at the end, he felt, just added EMPHASIS.

He didn't know who that was, but it was a name that sounded promisingly ghoulish, and, he hoped, handy with unwinding tablecloths.

It wasn't long after Alex signed up that the board went up again with the new list of names. He scanned the list until he saw his name near the bottom, paired up with somebody named 'Riyo'. He didn't know anybody with that name, and was unsure of how to get this students attention, or if he should ask around.

"Riyo?" He called out, tentatively, but not seeing anybody in the immediate area turn towards him. Might have to be a bit louder then.

"RIYO?" He all but shouted this time. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea... in any case, he started looking for a table, hoping that whoever he was paired up with him heard his shouting and came over to investigate.