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Alex didn't even have a chance to find out what 'the stick' was. He was distracted, first by the school secretary making a strange phone call, then by a wave from his tall, cat demon friend, with whom he gave a nod in return and a large grin. Before he could even turn back towards King and the banshee ghoul to voice his concerns, or possibly to suggest they perhaps have a go at trying to sneak away, the resounding sound of a ghoul shouting out the word 'bullshit!" rung in his ears. Actually, that might have even caused a good distraction for the zomboil to get out of here without being seen.

Hmmmmm....

Since other students were supplying Arel with answers to his ridiculous question, all of which were typical answers that one might expect, he decided to keep his mouth shut on the topic, though the longer he stayed here, the more uncomfortable and uneasy he began to feel.

Especially since his mind kept going back to that phone call that Arel had recently made.

And then there were gnomes, and before the zomboil really even knew what was happening, he got an up close and personal education on what 'the stick' actually meant. Yep, obviously 'the stick' meant getting bludgeoned into unconsciousness by ninja gnomes.

Upon awakening, the first thing Alex noticed was that he was tied up. Then, he noticed just how soft, squishy, and rather slimy the floor was beneath him as he squirmed his way up into a sitting position, the sludge proving difficult to pull free from. "You have to be kidding me..." He muttered under his breath as he began attempting to loosen the ropes from around his wrists, straining against them, threatening to pop stitches if he wasn't careful. Eventually, his brute strength somehow managed to prevail, and he glared upwards towards wherever that voice was coming through the intercom, even as he rubbed at his freed wrists with his hands.

So it was to be cleaning then. Well, considering he felt like he had done nothing wrong, certainly nothing to deserve a punishment such as this, Alex just continued to rub at his wrists for a time, lowering his gaze to glare down at the floor beneath him. The smell didn't bother him, and really, neither did the disgusting mess of a washroom. It looked absolutely fine to him! Eventually, he struggled up to his feet with the squelching, suctioning, plopping sound of disturbed mucousy slime. Once that was taken care of, he had a glance around at his detention-mates, noticing that several were still tied up, while others had managed to work their way free and few more had even grabbed up one form of cleaning supplies or another from the sticky floor.

Alex folded his arms over his chest, glowering and resolute. He would not be joining in with this. He picked up nothing.

TG woke up on the floor. A gross, disgusting, slimey, sticky, foul-smelling floor of which he had only the strongest urge to escape, but not as strong a urge as the desire to burn the frost demon into a little when he hear him gloat as he opened what he could assume was opening a very new, poor-excuse of a peasant wine. However, since the secretary was farther away, he dealt with with using his many sharp teeth to bite at the ropes. On his long list of people he wanted to be hog-tied by, rented gnomes were nowhere near there.

The ropes were shredded and making sure to resist the urge to set his hands down on the floor to push up, TG peeled from the floor and was once more glad he was bald. This couldn't be said for his tail, which lost a good number of red hairs as he pulled it free from the thick, glue-like, earwax-green stickiness that was layering like a glossy sheen on the floor. His coat would be burned when he got to his room.

"I vote we fine where he is, and break that bottle over his head, and use those very same gnomes he rented to strip him naked and stick him to this floor. Maybe saw off his antlers to make a nice decoration for the demon lounge." He huffed, inspecting his jacket to see the caked on mess and sticking his tongue out in distaste.

"Ooog..." Anna blinked blearily as she awoke, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above her - at least, until she realized she was restrained. "H-hey! L-let me go! Help! Bogeymen!" She kicked and thrashed about, trying to get free and figure out why the jack she was all tied up and dumped into this place.

Amityville detentions were horrible!

Finally, she managed to get her wits about her enough to summon Shibey; the familiar stepped down out of the air and gave her a long look. "C'mon, bite the ropes or something!" Anna pleaded.

... Nothing but silence and OwO.

... "Okay, I'm sorry I let Chaya chase you! P-please?!" Anna whimpered.

After a long pause, the familiar padded behind her. Anna couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt a tug on the ropes, followed by a slackening of the restraints. She shook off the ropes as quickly as she could, staggering to her feet and letting the coils fall to the ground. "Th-thank you," she mumbled.

Shibey sat down in an 'I am ignoring you' sort of a pose.

Anna sighed and timidly began to assess her surroundings. Her... okay, ew, really gross surroundings. What was this?! They had to clean it? That was so mean! Maybe the Princess Corner was better than this... but she was trapped here now. Hurriedly, the witchling secured herself a bucket of clean water, mostly because it was one of the few things she could see that actually was clean.

Now what?

False had been minding his own, cruising down the halls with Sharpie sitting on his shoulder chirping away. It seemed like a good day over all really. Nothing terrible was going to happen everything was swell for him when the world suddenly went dark with a very solid thunk.

When he awoke the first thing he noticed was he was in a rather disgusting bathroom.

"Oh Jack dammit..."

Sharpie nodded in agreement, "You got jumped sir. Gnomes. Gnomes everywhere. I bit one but then they threw me in a bag and now? Now we are here!" The cat ran in a small circle pausing to wave a paw at Anna and Shibey. "Look friends!"

False squirmed about wiggling his hands before small flames flickered to life burning them down around his wrists. "Well at least we have ummm plenty of company?"

Sharpie meanwhile perched atop a bottle of bleach tail swishing lazily.

TG didn't pick up anything yet, and only looked at the cleaning supplies. What was he, a undead? This was gnome work.

Thanatos got out of the ropes...By abandoning his jacket. The filth had ruined it anyway.

Those Jacking gnomes had also taken his popcorn. That, or it was currently lost somewhere, and he was sure that filth-flavored popcorn would not be delicious at all. Either way, he mourned the loss of a bucket of perfectly delicious popcorn as he tried to wipe some of the slime off of him. Flicking some of it off, he soon realized that his shoulders felt a lot lighter for some reason...

...

"Biskoto?"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the filth, there was a very unahppy snake.

West's attention was captured by the squeaky voice that suddenly sounded from behind him. He had plenty of time to wonder what the Jack a ninja gnome army was besides the obvious, why Arel thought he needed one, and why if the faculty had access to such things were they not using them on Hunters, but while he was pondering these vital questions the boil didn't move, leaving him wide open to various forms of immobilization.

When he awoke, he found that he couldn't move his face. His arms and legs seemed stuck as well, but West found the whole face thing to be the most disturbing part of his incapacitation, to be honest. He struggled briefly but violently, grunting out several colorful strings of obscenities before his cheek peeled away from the ground, taking a thick layer of filth with it. Half of the ropes binding him remained behind, and the rest were easily removed once loosened.  He stood and glared around the space, approaching and retrieving a container of bleach from the gunk. If he didn't think it would have caused more problems than it solved, he would have dunked his head into it.