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This time, Levia came prepared. She was certain that there was a cricket trapped in side, for that strange ringing still continued. The grombie had found a can of non-stick cooking spray, reasoning that they wouldn't advertise it as non-stick if it couldn't help loosen some hinges.

Pale fingers pulled the can up, held it out, and pushed down on the nozzle, thoroughly greasing the edges of the door. She reached out and gave it a pull, only to be disappointed by the lack of progress.

((Edit: Ohgosh, I didn't read the new rule thingy about three posts : x *shamed* Well, I lost again anyways XD Levia is still here if anyone wants to RP though!))

Seventy seven. If seven was the luckiest number out there, seventy seven had to be twice as lucky, right? Wrong. So much for that brilliant idea. Maybe meditation was not Cuinn's path to enlightenment after all.

Dejected, the cu sith turned back to Levia. "Apparently that didn't work either. Oh well," he laughed weakly. Somewhat shyly, he smiled at her. She, too, was a victim of this infernal phone booth. Cuinn figured that alone meant they had a lot in common.

The dog spirit's ears perked when he spotted a spray can in her hand. The strange device piqued his curiosity. Gesturing to it, he asked, "What did you use that for?" Was it spray paint?

Had she gotten so angry at the Boogy Box that she was planning on taking revenge?

Cuinn eyed the spray can, listening quietly to her explanation. Ahhh, so she wasn't going to take revenge on the Boogie Box. That disappointed him. He would have loved to watch someone knock that high-and-mighty phone booth down a notch or two! He might even have participated himself.

"The door isn't stuck," he stated. "I'm pretty sure that it's supposed to keep people out. I even tried to break the glass and that didn't work." He shrugged, "It's so frustrating to see others get in, isn't it? I really want to answer that phone inside."

In a way, this girl reminded Cuinn of himself. She seemed very determined to get inside the Boogie Box and was even bringing tools to help... That was smart. Why hadn't he thought of that yet? Flashing a smile, he removed his sun glasses and peeled off his fingerless gloves. After shoving both into his pockets, he offered her a hand to shake, "My name's Cuinn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Levia."

"Others have gotten in before?" She had obviously been too busy chasing down that caterpillar the other day to have noticed, "And there's a phone in there?" Surely not, wasn't it a cricket?

While the grombie had often observed technology, it wasn't something she had much hands-on experience with and thus was likely one of the last solutions that would come to mind. She wasn't sure how long she had been in Halloween town for, as the passage of time had become muddled with days blending in to one another and learning came around every corner. Levia had obviously never seen a phone booth before.

As Cuinn offered his hand, she hesitated. The grombie worried that she would smell too undead, and while she was unsure of his species, he looked canine enough that he could have a sensitive nose. Levia had been uneasy about meeting those who might be prejudice against such, but as the cu sith appeared confident in his motions, she reached out and shook his hand in greeting. Thus far, the festival appeared to bring out the friendliness in individuals.

"Likewise," She replied with a polite smile, "Perhaps we can brainstorm a way to get that door open."

Her first thought was to try reverse psychology on the door. If it refused to open with non-stick spray, then perhaps adding chewed bubble gum to make it more sticky would make it less sticky. When she found herself in a looped conundrum over this idea, she moved on to other thoughts.

"Perhaps compressed air and a rock? If you hold the can upside-down and spray it becomes really cold. Could try to break off some edges." She had discovered this point about air cans the hard way, back when she found a stray can in the street and just had to see what it could do. Nearly froze her finger's skin right off, which wasn't exactly an issue for a grombie, but the experience was still highly unpleasant.

((Edit: Pfffft, Levia's cooking spray totally loosened that door for you Kuro XD Congrats~))

The door gave in with ease as Jericho hit it and he practically stumbled on in. Catching his balance, he shook his head to himself while rubbing his shoulder lightly. It seemed that force was the trick after all. Grinning, he turned his attention to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" he answered, waiting for some sort of reply.

None came, but the thing did spit out a seed at him. So there was that at the very least. As he looked it over, he suddenly got the feeling that he needed to get out, so he quickly hung up and left with his little prize, grinning to the two nearby students as he did so.

Twitch.

Twitch.

Twitchtwitch.

Finally, Malodore squared its shoulders and walked up to the box, grabbing the number handle. First rattling, then fiddling, then all-out shaking...

Nothing! Ugh. Malodore forced itself to let go of the handle and turned, only to very nearly leap back into the box in surprise. It had been so focused on the handle and the ringing that it hadn't even realized Jericho was there! "Ah! Jericho, you startled me..."

It put one hand over its undead, un-beating heart. Why? Who knows. Social conditioning dies hard.

Seeing Malodore jump like that, Jericho grinned and chuckled a bit nervously.

"Oh sorry," he apologized. It wouldn't do to accidentally scare his good friend to... undeath? Come to think of it, the dragon wasn't even sure if Malodore was capable of a heart attack any more. But that was besides the point. The Plague doctor wasn't someone he wanted to startle or scare.

Glancing towards the door, he saw the two prospective students still looking for a way to get in. It seemed that Mal had wanted to do the same.

"Don't really know what's up with this box. I managed to get in to try and answer the phone but all it did was spit this seed at me," he said while holding up the little thing. It was a useful item of course, but he was expecting someone to actually... say something on the phone.