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Ronan had spent little thought on today's theme, beyond the idea that wearing ice skates to school was likely the worst idea ever.

Now however, he was rather hoping the weather didn't take a turn for the worst. He was starting to miss his cozy warm coat and scarf, there was a certain safe familiarity about his usual attire and costumes and silly outfits just made him feel conspicuous and exposed.

He hurried to his locker to collect his books and happened to look up in time to spot his tomb coming date.

"Dorianna!" He called, it had occurred to him last night that he needed to confirm details with her about the dance. The biggest being picking her up, as he was fairly certain going anywhere near her home was a bad idea.
Meme's list of potential expectations ran through is head and he felt his gut knot.

"How original," Melody thought, wearing a similar outfit two days in a row."

Even if it was a new day, at least she was a bit more covered in terms of wardrobe. But the surfboard she managed to borrow from the drama department, hopefully they wouldn't mind. After all, it was all in terms of school spirit, right?

Melody wasn't fond of sports, any at all really; but surfing, that was special. She hadn't been able to do it in years but when she was able to, it was something she had always enjoyed. Especially when the day was just right.

She waved at her friends and waited for Dashner and Roswell so they could discuss the topic of the dance a bit more. Hopefully she wouldn't get as much attention as she did yesterday.

"Morning, all!" Draconia strolled into school, wearing her tennis outfit. Tennis was a great sport for a wide-winged ghoul like herself. Only one person on each side of the court, no one else to bump into, and a goal of launching the ball back every time it was served. She twirled her racquet and waited for Glen to join her inside.

"Anyone fancy a game after school?"

Vinnie rolled her eyes at the ridiculous attire of her classmates... conformists, all of them... Couldn't they see that this whole Spirit Week thing was a way to establish a hive mentality and keep them from asking too many questions?? At least she knew that she was enlightened enough to resist.

Even so, Tombcoming sounded fun to her; She'd never admit that aloud, of course, but as she grabbed her Hiss-tory book from her locker she knew how she'd be able to enjoy herself without smearing her reputation. Closing her locker and pressing her back against it, Vinnie watched the boo she'd give everything to dance with stroll by: Dashner Hawke. She smirked and lifted herself from the lockers, throwing her arm around his wingspan as they walked.

"Hey there, Pigeon!" Vinnie smirked. "I have a proposal for you, see? This Tombcoming thing... it sounds like a joke. But I think it'd be fun if you and I crashed it. I mean, I could plug my diePod into the DJ system and get some decent music playing... not to mention free dinner! Pick me up at 7?"

Motthew heard Perry call out to him and smiled as he walked over "Thanks!" he said, pushing his helmet up "I saw your tricks outside. Seems like your right at home on that board." he said with a smile.

And as hexpected, Glen arrived at the side of his beastie, but rather than 'yay or ney' her offer of a game of tennis, Glen was giving Perry the obvious 'stink eye'... as much as Glen was capable of giving someone the stink eye.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Glen muttered somewhat audibly. "I coulda ridden my board today, Drakie!"

Glen folded his arms over his chest in a classic Glen-pout. "Hmph!" Glen huffed. "Stealing my bit..."

Rory walked out of the boo's bathroom, dressed in his Physical Deaducation gear. To be honest, Rory didn't/couldn't participate in a lot of sports, and he hadn't really found one yet that he didn't fear would reduce him to a pile of shards by the end of a single match.

But, hey, Physical Deaducation meant ALL sports, right? So this had to count for the Ghoul Spirit theme! As Rory headed to his locker, he heard a triclops call out.

"Hey! It's him!" Rory looked behind him. There was nobody there. The triclops ran up and grabbed his hand. "Hey, congrats on your big win yesterday! Overcoming all odds! That's incredible!"

"You mean at Murk Trial?" Rory asked, a bit bewildered. Was courtroom stuff really that popular at Monster High? "Thanks, I mean, it was only a practice, so-"

"I can't BELIEVE Gryff tried to poison you so he could walk away with the Tombcoming crown!" The triclops gave Rory's hand one last shake and released it. "I read all about it on the Ghostly Gossip!"

"WHAT?" Rory squeaked. "That, uh, that wasn't what hap-"

"I always knew that guy was sort of a pill, but to slip you a mysterious vial and then escape through the window? That's real cloak and dagger stuff right there! Straight out of a Thorn Clancy novel! Everyone I've talked to agrees, your comeback was nothing short of uhh-mazing!"

Before Rory could say anything, the triclops held up his hand and turned to the rest of the hallway.

"Look! Here he is! Rorrim Bludworth for Tombcoming Scream King!" A smattering of cheers broke out amongst the students. The triclops turned to Rory and gave him a thumbs up. "Seriously, bro. Way to rise above the adversity! I can't wait to see what you do next."

And with that, the triclops wandered off. Rory was stunned. How in the WORLD had the Ghostly Gossip come to the conclusion that Gryff had tried to poison him?!

Layla gasped.

"Oh Draconia!"

She slithered up closer with a look of delight on her face.

"You play? Oh I'd love a game after school!"