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Rosy couldn't help but grin at Bells "Thank you so much! And its a pleasure to meet you as well." she calls after her as she watch her head of to talk to another. She would have to get a chance to talk to her another time. Her eyes turning back as she hears Spinar ask about Scario Kart Club "Oh, I saw a flyer not to long ago at my dorms. Its a club for those who love video games. We just had our first meeting not to long ago. I can bring you to the next one if you like?" she glance at Mort, hoping it was okay that she invited Spinar to join the club. She was pretty sure it was okay, but wanted to check with him first. She did happen to see his look tot he succubus, and just chuckles as she turns her attention towards Roch as he spoke up.

This is when her smile left her lips, causing her to shake her head for a moment. There was no way she was gonna miss out on a chance to head into Thanksgiving, so that was out of the question. However, she did start to question when he brought out the the boxes of clothes. Was he honestly expecting them to dress like them?

She was about to pipe up when she heard Mort ask the same thing on her mind, which was soon answered. Okay, so she could hide her pale green skin. Floating over to the boxes, she looks through them as she picks up a brown leather jacket, a cowboy hat, and a new pair of boots. This should work, and she wasn't going to far out of her comfort zone when it came to how she looked.

Tugging her black curls out of the ponytail, she pulls the cowboy hat on followed by the brown leather jacket. Zipping that up, she was quick to kick off her black boots before replacing them with brown cowboy ones. Looking herself over, she found she actually like this attire just alittle.

Turning, she smiles to Spinar as he walks back to her. She had to admit, his attire did suit him well. Placing her hands on her bare waist, she grins "How do I look?"

No wonder Mort had suggested she stick close, though she was never sure how much she needed such suggestions when she'd been fine so far. It was always nice to hear others looking out for one another after all; especially when someone was of a high grade than herself. Besides, it would be company after all.

But hearing Roch's rules and tidbits of information sparked up her interest even further, causing her blue eyes to glance towards the weird shaped brown door. What did GRACE feel like, she wondered and what was a cow... Nevermind the fact that they had to change clothing. It caused her to look down at what she already was, and wonder what was so wrong with it.

Olivia picked her head back up. Looked at Roch, then at the few already looking through the boxes and then back to Mort as he made his way. Olivia followed (passing and finally offering Spinar a smile, catching his to her), chattering away and addressing his earlier questions (because it was polite to answer such things after all). "We went to hunt pygmy dragons, I found a shoe." Among other things. "Not as many activities like the Islands," the ghoul went on with a smile as she pulled a few things out to look them over. "I was on Conquest and Death," at least explained why she hadn't seen the other undead there. "We made..." what was the word, "in sense on one of the islands and a priestess put us in a trance in the other," she explained in so little words.

"They were nice, until ... well." She frowned for a moment as she looked over a blue checkered shirt. Mort had been there, so he would have known how things went. But, seeing as how she had already seen so many Horsemen around campus it couldn't put as much of a damper on her mood; they were still around and getting back on their feet it seemed.

Olivia looked through a few more of the items before she picked out a few that resembled items she would wear on a normal basis. She had the intention to keep as many of her own clothing on, especially her shoes, until she noticed the style everyone else seemed to be sporting. The ghoul found a pair along with a matching hat (and even some ribbons that matched her shirt) and went to change.

It felt a little odd having her arms exposed as they were (she kept her leggings on) but it wasn't as much as when, well, she wore a swimsuit. Still, she thought it looked pretty much like everyone else. The small wight rejoined the others as she stashed her skull pin and her phone into one of the many front pockets of her dress. The rest of her clothes were hanging in her arms and she had no idea what to do with them. In the boxes perhaps?

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"That's an interesting way to hide your tail," The wight mused when she noticed Andrew with his lantern. It kind of made it ... a little less scary even, seeing the flame behind the glass even to the point of being able to look at it. Like it couldn't go as out of control as she had unfortunately been witness to.

"Ah, it is so good to have a brother in arms--or hats," Fai said, distracted as Mmur ran off. "I really should go help him," he said, heading for the boxes as well. His wine bottle and glass disappeared into his robes and he started searching through the bags for something acceptable--which meant the least amount of clothing possible.

He found himself a pair of overalls, figured they covered enough, and kept his scarf. "Mmur, my friend, have you found any hats yet?" he called to his fellow famine.

Shaheen flicked her gaze between the small famine man and his bottle of wine as he explained the substance. Certainly the war woman had heard of alcohol, but her body had always been a temple, and one that she had never allowed substances that might have altered her mental state to enter.

Well...her mental state was pretty much a train wreck now, so with a quick and curious glance up to Shik's face to see if he had an opinion, she took her eyes away from the object of interest....

...And the man with said object walked away with it before she could even make up her mind! Shaheen huffed inwardly, following the man with her eyes before finally making the decision to follow. Apparently she needed to get dressed anyways.

Making her way to the boxes, she peered inside. Thankfully at least the color scheme was one that she tended to prefer, but the items themselves seemed a little ridiculous, and reminded her quite a lot of the clothing she was made to wear before having a photo taken during Fright Night. But if it was what was required, then she would just have to go along with it, wouldn't she?

Without further hesitation, she began pulling clothing out of the boxes. Once she had everything she thought she might need, she made as if to shed her robe, and then stopped, eyes narrowing and moving around the clearing to all of those gathered. While the old Shaheen would have likely stripped nude right then and there to don her new clothing, this Shaheen's eyes were full of suspicion. She gathered the clothes up into her arms and strode off further into the forest to get changed where prying eyes couldn't see, where nobody could stare at the marks of her affliction and accuse her of being unclean.

Moments later, she emerged, wearing just a little more then she might have normally, but still feeling ill at ease in her new costume. Her robes were clutched in her arms, but she knew that they were no good for the disguise, so she approached the boxes again in search of a replacement, something large enough that her wings would be covered. The poncho that she eventually pulled out was simple and unadorned, but she was just happy to find something that might work. She slipped it on over her head, noticing with some distaste that when she moved, the feathers of her wings peeked out from the bottom, but hoped because of the poncho's dark color, it would not bee too noticeable.

Finished with her ensemble, she turned towards Shik and gave him a look that pretty much said "Hurry up" before moving a foot to kick one of the boxes closer towards him.

"I've got one!" Mmur announced, hurrying back to Fai's side. Somehow he had uncovered a ridiculously giant hat, as well as a pair of faded jeans and boots for himself. He had been rather excited about the prospect of dressing up, but it only took a short jog between boxes for this whole "pants and shoes" thing to start to grate.

He stared at the open turkey door as he handed off the hat. It appeared to be time to go. He supposed the only two ways he was getting these pants off now were if he turned around and went home or if he headed off to Thanksgiving Land, and he wasn't going home.

"See you inside!"

The horseman practically took a running leap through the small door, and for a surprisingly long while afterward he fell through empty space. He wondered just how fast he was going, since there were no landmarks here to gauge against, but he didn't have to wonder for long. He smacked into the GRACE-filled earth with a muffled oof, the sound distorted further by the mud his entire upper body was now coated in. Mmur rolled over just in time to see a large, slow animal push its wet nose into his stomach.

"Aw, my..." The cow bellowed loudly, drowning out the rest of his words and pushing him further into the mud. He didn't really know whether to attack or simply lie there. When the mooing stopped, the horseman tried a faint, "Help me?" before the beast started wailing again.

More and more, it seemed like Michi was going to like this pink haired ghoul. She knew exactly how to compliment another sort, even if Michi was secretly jealous of that rack. Oh well, to each their own strength. "Thanks! You look great too!" The red skinned ghoul seemed to be unable to wipe the grin from her face in the least bit. But then it was time to go, through the door and into this land full of GRACE instead of FEAR. Michi shrugged and hopped on through, not really knowing what to expect.

Through the door she went and the smoke demon landed on her feet. She felt glee for a second, until she realized that what she had stepped in smelled. Not only did it smell, but she was pretty sure that had such a thing dropped in the middle of a classroom, it would have cleared the room within seconds. "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" Her squeal was a rather loud one, and she hopped to a spot of clean grass and quickly began to wipe her boot off on it, scowling all the while and not really paying attention to anything around her. Michi hated this place, whatever it was, and she hadn't even been here 30 seconds yet.

The zomboil had spaced out a little, lost in his own thoughts, though he kept a smile on his face and nodded and even laughed a little if anybody paid him any mind. It wasn`t until Roch spoke up, explaining the land they were about to travel to with a little more detail, and mentioned the required change of clothing, that Alexander truly became animated again.

Shuffling towards the boxes, he had a glance inside them, reaching up to run fingers through his hair. So, basically they needed to dress up like Mot? Well, that didn't seem like it would be so bad. The zomboil was already wearing a collared button up white shirt and jeans, so he had that part covered. However, in order to hide his rot and stitches, and other zombie like qualities, he was probably going to have to layer up.

The zomboil pulled out a vest and slipped it on first, buttoning it up and undoing his tie to shove into his backpack, though the skull clip got slipped into his pocket next to Yin's pin. He then made a grab for a kerchief, which would do the job of hiding the oozing stitches around his neck. A long leather jacket came next, then boots to hide his skeletal foot which he pulled on with a grimace.

Finally, to top it all off, he shoved a hat down on top of his head, and pulled some of his hair down to hide his single dark red eye so that only the pale grey one still showed. It would have to do.....though as a last minute addition, he pulled a pair of black fingerless gloves out of his back pack and slipped them on, more to hide the progressive rot on his right hand then anything else.

When he was finished (minus the gun holster) it was quite nearly possible that his clothes weighed more then he did, and his scrawny frame actually appeared much more bulky. It felt strange, to be covered head to foot in clothing, and it was quite awkward to move in, especially the boots, which he belatedly realized had a bit of a heel on them. He took a few practice steps, which ended up being quite staggered, and he wondered if he was going to have to just pretend to be drunk to get through this without any questions raised.

With the portal opened, he saw no reason to hesitate, and with a light clap on Mort's shoulder in passing, he followed Belladonna and Michi on through.

It was much like it had been when he'd gone on a field trip to valentines. A slipping and falling through a void, and like the drop would never end. Only it did end, and without even trying to attempt at making it a graceful landing, the zomboil instead allowed fate to drop him on his butt upon the ground. It was less embarassing that way then to flail around attempting to keep his balance only to land in the same position anyways, right?

Right.

Still, the sudden movement of hooved feet around him as he collided with the ground was rather surprising, and he scrambled backwards with a startled yep before managing to stumble up to his feet, hat clutched to his head to keep it from falling off.

Oh...these were some giant...pets they had here. He took an experimental sniff, and though the field full of cows might have been fragrent, all Alexander could smell was one thing. Fresh meat. Food. His mouth began to water almost immediatly, his gaze fixated on the nearest cud chewing mooer.

Surely nobody would notice if he snuck a little bite....

Okay, maybe it wasn't that pleasant when it was heating up a little like that but from the way it was looking it was almost like turning up the intensity on a lamp. Not so bad. At least she wasn't running.

Olivia looked down at her clothes, her dark fingers brushing a bit of lint from her skirt as she surveyed her outfit once more, "you think so?" She asked, pleased. "That's good, I don't know what to expect." Because she still didn't fully understand this adventure, she just knew they were going somewhere. But at least Andrew seemed to approve, as well as Belladonna. Hearing the other ghoul's praise was very welcoming as well.

"Thank you," she chirped, "you look amazing as well!" Never one to find herself in so little the amount of clothing, the little ghoul couldn't helped by be impressed how naturally Belladonna pulled off the look. She looked lovely to Olivia (and was also reminded of how little a chest she had and would probably never acquire).

No matter. Body issue were easily dispersed as several around her departed towards the now open portal. Olivia started at it in awe, having not seen one in quiet some time and never one through a door in a tree, it made her excited all over again. "Shall we go?" She smiled to Andrew and Mort, and a few of the others.

Without waiting, for once, Olivia made her way towards the door and through it with a bounce in her step.

Her landing actually wasn't too bad for someone so inexperienced and she had to be proud of herself for that. What she found though when she looked up. Well. Her bright eyes grew large at the creatures surrounding her, seeming to gnaw on ... something and make a curious sound. "Are these those cow things?" They had been mentioned, right?

Olivia really wanted to touch one.

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