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With the Murk Trial in recess, the student bodies in the gallery started buzzing with conversation. Spectra Vondergeist, especially, was in gossip heaven. She floated to and fro, picking up snatches of conversation and tapped her own interpretations of them into her iCoffin.

At their table, Venus crossed her arms and 'hrmph'ed.

"What's the point of winning a trial against an adversary whose defense is to fall asleep?! That's the same as winning because of my pollens!"

Spectra jotted down on her iCoffin.



Rochelle was poking Rory with her stony fingertip, trying to be mindful of not scratching his shiny surface but still trying to awaken him.

"If only I knew what had been in this vial, perhaps I would know what to do..."

Spectra floated by, typing furiously.

"good play man."

Perry jogged to catch up with Dash, pulling his helmet off as he did so. He was somewhat glad to be free of the restrictive thing and even more thankful to be close to showers.

He glanced up to where Dash was waving. Was Roswell.. glaring at him? Maybe it was his imagination.

"What's the deal with your little alien bluddy."

"hmm.. " Perhaps that was another thing to add to his list of things that hate me, animals, now aliens. Great. So did he ignore the cranky little dude or try to smooth over whatever he'd done wrong.
Maybe he'd looked at Melody wrong, hmm.
"Think I should talk to him?"

After a bit of a wait Perry leaned over to Dash and whispered

"what do you think he does in there? "

They waited a little longer before he called out "Hey Manny, we all know how important your beauty regime is to you, but you think you could hurry it up? We all got better things to do."

A couple of the guys snickered, a few others whispered "dude..." in furtive tones.

Perry shrugged. "He's not gonna punch me, it'd ruin his beautiful manicure."
He grinned as Manny stormed out of the shower and rounded on him.

"Thank you." Smiling sweetly, he ducked past Manny and disappeared into the cubicle before the other boo could raise a fist.

Oh no doubt Manny would make him pay later, but with any luck he'd manage to slip out while the guy was distracted and make a clean get away.

Rory was having a weird dream. He was floating along in a river on a gondola with Marceline, guiding it with a long pole. Somewhere in the distance, a deep-voiced gargoyle ghoul sang a French love song, despite gondolas being more of a Venice sort of thing.

"Marceline..." Dream-Rory said, his voice not wavering or cracking in the least. "There's something I want to say to you....Something I've wanted to say for a long time..."

Marceline leaned in close. She took off her hat and let it trail in the water as the two of them filled the front end of the gondola. Her lower lip brushed his....and then she raised her hat out of the water, full to the brim and started pouring it into his mouth.

"Gl-glub...glub..." Rory tried to protest, but could do nothing but sputter. Suddenly, his eyes sprung open as the realization that he had been dreaming hit him like a hammer to a mirror. "Gak!"

Rory swallowed, stood bolt upright and swiveled his head to stare at Venus. Mr. Where retook his seat on the Judge's bench.

"Ah, good. I believe counsul has finished the recess, so let's get back to busin-"

"THE LOCH NESS RESORT WAS NEGLIGENT IN NOT HAVING THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE TEMPERATURE OF THEIR HOT TUBS CLEARLY POSTED NEXT TO THE SAFETY INFORMATION IN THE POOL AREA. WE HAVE A SURPRISE WITNESS, THE TOWEL BOO WHO WILL ATTEST THAT THE MANAGER REQUESTED THAT INFORMATION BE REMOVED BECAUSE IT WAS SCARING OFF THE YETIS!!!" Rory slammed his fists on the table as loudly as he could, eliciting a tiny 'tap.' "THIS ENTIRE STITCHUATION COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED IF THE MANAGER HAD NOT WANTED TO GET A HACKTIVITIES FEE TACKED ON TO THE BILL OF THE TOURING YETI GROUP FROM THE HIMALAYAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!" Rory threw his head upward and yelled the last word. "EAT THAT, VENUS! EAT IT LIKE NITROGEN FERTILIZER!"

"I-" Venus faltered with her notes. She looked at Twyla. "Did you know about this?"

"IT WAS BURIED IN THE RECEIPTS ON PAGE 7,833 OF THE ORIGINAL DEPOSITIOOOOOOOON!" Rory shouted. Mr. Where banged his gavel.

"Mr. Bludworth, I applaud your verge and vigour! Does the plaintiff have anything else to add to this case?"

Venus looked at Twyla, who looked like she wanted to melt into the shadows. Twyla shrugged. Venus sighed.

"No, your honor. The Plaintiff rests."

"Very well." Mr. Where banged his gavel again. "Then, in the opinion of the court, this case is ruled in favor of the Defendant. Dismissed!"

*BANG! BANG!*

The students in the gallery all applauded as Venus, sighed. Rory turned to Rochelle.

"WE WON? WE WONNNNN!" He grabbed the gargoyle ghoul around her arms and gave her a little shake. Spinning on a heel, Rory turned to Marceline. "DID YOU SEE THAT? WE WON! WOO HOO!"

Rory grabbed Marceline and gave her a big hug.

"I FEEL LIKE I COULD CLIMB MOUNT DEADVEREST! OR SWIM THE PACRYPTIC OCEAN! OR FLY TO THE MOON! IN FACT, LET'S GO DO ALL OF THOSE THINGS!"

Dashner was one of the boo's that snickerd. Manny turned to him as he laughed, and Dashner immediately stopped. "Hey bro... Uh... You have a little bit of shampoo... Everywhere..." Dashner smiled up at him.

Another boo came strolling out if the shower. With that, he grabbed a towel and was the first one there, before others decided to make a run for it.

Later...

"Perry, bro. He's gone."

"Really?"

"Uh.. No..." he turned to find the manny hasn't budged. "Looks like you'll have to make a run for it?"

Perry pondered the logistics of this. He wasn't about to streak across campus.

After a few minutes Coach Igor entered the locker room and started his usual pep talk, about how they had to keep their wits about them, not get cocky. The usual.

Using this as an ideal cover, Perry slipped out of the shower.
"Later man, if I live to tell the tale."

He snickered and ducked off to get dressed as quickly as he could.
Manny wouldn't try anything with Coach in the room.

As soon as the lecture stopped, Perry made a dash for it.

"HEY!" Manny called after him, but he wasn't about to look back.

It's TUESDAY!!!

Yes, Monday was over. For many of the students it felt like it had gone on forever. Days at the least in many heads. rofl But now it was a whole new day in Spirit Week and a day closer to the big Tombcoming game, and more importantly; the Tombcoming DANCE!

Students slowly filed onto the campus of Monster High, passing through the creaky gates, emblazoned in the uniforms and outfits of their favorite sport or sport team.

There was a loud screeching sound, coupled with random outbursts of a wild motor roar, as the gi-normous SUV of Glen's swerved into the parking lot, screeched to a hat, revved up and started again, jerking to and fro like the driver were attempting to make a milkshake. It finally found itself deposited aka parked parallel in two parking spaces, neither of which was designed for such parking.

The driver door swung open and Glen, clad in his SKRM uniform, hopped out and then almost did a Blob Van Doom split before he quickly ighted himself, grabbing hold of the door handle.

Glen glanced inside and said, "Maybe you were right, Drakie. maybe I shouldn't have put on my SKRM skates until after we got to school."