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He watched the other write, amused. "Scavenger hunt?" Billy brightened enthusiastically, "I didn't know there was a scavenger hunt, I'll have to sign up for it!" Billy watched the tarantula out of the corner of his eye. She seemed... scattered to him, or at least excitable. That may or may not be good being a large tarantula. he smiled into her multifaceted eyes.
"Yes, I'm a new student here. Enrollment is difficult to get, it's a lot of luck."
He was about to continue about ow he hoped they had fun on this visit too when Billy spotted Clyde waving at him.
"Hey Clyde, what's up?" He waved back beckoning him over.

The white mare stopped chewing and watched as a rather handsome boil came up to him and asked if the grass was good. Flustered, Calder just stared a moment before the boil walked off to talk to someone else. Hooves. Horns. Boil. The mare titled her head to watch him walk away. Nice.

Shaking her head, Calder quickly change into a student and pranced over, smiling. "Hello. I'm Calder, oh and yes. The grass is good." He managed, having gotten over his initial shock.

Billy glanced over his shoulder at the boil behind him. He was definitely unique looking. The farmboil got quiet again, unsure what to do while in between two already established friends. Estelle seemed also to be interested, skittering around their legs quietly.

"This is Billy!" The tarantula interjected loudly as Calder approached. Her enthusiasm made the freckled reaper sink shyly into his clothes. "Nice to meet you all."

Billy felt, once again, slightly out of place but he'd never admit it. He was the only reaper here. Human looking. Normal. Not in the least bit scary. The scariest thing about him was Estelle. Speaking of, the tarantula was tugging on his pantleg with her pink foot. "Oh umm this is Estelle." He mumbled.

"Ah.." The boil really wanted to break the ice if he could, so he went backto his sheet of paper. "Anyya own a.. scareon? It's on my scavenger list."

“Hey Billy, I’m good. You?” Clyde greeted with a friendly grin. He made a note of the giant tarantula hanging around them, but didn’t make a comment. Hopefully he doesn’t do something stupid like step on one of its eight legs…He was taken out of his thoughts when the tarantula introduced the two introduced themselves

“Nice to meet the both of you. I’m Clyde.” He replied with a slight nod, making note to stop staring at Estelle. He gave another nod to the Kelpie before shaking his head with a slight frown on his face, “And sadly no, I don’t own any scareons. Sorry I can’t be of any help.”

When they said 'the student council had really outdone itself,' they really had OVERDONE themselves, as far as Nuk was concerned.

Then again, the skinwalker was feeling a little grouchy today. Maybe he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe he'd just had a nightmare Xiu had forgotten to eat (or 'whatever that fluffy pink thing did.') Whatever the reason, from the moment Nukpana had opened his molten-amber eyes in the darkest hours of the morning, a dark, heavy mood had settled like a shadow around his shoulders, drawing his face lean and angular and dipping his thick eyebrows into a disgruntled scowl. No matter how practiced he was at being lazy and sleeping in well past classes, no amount of turning over had allowed him to go back sleep, the boil tossing and turning until every muscle in his body was coiled tight in frustrated tension. No number of pull-ups or weight reps had helped either, nor the wolf-run he'd taken through the early-morning mist which had shrouded the campus, fingers of crimson from the pumpkin sun peeking from above the Weeping Forest not yet burning off the dew. Nothing had shaken the brooding that had settled in his gut. He'd stalked through the day with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders more hunched than usual, only adding to the tall monster's reclusive, unapproachable demeanor. Not even the Spirit Week party had lifted his spirits, although that had been predictable.

Honestly, the skinwalker had just been trying to find his way back to his dorm. He'd spent a good hour in the gym, sulking along the wall and slinking in the shadows like the delinquent he tried so very hard to be. At that point, he told himself the party was lame, that he'd given it a fair shot but it sucked, so he was going home, and had exited the huge double doors before he'd finished the sentence in his head.

That had been twenty minutes ago. Somehow, the path he normally took had turned into a hedge maze of flowers and foliage, until the red dusty path had disappeared completely. And the longer he walked, the more lost he became, until his already-bad-mood became even worse. Frowns became scowls, grumbles evolved into curses spat at the flowers edging the non-existent path. And when he finally stumbled onto the clearing, his eyes swept over the students scattered around the 'rabbit hole,' until they came to land on the not-so-white rabbit.

He'd skimmed over Riley and Christof entirely. While normally, seeing the purple mindflayer would have settled his temper a bit, recently he'd been avoiding her entirely. He'd heard she'd lost her memory. And the thought of all their experiences -- paintball, the skell-phone she'd given him, the time she'd knocked on his door at 6am in her skimpy workout outfit -- just vanishing into thin air, like their friendship never existed at all...

Shoving that thought violently to the back of his mind, the skinwalker turned his attention to the next best thing -- the rabbit which was clearly keeping him from sulking in his dorm.

"What the JACK are you?" he growled, irritably, bearing his teeth as he practically snarled at the poor, innocent creature.

"Nope! Never met. I think I'd remember you." He grinned at Billy the hoofed boil, pressing some fingers to his mouth as he grinned at him. He certainly was a pretty boil. The kelpie looked around and knew that Barth wasn't about. Sure, he loved his hubby, but that didn't mean he couldn't look around and admire the view.

"OH! Aren't you all cute." Calder knelt down, smiling at Estelle. "Are you having fun? Oh Reaper familiars are so CUTE!" He really wished his minipets could speak to him better than the little nuzzles that they gave. He then looked up at the reaper. "Are you enjoying the festival? The Student Council really outdid itself." Speaking off, he was trying to find his friends.

Spirit week...oh how she loved spirit week.

Natalia stood at the ready beside their slide-portal into the unknown, eyes wide and fluttering with delight. The council had truly gone above and beyond with this years concept, the lemur so enthralled with the environment that she nearly missed their rabbit...guide? Mascot? Whatever. She, like many others, paused to tilt her head in appreciation of him; tapping with a single finger against her chin. "Wow." He was unkempt, but that seemed to only add to his allure. Mysterious critter, that he was...and 'wow' was all she could muster, followed by a nod of approval.

That student council had outdone themselves for sure.

But from the looks of things, most of the excitement would be found below. Crossing her arms, the ghoul huffed. "No fun waiting up here I guess." Glancing one last time at the lop-sided creature, she continued. "Try and have a good time, huh?" Throwing herself onto the slide, Natalia adjusted herself carefully for the comfort of all her extremities before pushing forward.

No wait, being pushed forward.

From behind the shuffle of feet moving quickly took her off-guard, and the roughness of the shove that would follow would also be quite the surprise.

"See you on the other siiiiiide!" She yelled up to the surface one last time, her voice fading as she descended further down, down, down the rabbit hole.



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Hello Dark Wonderland, Belladonna loved you already.
Honestly, the amount of squeeing and giggling and noise-making the witch participated in on her happy little jog toward the designated entrance to Wonderland should have been downright embarrassing. But because it was Belladonna, and because she had such a deep love for wonderland, it really wasn't all that bad. Or at least not out of the normal.
With a light gait the witch tripped across the grass, a squeal of delight echoing around her for every red rose that tried to bite her ankles. The grass was gorgeous, the whole atmosphere beyond perfect enough that she had to stop and clasp her hands under her chin and just enjoy it. The whole scene was just so perfect and precious and Wonderland.
Still, it would not do to just enjoy the sights and not actually partake of the fun! Back to a skip, the witch happily worked her way toward the darkened slide. Even when she got up on tip toes (which, honestly wasn't all that much of a difference), she could not spy where it wound off to. No matter, what was the fun of Wonderland if there wasn't a heavy dosing of curiosity?

First, the once white rabbit distracted the witch and she bend down to look at him. Even in his haggard, mangled state he was still handsome and Belladonna could not help but smile at him. It would not do to reach out and touch him without permission, so she only stood, swept into a momentary curtsey before she dropped down onto the slide.
"Oh yes, I think being late would be absolutely perfect." Belladonna replied to the rabbit with another smile before she pushed off and slide happily into the darkness. The only thing she left behind was a long, keening WHEEEEEEE that finally petered off.



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