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She wasn't quite sure how they'd gotten back on the boat in the end; she was numb all over again, even more so than from that brief dip a few days back. Arachne was just glad to be back on board, and had rolled onto the deck, just lying on the wooden boards, looking up at the sky.

'Jack.' she murmured again. That would teach her to start thinking that the journey might be okay, might even be fun. She turned on her side, sliding towards Ren and put out one tentative hand, she wasn't the best one for giving comfort as she didn't do it very often, and was still shivering herself.

'You're okay. Safe now' she said, squeezing his shoulder. She wasn't so sure she was though; she'd saved a monster, and was having all sorts of conflicting feelings about it - he was Gabrian's friend, and she wouldn't want to hurt a demon, and he was decent enough for a monster. This school was turning her into somebody she didn't recognise, and this trip was just adding to her personal turmoil. She looked at the boil and nodded;
'The way this trip is going it'll be all I have left..' she patted a squelching trouser leg.

By the time Gabrian had managed to yank the damned ropes from around his leg Mac, Rosciel and Arachne had managed to haul Ren back up on the deck. While he was quite sure it'd been a group effort (weren't these things always a group effort, after all?), he noticed that the one to actually managed to give the gryphon the rope that had technically saved him had been the demoness. As such, it was Arachne whom he addressed first, "Thank you... so much," he then turned towards the others, aiming his words at them all, "All of you, thank you," that said, he unclasped his cloak cape and wrapped it around Arachne's shoulders, leaning into her so he could whisper, "If there's anything I can do to help you, ever, come and fetch me. I owe you a favor," he'd said it so softly is was probable only the demoness heard it, "I trust you're okay - I recall the swim team tryouts and you were one of the best."

Leaning away from her, he motioned at the cloak, "Keep it until you can get yourself changed," then he finally turned towards Ren whom was having a bit of a mental breakdown. He neared the gryphon and waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention; he'd seen the boil in this sort of state once before and thus knew how to handle the situation, "I'm afraid he's not going to be able to move unless you carry him, Mac. Last time was not nearly as bad as this time; it was a mostly shallow river, and I had to carry him back to the dorms," Unfortunately, now they were not as alone as they had been that first time he'd dragged Ren out of a river and as such... this was probably going to be a touch more awkward, "Allow me," he maneuvered around the Reaper to address Ren then, "I hope you realize that I haven't brought my hair dryer with me," the demon knew his friend knew what he was referring to, and as such offered him a slight smile before moving to snake his arms around his frame. One latched around the gryphon's back while the other curled under his legs and soon enough he'd lifted him into his arms bridal style as he stood up.

Without so much as another word, he carried his friend off to the lower decks. Mostly because he no longer trusted the deck to be a safe place for Ren and because... well, given his previous experience with the gryphon and water, if he didn't get him dried up, there was going to be trouble. Specially seeing as how last time, Ren had been unable too walk two paces without collapsing and now he had the added seasickness which had not been present that last time, "I'll be back," he called over his shoulder, "I need to get him sorted before he winds down with pneumonia."

"At this rate..." The Reaper trailed off, offering Arachne a mild smile. It seemed he'd have to put up with at least damp clothes soon, as his spare clothes were dwindling down pretty fast. Wait...did she just...call him 'sir'? Well then. The Demoness received a rather blatantly surprised, wide-eyed stare until she disappeared below deck. Huh. He wasn't expecting that.

"By all means." Mac murmured then to Gabrian, remembering where he was and too tired to do any more snarking on the issue. It was pretty clear that the two were abnormally close friends (in fact, Mac was starting to suspect 'more than just friends' as their actual title), so it was best for him to stay out of it. So he stood off to the side, working to get the excess water out of his clothing before he dripped everywhere below deck. "Take your tiiiime~" Mac breathed out to the Demon, meaning every word.

That, of course, was when he heard it; a familiar little jingle from his belt; alright, so it wasn't a jingle so much as a series of beeps, but the point was, he heard it. Surprise flit onto his face and he dropped to his knees, grabbing his discarded belt to dig around in one of the pouches, pulling out an eyephone. It was a little wet, but it was still functioning.

Thank Jack. Thank Jack!



The text itself made him frown, flopping back onto his butt with an exhausted sigh. Even from a distance she managed to drain what little energy he had left. What was with that fish...? It looked...just, ugh. Stupid, stupid girl.



Alright, so his text back was a little harsh, but whatever. She'd get over it. Sighing, he put his phone back in the belt for now, and went right back to wringing the excess water off his person.

"Alright, I'm going below, too. It's candlejackin' cold, man." He said out loud to Alwine, Tabitha and Rosc. Grabbing his things, the Reaper stomped below deck, his boots making rather obnoxious schwelch noises the entire way. He paused before one of the doors, thinking he heard crying, but he just passed it off as water in his ears. There was no way, really. Once at his bunk, he stripped out of the wet clothes and into a dry pair, thanking jack he though ahead enough to pack a thick turtle neck as an extra shirt. Dressed in dry clothes once more, he huddled under a blanket in an attempt to restore his own body heat.

Lizzy's text managed to wake him up from a rather random and quick nap. Shaking his head, he grumbled at the annoying beeping noises and checked it. Whaaat...he wasn't mean, he was adequately responding to her resounding stupidity. It was her own fault, really. The text went unresponded to but not deleted, and Mac decided to brave the deck again; apparently two trips in the water plus a few musicals wasn't enough to deter him from his adoration of boats. There he was, barefoot and with a nice, dry pair of black pants and a green turtle neck, looking out over the edge when he had a tin handed to him...and something about hot chocolate?

He could use hot chocolate.

He looked at the tin, at the Sleuth, and then down to the stairs that led to the bunks. Well...it would be a shame to miss this, right? How chocolate was warm, surely it would help. Excusing himself from the Sleuth, the Reaper ran back downstairs, obnoxiously knocking on every closed door and any door that sounded like it had someone in it.

"Yo! Sleuth's got hot chocolate or somethin' up there, c'mon it's nice n' hot!" He called out to every door he knocked on, making sure everyone who wasn't on deck could hear him. When he was happy enough with his work, he headed back upstairs, to make a cup of hot chocolate of his own.

And, of course, it was perfect. Just the thing he needed, really.

Arachne jolted awake, forgetting where she was for a moment, wondering what she was doing asleep in coat and undies. As she rubbed her eyes it came back to her; she was on the boat, in her room and she was in undies and a coat as she'd gotten soaked. Again. Sitting on the edge of the bed she fished around in the pockets of her luggage, pulling out her skellyphone and checking it. She had one text and she read it, a little smile on her face as she did so;



She tapped the keys, sending a short response back and stashed it away again, checking on the first set of clothes that had gotten wet, and hanging up the other lot. She pulled out another outfit, wriggling into soft black trousers, and a large, comfy black jumper with a design of silvery spiders on the shoulder and down one arm.

Once on deck she took a mug of hot water and a sachet of the drinking chocolate and drank it, seated on deck with her back leaning on the railing. She rubbed at her eyes, she wasn't quite awake and she was sure that her face was probably still puffy from the tears. She looked into her mug, swirling the contents, deep in thought.

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Gabrian had heard the almost singsong tone in Mac's tone but all he did to acknowledge it was to look over his shoulder and arch a brow slightly at the reaper. However, at Arachne, he offered a small smile and a nod before vanishing down under the deck. It was thankfully when they were out of earshot that he snorted at Ren, "Hairdryers are not girly. They're quite handy at times; like now, for instance, but you're going to have to make due with what we have; did you happen to bring your skellyphone with you, by the way? I believe I left mine back at the dorm and I'd like to attempt to contact the ghouls," after all, given the way the way things were going on this boat and the tendency both ghouls had of getting themselves into trouble... Gabrian was rightfully worried.

"It will get better," it was all he could offer as he let the gryphon down, busying himself with trying to find his friend's skellyphone as his friend changed, and it was only once the nix had pulled it out of a bag of clothes with a triumphant, "Hah!" that Ren gave him a hug. For a moment, he blinked and stilled, and then slowly returned it, patting his friend on the head, "It will get better, you know..." he watched as the gryphon fell asleep on his bed and... well, occupied himself with checking his groanspring after he too changed into a more comfortable, dryer set of clothes as the other boil napped.

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It was Mac's knock on their door that pulled him away from Ren's phone some good time later, and when the gryphon stood up, stretched and stumbled out of the room, the nix pocketed the phone and followed after him.

Taking the mug from Sleuth, he prepared his own cocoa, looking rather happy that this was one of the few things he could actually prepare without fear of... a catastrophe. In fact, when he was done with his own mug, it even had a nice little marshmallow swimming at the top and he grinned at it. Alas, not everyone was as lucky with their cocoa as he was, and after casting a single glance at Ren, he motioned towards Arachne silently, "Now's your chance," that said, he moved towards where the demoness sat, lowering himself down to a crouch before her, "Would you rather take mine, my dear? Something tells me you're the sweet type," he offer her his mug with a slight tilt of his head, as if, apparently, willing to trade with her.

GM EVENT POST: DAY 6

Alwine had no need to eat. She was a ghost, and very happy about this fact. However, the thought that others could starve made her worried.

First things first. She had no need for hot chocolate herself, but the mug was already passed out and she figured someone hungry could have her share.

Her skellyphone was buzzing as she tried to make the concoction. It turned out perfect, even with little marshmallows!

"I have no need for a drink. Would anyone enjoy mine? Especially with this lack of food..."