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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:32 pm
Roch, meanwhile, was making a discovery. A seriously irritating discovery. His arm didn't fit. "Holy candlejack, man, I ain't that big of a guy--but seriously?" He grunted, draping it awkwardly over his shoulder instead. He looked like a moron, but he felt warmer. He reached up, wiping at his nose with his forearm.
"They don't got this stuff back where I grew up," he told them. "It's usually pretty warm for Halloween there. And I don't like sleeves."
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Pepzilla rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:33 pm
Mot's arrival was welcomed by the glitch ghost giggling and rushing over. "Mooooot!" she called. Oh hey she was using his real name! Floating over carelessly the ghoul had only just noticed by the sudden flux in gravity that the floor was tugging away at the rest of them and when she could no longer hover she fell backwards into the dark maw that brought them to another- realm?
The hall? was now cold like a brand new motherboard and Pepin looked around to the two boils and Sammy who'd arrived just as the floor disappeared.
"Huh. That's wierd, where are we?" Pepin cooed, glancing around for Junko and any of the others. It had then occurred to her that her evidence had disappeared. She hadn't even NOTICED Vieve swipe it when Mot came around. "Ooooh jack darnit where..." she pouted and kicked some of the snow around with her boots.
Somewhere around where Roch was the ghoul happened to hear the strange humming noise and placed a hand over her mouth to hide her grin. As long as she was on its trail she was happy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:39 pm
Mot was saved from his jacketless-ness by the kindness of an undead ghoul. Mot grabbed the jacket as it was tossed at him, giving the ghoul a weary stare. "...Thank you." He looked it over. Well, it was a ghoul's jacket, but it wasn't as if it was a fluffy unicorn sparkle fest kind of thing. A nice green army jacket would do fine.
The reaper slipped it on, huddling in it and giving Roch a glare. Wa... was Mot really so skinny that his jacket didn't fit Roch?
Mot wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"I don't think I've been anywhere this cold since the hallway incident when---"
O_O Pepin.
"You!" Mot yelped, cowering in his borrowed jacket.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:42 pm
"Last time I saw this crap was Christmas town. It was not fun then, it ain't fun now." She shrugged as Mot slipped into her jacket easily. "...I don't think where in Christmas again, it doesn't feel JOYfull enough."
Suddenly Peppin was swooping in she could only wave, "Sup Ghosty Gal, you fell down here too?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:47 pm
Pepin's grin slowly became ravenous when Mot acknowledged her and stretched her arms out. "Gimme a hug, Mot, how have you been since we last talked?" There was nothing about her voice that didn't crawl with an unpleasant flicker.
Eyeing Sammy now she turned her head. "Christmas town? What is- is- is-
that?" Pepin asked as she returned from a frozen state. Although, it was hard to say whether the cold had anything to do with her data freezing up.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:03 pm
Not happy. Roch was NOT happy. First he was frozen, then the coat was too small, and the snow stuff was melting into his shoes, now the back of his head was itching, and they were dealing with a ghost that scared Mot, who didn't have the same ghost issues Roch did.
"I'm gonna find the whiny thing," he muttered, turning to dig through the snow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:06 pm
Mot's eyes widened beneath the brim of his hat, his mouth hung open in pure horror. Pepin's tone did not sound welcoming at all. "I've been fine! Leave me alone!" Mot whimpered, skittering backward from her open arms.
Christmas Town? Mot had never been there. It didn't sound cool at all. "Sounds lame."
Mot turned to Roch as he started digging around, raising an unseen brow at his actions. "Trying to dig your way out?"
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Lilwolfpard rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:10 pm
"M-my mom and i made it." She managed to say to Junko as she scooted closer to Sparrow, grabbing hold of his arm as sort of a anchor. He was special to her... so she felt calm now that he was there...
Until the floor dropped out.
All but DEATH gripping on to the poor reaper, she wrapped her arms around him... and wrapped her legs around one of his too. Being able to fly you'd THINK she would have thought to.. you know, fly. No though, she was too set in the fear of falling to even ponder stretching out her wings. Oh and letting out a scream too.
So instead, the poor duo tumbled.... until they landed with a TBBTHHH noise into the fresh snow. Unfortunately, poor Sparrow had hit the snow first... and Wren was pretty must sitting on him now, wide eyed, ears perked, glancing around.... As she tried to get up, she accidentally pushed a snow pile over... and stumbled to her feet.
".....D-do you hear that?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:11 pm
Sammy only gave a low whistle, "Ya'll are Jacking Kidding right?" She swept between the trio arms spread wide, "The tale of Jack Sekllington you guys, he went to Christmas town once too! That's where we went." She paused, "Of course the Tree's would try to cop feels, the Deer where insane and we had to fight giant robots. Over all it was a pretty crappy trip to be honest."
She paused for a moment making sure Pepin was still with them, the poor girl seemed to be freezing up. "You alright? You seem to um uh freeze for a moment?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:16 pm
Malodore shuffled over to Sammy and the others, dragging the once-coat behind it. "Did we all end up here? All of us who were in that hallway?" it asked, quietly, turning its head every so often to give their surroundings a deeply suspicious look. It was deeply reminded of the time that... thing... had attacked and they had all ended up in another place. The Human World...
Had any of the students here been there, then? Sammy had, right?
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:22 pm
"Sup Doc~" She leaned over offering him a pat on the shoulder nodding. "Not sure by who you're talking about. I just kinda ended up here by accident you know?" She shrugged a bit glancing around slowly to see who else was around. So far Mot, Roch, Pepin, Mal, and herself seemed to be the only ones gathered up right now. "Last thing I recall I was walking down a hallway, saw someone left a bunch of flyers about or something and boom snow. What about you doc? Seems you found one of those too." She pointed towards the torn up coat, one right by her feet as well from her own snow pile.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:27 pm
Malodore nodded. "It was the same for me... I believe my hypothesis is correct." Thus far it didn't see anyone who hadn't been there, which meant at least this strange occurrence was localized.
Then Sammy called its attention to the coat in its claws, and it frowned. "How strange. Such a distinctive design... perhaps the wearers were in an affiliated group?" A uniform of sorts? This was a terrible place for sports, though...
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:36 pm
Yeah yeah, Mot knew this story! Every scareling did. He was sure he knew a couple other students who had gone there as well. The groping plant life was a whole new story though. "Ew."
Oh! It was Malodore. He'd only met the thing once, but there was no forgetting anyone like that.
The jacket did look.. unique. Uniform? "The Snow Patrol?" Could that be a group? Who knows. He was being sarcastic.
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Eight rolled 1 100-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:41 pm
Junko was silent. She was on her back, in the snow, just staring up at the sky. Wait. No. She was glaring. Her eyes here narrowed and her jaw was clenched, her lips pursed in a hard line. She was chanting quietly to herself in the head the same phrase over and over again: I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul. I will not strangle that ghoul.
Oh, but she wanted to. She wanted to really bad.
Snow. It had to be snow. Junko slowly sat up, flakes of the terribly cold white stuff sticking to her hair and her clothes. She did her best to look as pleasantly confused as possible, but she was so angry inside. ******** she had just left the damn thing alone. If she had just returned it none of this would have happened. Junko's hair twitched and writhed. Wait, her hair was still moving? Where was this? Wasn't there only snow in Christmas Town?
"My hair is moving. This can't be Christmas Town...my hair doesn't move there." Junko observed in a calm, even voice. She was shivering as she stood, brushing snow off herself and shaking from the cold. So cold. So cold. So cold. "Where's the pendant?" Her gaze immediately darted to Vieve, narrowing her eyes a moment before sighing deeply. Relax, relaaaaaaax...
Junko ruffled her own hair, shaking snow out of it and looking around. She looked to the coats the others had found. How odd! Humming curiously, the ghoul gently kicked a nearby snowpile. Were there anymore?
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kuropeco rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:48 pm
Sparrow was attempting to figure out just what exactly the figure in front of him was (he looked suspiciously like Wren, with those antlers and wings), so he did not see the black haired ghoul pick up the little item.
At least, not until the floor disappeared.
Sparrow did not even have time to make a sound, nor did he have time to register the fact that Wren had wrapped herself around him like a terrified octopus, clinging to him with a death grip. There was a blackness, a spinning sensation, and then -
Cold.
Slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes.
Then he wished he hadn't, since at first all he could see was white, everywhere, swirling around him and -
- and the ghoul sitting on top of him.
Sparrow's face went instantly red, a stark contrast to the bright, snowy territory around them. He sat up so fast he very nearly collided with the ghoul, reaching out to grab her arm as he followedher to her feet.
It was freezing - everything around them was covered in snow; white, fluffy, thick snow, blinding anything else from view. Sparrow's foot moved, kicking over a pile of snow to find...well, more snow. How very exciting.
He glanced over at Wren, her high skirt, and shrugged off his coat, putting it over her shoulders. His hands lingered there for a moment, then, after hesitating just a fraction of a second, slid his arm around Wren's waist, and pulled her against his side.
"Are you okay?" he asked her quietly, leaning his chin against the top of her head.
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