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Suddenly, Muka! Ash giggled and clung to the Strix. "You look amazing! Too bad FEARleading doesn't have outfits like this, huh?" She quickly became distracted with the plethora of students who were arriving and entering their different boxes. Most of them were students she'd never met with a handful of visitors she'd watched mill around the Open House.

And all of the outfits were amazing. It's just most of the students didn't really look like they FIT their costumes. And okay. Maybe a lot of them should have opted for wearing a longer skirt. And okay. Some should have worn some more makeup. But for the most part it was all pretty entertaining.

The banshee barely stifled the gales of laughter that had her almost screaming. Some time during the laughter she'd gotten separated from Muka and Aislin stood alone, trying to calm herself down.

OH. Oh, la. Cady had the urge to wipe away an imaginary tear of pride.

He was so pretty.

As a finishing touch, she leaned over to tie his hair up into pigtails, oblivious to any undue staring. This was just perfect. He would be the prettiest magical...were those breasts?

Ah, well. At least, unlike the other boils, he could always remove his and save them for a ghoul in need later. Without any warning, she spun him around and out the flaps of the box, back first.

"You look great and I'll be out in a minute!" she called after him, stumbling into some less revealing attire. Honestly, she felt his skirt might have been a little on the short side, but her knowledge about the rules regarding boy 'natomy was a little fuzzy. Worst come to worst, everyone would get to see the lovely lace panties he'd picked out - all on his own.

Cady beamed. This was a fun game.

Damien's snickers were starting the cause that painful feeling in his chest again as Roch began to "Oogle" at Nuk's legs like a boil that clearly wasn't walking around in a miniskirt. "h yeah, he knows how to strut them heels, probably can shimmy on the dance floor to boot." he "Hushed" Back to Roch "Oh I'm sure he's got a date, with his hand."

He was rather taken aback by the sudden appearance of another open house guest that seemed to know the musician as he stares at the tail that was shoved into his face that looked like it was on fire. correction, It was on fire as he deftly moved his new ghoul body away before she could set fire to the outfit and cause a wardrobe malfunction. "I actually can't seem to remember, I feel like you came by there but the new outfit has me baffled." he said politely before shaking her hand.

It didn't stop the devious chuckle he had from hearing Levi's muffled scream from inside the box. At least the magical girl form had one use to it.

Riley's eyes flickered up quickly to meet Mal's, and her brow furrowed deeply in confusion. I, uh. She whispered, before pausing. Her cheeks lifted, just slightly, in an expression that would have included pursed lips if she had lips to purse. Ah. Yes. It's the rules, after all. In order to battle, one must.. - Her head turned slightly, still a little struck that Mal had caught her in a rare moment of self-conscious unhappiness, and managed to say exactly what she needed to hear. How embarrassing.

.. What was she saying? Oh, the rules, right. Oh, ah, one must wear one of these ridiculous outfits. Her hands pressed the fluff of the skirt down violently one last time, though she seemed less embarrassed about her attire now that the only person that mattered seemed to find it flattering. Speaking of which..

Will you be changing, to participate as well? The dark mood had all but gone, though Riley still chanced a quick look behind her. Just to be sure..

"I suppose I must," Malodore said, canting its head to one side, slightly. "I get the feeling one defies these... ah... redoubtable trick-or-treaters... at their peril." It glanced back at the boxes with a faint sense of dread. Those emerging did seem more, er, sparkly. And horrified.

"One merely enters a box and emerges changed? Like some manner of odd batterfly?"

"Cupcakes?" Malodore stopped itself from turning to look too quickly. "Baked goods have been popular today. I obtained a pastry-cat of my own at last," it added, puffing up slightly. "I hope it will be a fascinating study."

... It was stalling.

Letting out a sigh, the plague doctor turned around. "Be, ah, right back," it said, resigned, and padded over to an available box. Would it be the... er... manual kind or the automatic kind?

To Malodore's relief, nothing odd happened upon entering the box... but clothing was presented. It made its selection and switched clothes slowly, taking care not to rumple its bandages. When it was done, it put its hat back on...

... only for the box to react, spraying sparkles at it. Malodore clapped both hands on the hat, but it could feel the fabric shifting and changing under its claws.

Then it was done. A final spit of sparkles, once Malodore removed its hands warily from atop its head, gave it a stick. With a skull on it, and satin ribbons.



... How very odd. It craned its neck to try and examine itself from all angles. Thanks to its long neck, it managed fairly well. It wasn't terrible, it supposed. Except for its hat. Its poor, poor hat.

"In the name of the hat, I will punish you," it declared glaring at the box ever so severely.

The box just sparkled back.

With a shake of its head, Malodore shoved the cardboard aside and stepped out. "Is it acceptable?" it sighed in Riley's general direction.

((Edit: Just to make it clear, no physical gendering for Mal. XD Still. So no boobs or anything else appeared!))

Christof attempted to scramble to his feet, face flushing in patches and making the openings between Riley's hasty seams ooze a bit. The shoes... how... did one... he didn't know if he should concentrate on holding his skirt down or keeping his balance, somehow managing the two together as suddenly Mistress's sudden cry about a cupcake made him jump. Glancing around the giant bow Cady had tied around his neck, he spotted Riley wide-eyed at... well, Cady. Dread was suddenly overcome with relief that she hadn't spotted him, immediately trying to shuffle behind the manticor before anyone else got a shot of... oh Fear Alive he was wearing panties.

At the sight of.. was... that... Nuk? Fear suddenly gripped him, but a quick check and... ah. Okay good. Good. Every Part seemed in place, thank goodness. But... His brows furrowed as he glanced down at his chest.

Something was still amiss.

He blinked again, panic returning to his features.

His hands slowly rose up, giving himself a grope.

The lumps on his chest suddenly flinched of their own accord and he gave a startled yelp. They... they were ALIVE??

Joachim had followed everyone to the evacuation site, and from the bottom of his stomach he was starting to regret it horribly. All he could see where skirts..... and no this wasn't just ghouls in skits (not that he wouldn't appreciate that) this was ghouls and boils in sparkling skirts.

He paused and rubbed his eyes, maybe he was dreaming yea this was just some horrible nightmare of a sight that he had walked into that he would just magically wake up from. Yet when Joachim opened his eyes again the same figures were still there, even Muka who was wearing a half of a top and skirt. Ash still looked like she normally did but with a little more sparkle and then there were a few others... that he didn't know and didn't want to question to save what was left of mind.

Spotting Willow, Joachim made his way over to her in a rather awkward shuffle of fear, "err..... what....what is going on here?"