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Calder had set the pants down, and reaching into his sporran, sneaked his phone out and took a few pictures. Amrita sharing parts with Shun. Scandalous! Oh, that was juicy. He so could blackmail her now, but first making her aware of why it would drive Christof nuts. If he just showed her, she probably wouldn't notice the gravity of the situation.

Setting his phone aside, he gasped at Roch. "No fair! The only kilts I brought were green." He wished he brought a red one, but he only had found one plaid kilt in the stores, with lots of pleats.

"Then after we get back home, okay? Besides, I ain't confident enough to climb a ladder in one of those things, even if I had one," Roch told him, remembering all too well the moment he'd had with Herryk when climbing down the rope ladder to the observatory.

"Hey, what's everyone's next class?" Roch asked the room at large, starting to examine his vest. He didn't have as many holes in it, so he just shrugged it back on for now.

"Oh. Okay then." The ghoul stared down at her eye and the piece of her face, humming thoughtfully as if she didn't know what to do with it anymore. With a shug she slipped the eye back into it's bony socket and tucked the skin into her pocket for now. "I'm sure you'll adjust really well! If you need help or a spar or something...just come find me!" Thankfully she was blissfully unaware of Calder's planned deception...for now. "Excuse me~" Amrita smiled at the Reaper and then wandered off to find her phone...which was suspiciously close to Calder.

"Oh hey, Roch! Umm...Meditation, I think? Or...training?" The Vetala shrugged, taking a seat next to the Kelpie and dragging her phone out of her little bag. A moment's pause and she dug out the faceplate in her pocket, knocked the loose eyeball out of the bony socket, and placed them both carefully in her bag for safekeeping.

Shehk sunk into her hammock, making a face at her phone... and a small frustrated noise. Feelings were all..

Feelingy.

Nadia had woken from a deep sleep quite a long while ago, just when the first couple of students started filling in. Since then she had stayed on the brink of waking up, in a very pleasant state between dream and reality. The last, somewhat loud, question of the guitar player snapped her back into the real world. She sat up in her hammock and looked around while she answered, her voice a little off from lack of use and sleepiness.

"I'm just from the Toxic Cave, and, let me tell you, you do NOT want to take that up if you are afraid of the dark, suffocation, small spaces, confinement, poisonous gas, deep pools of water that may-or-may-not have something living in them or any combination of thereof. I just barely made it through on sheer adrenaline," Nadia shivered both from the memories and the cool of the air compared to the hammock, and rubbed the bite mark on her elbow, painfully aware that she probably did not want to know what exactly owned that set of teeth. "Like the other Reaper, I'll probably try my strength at sparring next. By the way," Now Nadia turned her head away from the rocker who seemed to be... Pants-less? From the sound of the conversation she heard earlier he was patching them up, but still. Anyway, she turned her attention to the Reaper who replied before her, and winced inwardly, and only inwardly, not wanting to upset the boil, at his injury. Ouch. "How was Weaponcrafting, by the way? I'm deciding whether I should try that out or just stick to sparring for a while," There. Nadia hoped she didn't come off as intrusive, seeing as the Reaper was already engaged in a conversation with another ghoul.

Riley wanted to wait for Canon's answer. She wanted to have a calm, lovely conversation with the ghoul, and find out more about her. But instead, all hell broke loose.

First came Malodore's text. Riley melted into a puddle when she read the phrase tresorina. She loved when Malodore called her its tresorina. It was a selfish happiness, she knew; borne out of sheer jealousy (of a dog, no less!) but that did not lessen how special it felt. Calling her its tresorina made her feel all tingly inside. It was embarrassing. She quickly moved to put her phone away and regain her bearings, when another text immediately popped up. And this one, she could not ignore.

Canon Indy. I regret that a sort of.. social emergency has come up. I wish to continue our pleasant conversation, but I must take care of something for a few minutes. Please forgive this intrusion. She snapped her phone open and texted a very rushed reply, before standing off her hammock.



Even as she wrote this, she looked surreptitiously over at Shehk, who was curled up and staring at her phone. Riley knew the answer to the question she'd just asked, and it dampened the pleasant mood Malodore had just filled her with.

Boils were so clueless. She was so lucky to have fallen for a genderless creature.



As far as she could recall, she'd hardly ever spoken to it in her own language. She hoped it found amusement in trying to figure out what she'd said.

Moving over to Shehk's hammock, she carefully sat down on the other edge, reached out for Shehk's legs, and all but pulled the ghoul to entwine with her. May I ask why you are having what, as far as I can tell, is a very important conversation over text messages? She murmured softly, but with a touch of amusement lacing her voice.