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Kai glanced over at his cousin Melody, sitting with a new group of kids. He thought about going over and saying hi, but he and Melody didn't actually talk very much in school. In fact, she usually brought her lunch from home and ate in the Mad Science lab, so he was glad to see her socializing at all. Since Demona had dropped everything and quick-transferred to Grrrmany, Melody seemed less inclined to be social. He didn't want to screw up her chances of making some more friends.

Instead, he opened up his notebook and started copying down a sketch of what Melody was wearing.

"All right. Looks like I've got my outfit for 'boos will be ghouls' day!"

Marceline hurried in to the creepateria late, barely dodging Glen as he flew out; clasped in her hand was a small bottle of green liquid -- the fruits of her labor. Venus wasn't going to get away with this if Marceline could help it! She scanned the creepateria for Rory, finding Venus just leaving the table. Just in time, she thought. She took her bagged lurch and marched to his table.

"Well, it was a bit harder than I thought, but I've done it." She smiled as she sat down next to Rory, passing him the bottle in her hands. "This will protect you from that cheater's pollens... All y'have to do is drink it before the murk trial and you'll be unaffected!"

Marceline beamed at her perceived genius, enjoying a rare moment of narcissism before sinking her teeth into her shrimp paw'boy.

Ascreama multitasked, texting her cyclopian friend with one hand, slurped on her pumpkin soup with the other hand and making approving noises as Ronan spoke. "I'll help any way I can!" she said, wiping soup from her chin.
"Meme? Oh, she's really not well. Got an awful case of Funfluenza. Sneezing out confetti.. Rainbow mucus.. It's gross." She added with a shudder.

"Gee...thanks!" Rory took the vial with a little bit of scepticism. "It's not...dangerous, is it?"

He peered at the liquid curiously as Heath Burns shuffled by, some hundred-odd cans in his arms.

"Must...recycle....must...recycle..."

"Nope!" Marceline grinned triumphantly. "Just your ev'ryday anti-hiss-tamine, designed to target Venus' pollens, specifically."

Her eyes darted to Heath as he passed, his mind clearly fogged by compulsive environmentalism. Glancing down at the vial, she made a few quick calculations before plucking it from Rory's hand.

"Here, I'll show you." Marceline rose from the table, snatching a clean spoon from one of her classmates' trays. She side-stepped in front of Heath, quickly pouring a small amount into the spoon and plunging it into his mouth. There was a crash as his armful of cans fell to the ground, and he shook his head as if he was just waking up.

"Wah wath thath?" Heath said before yanking the spoon from his mouth. "What did I just eat? Why are there so many cans on the floor?"

He looked around bewilderedly, trying to figure out what had happened, before shrugging it off and shuffling out of the pile of cans and back to his table. Once settled, Heath rested his head on his hands and his eyelids began drooping, as he tried in vain to fight it. Satisfied with her test, Marceline returned to her lunch.

"One oth'a thing I forgot to mention is that it might cause drowsiness if y'take too much. So only take a little!" She handed the vial back to Rory and flashed another triumphant grin.

Roswell almost tripped over himself to reach the table his friends where sitting at! Why was everyone no there they were supposed to be...? This was all so confusing.

"Melody I waited for you in the lab but you weren't there... It's ok though, as I'd asked MAX to hone in on you're current location. I hope everthing's alright... It wasn't the kiss form before? Was it?"

He was so confused at Melody since she'd eaten in the Lab before but now changed her mind, and he kissed her earlier that day. Had he inadvertently broken some Earth custom or Rule of Dateing... Where they even dating to begin with? Should he have asked her First!?!

Roswell had a panicked look in his eyes. Like a ship about to he sucked into a burning sun!

"Tombcoming is the end of the week. We are still attending the dance together right?"

He blinked a few times, and took some breaths. Not being the more observant 'monster' he noticed Perry Hartley, a boo... A boo with wings... Like HIS beast Friend on Earth, Dashner.
Who was this boo? Why did he have wings like Dashner? Why was he talking to HIS Beast Friend? What? Where they talking bloodies now? Giving him Advise!!

"Who? Are you?" He asked a bit sternly to Perry. He Earth English was suddenly broken up due to a spiraling new emotion. It was making him hot, and not in the same way Melody did.

"My designation is Grey, Roswell. Beast friend of Dashner. And Boo-friend to Melody." He proclaimed as if to assign himself ownership of some kind. But no, it's never that easy n this planet.

Dashner looked down, his face flushed. Roswell and him were like blood brothers, they could tell what mood each other was in even if they weren't showing it. Had looked up a minute. "Ros, bro-"

"Sh!"

Roswell, Dashner, Melody, and Doriana all looked at Perry in expectation.