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Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Christof had been frantically trying to find a hiding spot. His hunch was too big for him to slip under her bed without the mattress arching over him obviously, and she'd spot him in an instance behind her chair... finally he had resigned to crouch in her closet, heart in his throat. He could hear voices on the other side of the door, and it sounded like the company had at least delayed the mind flayer... maybe there was still time to escape?

The ladder was gone, though. That only meant one thing. Swallowing deeply, he padded through the sugar-powdered carpet to the window, and trying not to look down at all if he could help it, climbed back out onto the ledge to slowly creep his way towards the safety of Barth's room once more.

Just... take it slow.

And pray she doesn't look out her window.

"You know what...it's the sugar! I should go...and have a drink of water or something and leave you two alone. We should all go and leave Malodore and Riley alone!" She turned and stalked out of the room feeling very heated, why did she ever try and investigate anything she saw on groanspring? It never ended well...she needed a hot bath...and yeah she still had that extra sweet sugar taste in the back of her mouth...or was that the taste of embarrassment?

That was surprising. Very surprising.

When Malodore threw a gaze their way, Lizzy could feel her stomach tighten; why did she get this feeling that Chuppi and herself had said something really wrong? Stealing a glance at Chuppi, she held onto the Monster's hand and gave it a squeeze; part of her told her to run as trouble was brewing, but her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of her - of course, if this had happened under different circumstances, it would actually be sweeter.

No puns intended.

"Common room - nobody really goes there this time of the night," She muttered softly, answering Malodore's question without really meaning to. As she had been spacing out, she also failed to understand that she should really be leaving right about now (as with Sin's suggestion), to leave the Mindflayer and Plague Doctor to... For lack of a better word, sort things out.

Calder didn't go up ladders and he didn't see any boxes of multicolored sticks of candy flying through the sky. He was only prepared for a boring day, and had come to gather Barth's laundry. He went up the steps and passed by an open door that seemed to be having one hell of a party. Demons. Why didn't they invite the other creatures? Propably full of themselves. Monsters could only improve a party. Sighing, he went to Barth's room and tried the door. Unlocked. Pushing it open, he stepped in and looked around before he spotted the demon on the couch.Yawning, the kelpie walked over and poked the demon. "Hey….I'm here for laundry." He said, and when that didn't wake the sloth demon up, he started to shake him. "HEY! YOUR FIRST BORN IS ON FIRE AND YOU RAN OUT OF FLOUR!" He shouted and when that didn't work, he gave up. Bored, he wondered if he should try a new hairstyle on the demon, but noticed the computer.

Smiling, he sat down and checked it, only to see it on the Igor's page. Sadly, logged out. However…..what was this?

He read, which was hard with a lot of shouting next door – and THIS LATE AT NIGHT – and frowned. Christof went to see Riley who….liked rainbows. Okay. Standing up, he went to the window, knowing the patchwork liked his ladder best to see if it was propped up any windows. Setting the computer aside, Calder went over and shoved his head out, looking around. What he saw was – well, it was rather amazing. Rainbow colors and sugar were all over the ground as was a ladder and, looking about, he saw Christof clinging to the side. "Hey Christof. The ladder wasn't good enough for you now. Decided to make it harder on yourself and just scale walls? You're not a cat, ya know. Well, you could be. Part of you. You're not part cat, are you?" He called out, before looking around. "Soo……………………………………what's going on?"

Calder was returned with a very terrified and sour expression as the hunchback clung desperately for his life. As he shifted, a brick wobbled under his boot and he whined, pressing himself against the wall. What was HE doing there again?? Danger on one end, danger on another... Hell and CANDLEJACK! Just... ignore him and maybe he'd go away.

Finally, someone was at least starting to sound sane, even if she did disagree. Riley took a deep breath, and regarded Malodore with a conflicted expression. Her voice was soft, and subdued. I don't know why you think that this sugar is damaging me, but I trust you. If you say I should stop.. then I should stop.

She gave her boxes a wary glance, and almost whimpered. They're just so good though. She sighed, resigning herself to Malodore's judgement. Her hand lifted up slightly, palm facing outward. I'll call Christof and have him help us remove the boxes.

A touch of energy around her crackled. Christof. Come.

Oops.

Calder was good at hauling things. His parents often wrapped rope around stumps and suck to pull them out of the ground back at home. He thought an Igor was no problem. It was a problem when said Igor seemed to suddenly loose his grip, grip himself as if he was having a heart attack, and then grabbed him by the hair. This wasn't what he had planned when he meant he would help him safely indoors. In fact, pulling on his head tipped over his center of gravity that would have been used to pull the Igor inside.

And Calder didn't do well with heights, which was a good thing considering he wasn't going to be up high for very long. Probably 3 seconds, tops.

It was one moment being tipped out of Barth's window, a loud whinny as the kelpie was taken over the edge, and then a hard slam to the ground. Igor or not, falling out of window and hitting the ground was not fun. However, it wasn't as fun for the Igor if they had to do any comparing.

Groaning, Calder blinked off the lights from his eyes and turned to his side. "Ugh….Christof, you big lug. What the – " Something was gabbing at his back, and reaching back he pulled out ….-a arm? Not anything but JUST an arm. It happened to be Christof's normal one and Calder knew it only because the Igor liked to punch him plenty of times and Calder usually saw it swinging at him – but it was usually attached to the patchwork.

Green eyes slowly started to look down on the ground and slowly sitting up, the river monster looked about to what was….a torso…..a ear….a foot….


The kelpie looked at a dumped puzzle of an Igor. "……………………………………Ch…Christof?" He looked around for his friend as if this was just some extra pieces and that the Igor was laying complete someplace else. He saw nothing but rainbow candy and dark, patchwork pieces. "………………………lumpy?" He called out, voice growing smaller.

His heart started to race. "………buddy?" He….He just………………He just broke his friend!!!!

Paniking, Calder started to move above, grabbing pieces and piling them together as if just pressing them close would make them reform. "Christof? Christof?! This ISN'T FUNNY!"