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"Hm? Treasure cave?" She wasn't one hundred percent sure what Alex was talking about. The ghoul wasn't exactly the best at remembering things sometimes. But she didn't recall any cave of treasures. Unless...

A cave of treasures sounded amazing though. With pretty shiny things and jewelry perhaps! Another whimsical look came to her face at the thought.

Leaning over, she cupped a hand to her mouth to whisper at the taller boil. "You think anyone would miss any of those bottles?" Her eyes shifted back and forth. Surely no one would notice. She'd never had cider before and in all honesty she was more interested in showing it to Eisheth to see what she thought of it.

Herryk's creepy creeper creeping hadn't been noticed by Taima, who wasn't in the habit of thinking she might be being stalked by massive mountains of overprotective zombie. She would have been creeped out if she had known--she would definitely start locking her door and windows at night--and she probably wouldn't have appreciated the gesture for what it was. She was a big ghoul, okay, she could cross the street by herself and everything; she didn't need a babysitter!

After rifling through what seemed like a never-ending stack of junk mail and bills, Taima came across a photo full of people engaged in who-knew-what, except that it included someone being on fire. None of the faces in the picture were at all familiar to her--not surprising, she was still the new kid and didn't know a lot of people yet. She pulled the photo out of the pile of junk mail and turned it over to see if anything useful was written on the back.

RUNNING LIKE A BAWS

The conversation was starting to get good. Poke could hear talk about a key, and a secret passageway. It must of been the one from the trance, but before she could hear anything else, she froze; those steps were coming closer...

And if it wasn't obvious that the secretary knew there were students here, his next words just made it so. She could practically hear him begging to get moving, and she was loathed to get in trouble when she had not been here for long. Without further prompting, she bolted from the door, finding safely inside Arels office, which had become rather crowded with the other students taking refuge inside it as well. She could see King was here, not to mention shun and Mitsu who were....

....She wasn't going to ask, but there was a group of students already assisting the lycan, so she was pretty sure she would be okay...hopefully.

With a bit more squirming and some help Mitsu managed to pull away from the door and free of the shadow tentacle. She wasted no time in stepping behind Shun, staring at the door as it waiting for the Head Mistress to burst through her. All the while she kept the key clutched in her fingers tightly.

Oh. Well maybe Mei hadn't actually been a part of that class. Well, never mind then, maybe he could fill her in on the details later. He continued to have a glance around, noticing that Mort had just arrived as well, but getting distracted first by Mei, who was craning up to talk to him. He leaned down so that he could hear her better over all of the noise. Somebody was screaming bloody murder over by the paper shredder, and that was fairly distracting.

"Well, there are certainly enough of them that you might get away with it." He frowned, unsure of what to think of Mei talking about the possibility of stealing alcohol. Alexander had been drunk once before and it had been the most miserable night of his unlife, followed by a horrible day. He and Yin had gotten into a bit of a misunderstanding and it had seemed like their friendship at the time was coming to an end.

Funny how things changed.

Before he could even hope too lecture her, not even knowing what her true intentions were, Mort had fully approached them, and was asking a question.

"Well, over there somebody appears to be getting eaten by the shredder. And over there Yin seems to believe that boil is a ghoul. I tried to tell everyone they should probably pack up and move out, but well..as you can see nobodies really listening." Alexander grinned at that. "Do you think we should maybe make ourselves scarce before Arel arrives? He sounded like he was in a bit of trouble, and I'm not all that sure I want to meet whoever it was that he was with." Really, the secretary was a nightmare enough.

Putting a finger to her bottom lip in thought, Mei went about pondering ways to slip one of the bottles out.

Her attention was soon drawn to the other Undead boil who had joined them. She grinned up at him as Alex went about getting him caught up on the situation. The small ghoul put her hands on her slender hips. "Or whatever it was. Perhaps it was the key master....maybe Arel is a gate keeper?" She peered about suspiciously, as if expecting someone to jump out of the shadows.

Putting a thumb to her cheek she tapped her chin with her pointer finger. "But what if Arel is in like some really big trouble?" Mei clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Although...if Arel is in big trouble with something nasty I'm not sure I'd wanna be here..."

"Heh. Well, didn't you know? We are trouble making lot," Mort grinned. "If trouble doesn't find first." It was catching really; Mei wasn't the only one eyeing the cider bottles, for instance. The zomboil wasn't one to drink anything beyond the occasional Spite or Mad Dr. Pepper, but the idea of taking not only something from Arel's office but contraband, well . . . For some reason, it had an appeal to it.

The idea of the secretary being any sort of gate keeper was almost silly, given what he remembered of the whiny past-Arel he'd witnessed during the Trance. "Maybe. But if something nasty comes to school's way, think sh-should help stop it," he commented, listening to talk of keys and collections with a curious face. "Also, uh . . . what's with the box?" He gestured to the object between Yin and the not-actually-ghoul-boil.