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What? What was Christof doing to Tess?! All laughter dried up immediately as the Djinn rolled up on her elbows to watch as the igor did his damnedest to get those makeshift legs on the poor vamp. Much to her obvious dismay. Clearly struggling wasn't half so effective if you didn't have legs.

The irony of the situation brought on a fresh round of giggling that only intensified as Johan did his it with the runes. She felt the minor rush of magic despite the spell having not worked, and it was, for lack of better word, a rush to her.

Once she'd gotten control of herself the second time she got to her feet after a short struggle with gravity and walked the three or so steps needed to get to Christof and Tess's side. She was still grinning like a fool, but at least she had managed to figure out balance again, despite the slow crawl of everything around her, and she was o the mind that that was a pretty darn impressive victory, all things considered. So Swelling a bit with pride, The djinn sucked in air before "Christof!" She shouted at him. Not necessarily angry, but definitely loud enough to be heard. "Get off her now." She would have added a suitable threat, had she been able to think of one.

Whatever was in that Cruel-aid was just.. Fabulous. Hands on her hips, she only swayed a little as she glanced up in time to see Bul and Icky making their appearances, and she hoisted a hand up to wave at them both. She only really knew them from groanspring, but it was enough for the ghoul to feel she needed to greet them.

Logic hazy as it was at the moment, she also felt the need to introduce them to Johan. So grabbing the Reaper boil's arm she quickly pulled him over to the cauldron the two had been working at. Staring at it with piqued brows before a grin spread along lush lips. "You guys made it!" Oh yes, Yaya was high as a kite. "This is Johan." She pointed to the boil she still had a hold off before the contents of the table beside them caught her attention.

She released her grip on the reaper, plucking up a Floresce scale to hold it up to the light. Pretty. She tossed it into the vat along with a Feldspar Quill and Phoenix feather. There, it was perfect. PERFECT! "I shall call it Ethereal Mist." Brilliant.

It was a damn good thing a certain nergal wasn't around to see such sorry behavior from the usually elegant, serene water djinn.

((Panty rape, indeed XDDDDD and could someone ic-lly get Christof off Tess? :< I kinda want to be able to join the games too >.>))

Tess' thoughts at that moment were pretty much a string of unsavory words that she would never utter even in such circumstances. Bad touch! SO MUCH BAD TOUCH! Of course she was referring to her wings and her exposed bones. Hearing Yaya command Christof (she failed to see Johan's attempt at helping her, what with the patchwork's hump blocking her vision) to get off her gave her renewed strength that yes, this was not proper and not something one should be doing to anyone, let alone her. Said strength was more than enough to keep Christof from folding her wings (as well as putting the rest of the peg-legs on her), but there was still the matter of finding the leverage needed to get him off her.

"UNHOLYJACK,STOPTHAT!!BADTOUCH!!GETOFFME!!!HAVEYOUNEVERBEENTAUGHTMANNERS!??!" She continued to scream.

All this yelling...oh it was Christof again...that kid. Never taking his eye off the naiad, Hyde reached down into the nearest emergency rescue box and pulled out a book. Hefting a tattered, hardbound copy of How to Pick Up Beautiful Women Hyde threw it at the patchwork's head with surprising accuracy for someone still staring at a topless hallucination.

The hunchback was only vaguely aware of shouting, and someone tugging on his arm but his purple-muddled mind was taking things slow, one task at a time, and his current was proving to be very frustrating indeed. Stupid wing- just- FOLD! He could swear he heard Yaya's voice, but by the time he glanced towards her, she had sauntered off, instead replaced by.... that lab-coated boil from the auditorium! HE was on his ship?? He immediately let go of the poor abused ghoul, wobbling as he gaped up at the undead doctor in fascination and was about to stand up when-

There was a horrible CRACK of a book binding hitting his temple and the world suddenly spun upside down as he slumped to Val's feet with a groan.

((TESS iS SAVED HORRAY! XD this is why Igors should not do drugs.))

There was a lump at Valentino's feet, a book by it's head, students who were just staring, and others who were drinking away the memory of this event. Overall today was looking like another regular day for Valentino when he was around other students. He wondered what would be next, someone catching fire, or the spirit of the mighty sea squid deciding to teach ballroom dancing on the poop deck? Valentino wasn't sure which he would prefer, he supposed fire was always more entertaining than dancing. Before he could get lost debating the pro's and con's of imaginary waltzes with the local rigging, Valentino remembered that the lump of a boil was right under him. The boil looked heavy, and slightly moldy.

Moving this Igor to the lower decks was going to take more effort than Valentino wanted or cared to exert on a weekday. The boil was fascinating however, and already knocked unconscious, just begging to be examined.

"torture is having a patient ready but no tools to cut him up with" Valentino muttered. Taking at look at the groaning boil, Valentino decided that his day wasn't going to get any better. Putting on his gloves, he started to give the boil a phrenological exam.

"If you had only used proper knotting technique..." he muttered as he worked his way to the base of the boil's inhibition section of the skull.

Tybalt was about to reply when his vision suddenly became more---purple..? It was purple! ...weird. Everything seemed to moving slower too... Almost like someone had hit the slow motion button on the skelevision controls. Though why was this happening now...?

.......

It must have been that drink!

Though rather than fly into a rage, like he normally would have done--or rather, was about to, the black dog instead had his attention drawn towards the ocean; oblivious to the whole commotion going on with poor Tess. Why? Because there were fish! Fish were swimming! Or so he thought.

"They look so purple and fuzzy!" He giggled, sprawling out on his stomach to watch the not at all purple gulls flying beside the ship; ignoring the noise going on behind him as he pawed at the air.

The introductions were perhaps only halfway complete, but with the potion making, Hadiyya seemed to have already forgotten the immediate reason that propelled her to drag Johan over here. She hadn't forgotten his protests though, at least not completely. They'd been lost under the introduction of fellow students and interesting ingredients, but now that she'd tossed her own lot in and had little else to do but watch on with curious eyes as the reaper did so himself, his words returned to her. Not that they made a whole lot of sense.

"Wait," she turned suddenly to peg the boil with a critical look. Features skewed up in disbelief. "You don't like being touched?" What nonsense was this? Who in their right mind didn't like being touched? The concept of personal space and boundaries was extremely foreign to the marid, that was obvious enough by the way she looked at him, dark hands coming up to sort of hover near his arm. As if she'd intended to wrap those delicate fingers around his elbow.

"That's not right." She frowned, the lower bud of dark lips pouting out slightly as she tried to reason through his protests. Even if she hadn't been so very blissfully stoned off her a** it wouldn't have clicked. Now it was just soberingly puzzling.

Finally her mind settled on a productive sort of question. "Why not?"