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Coralie's eyebrows raised so high they nearly disappeared into her hair when she saw Claire, much to the Follyjox's bad luck, pick it up off the ground. She was amazed the girl not only didn't hesitate, but seasoned the thing. It all made a little more sense, though, when her stomach opened like a mouth and she chomped down on it willingly. Hu! Cora had been intending more of a...eating a rock or bug type thing. Oh well, she supposed she had guessed poorly on that one, but who that thought the ghoul was an eating machine? And besides, it was still amusing because it was...well, a feat you rarely saw.

"Not bad," she told the her.

Morton's dare was better, though. She almost wanted to laugh, poor, Junko was it? But she had to agree, that Morton was doing her a service. Loosening her up would make the game more fun for her. Regrets weren't something Coralie thought would happen, mostly because she rarely had any when it came to such things.

"That a ghoul," she told Junko with a smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm a bit jealous. That stuff looks delicious."

She then turned her head, glancing around the circle, "Okay so it seems to be...Carthusia's turn." She nodded as the ghoul asked her question to Calder and waited to see the result.

Realizing he was being spoken to (by the girl that Patchy had tried to whack, no less!), Gargantuan gave her a bright and toothy smile. "Hi!" Ohh... She had a very strange looking pet. "It's ok. Patchy didn't mean it, promise." He still didn't realize that it was 'Dasher' that the patchwork had been aiming for, and would wave tentatively at the reindeer. It looked funny, and a little tasty--but G had learned not to eat pets.

It seemed, however, that not everyone had.

Straightening with interest, the swamp creature might have sighed a little, and would lean down to whisper loudly to both Ash and Riley. "That's bad. G got yelled at for doin' that."

Then Junkno got dared to drink... well, something, and she got very happy! His tail smacked into the ground happily at the sight, because this was clearly what the game was supposed to be about! Making people have fun!

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Natalia bowed her head graciously, leaning toward Ren once seated without so much as another word to him. The boil was preoccupied by other things, drinks and ghouls as it seemed, and it wasn't like she was all that interested in his conversation anyway. But, if he just so happened to remark on anything in her general direction, or make a move to tell her how rude it is to press against one’s shoulder when they were merely acquaintances at best; then perhaps she'd be a bit more social. Otherwise, the game had begun and her focus seemed to be all on...

The Follyjox. Well, not anymore. “OH, goody!” Her words, probably only heard by those around her, were said very loudly.

Despite the hint of excitement in her tone, she too looked shocked. There had been no hesitation, the Claire girl did not look the least bit regretful for her antics either. A feeling long since experienced awoke within her, the adrenaline that came from the thrill and nervousness of it all pumping throughout her body. THIS was her kind of game--no risks, no rewards. Propping her elbows onto her knees and resting her chin against clasped knuckles, the werelemur grinned excitedly. Her eyes trailed to the next victim, this time a bit more intrigued than the last.

This--Junko was, after all, a sexy little thing.

What, what? Horrified, Hadiyya stared at the hair as t tangled about the monster's face and a voice called out from the back of her head. "Oh you.." Her voice lowered, the faintest edge of a growl tainting the melodic tones. "That is not behaving." The last was hissed as she gave Junko a reassuring hug before helping her to hr feet so she could join Israfel. At LEAST the boil was offering to braid her, and quite frankly it needed it! "Yes Israfel, do braid it. It looks just lovely that way." Either by his hand, or her own, that evil weave was being controlled.

Left on her own now, the marid popped the tab on the soda Carthusia(was that her name? She thought so, Coralie had just mentioned it.) had given her, took a sip, and did her best to keep a very close eye on the monster and the siren she was currently pearched on, while trying to watch the rest of the game as well. She thought about threatening the poor boil, but he'd already assured Junko he'd behave, so further pestering seemed over kill.

Calder had found a spot in the circle and plopped down, adjusted his hooves and setting his leech on his shoulder. He still had no idea what this sort of game was about, but he liked having fun and being involved. So far, he was involved with many people. He was part of a group. He was with people!

Giddy, he watched as the game started. Simple question – Truth or Dare? Answer – Dare. Then a command was given. Command done. Now this command startled him. Yes, he ate things all the time, often times still moving. Live and dead – it was all meat in the end, but a jollyfox? He had one of those as a pet! Was that a pet? He certainly hoped not, yet strangely as he was concerned he was also curious? Did it taste………good? How tender, stringy, and did it struggle on the way down? He liked struggling food. The more you could hold it under the water and have it trash about, the better. Oh, he was getting hungry and all that there was around was booze. He could smell it from here, and eyed the bottles. It wasn't such a new thing to him. His family always had bottles about, and he was allowed to have some during celebrations. He drank before, but this was Israfel's booze. How different was it?

He licked his lips, not sure if he was hungry or thirsty at this point. Maybe he should have eaten before he came here. With a pout, the next person to get a question and go for a dare got to sit in his friend's lap (cozy), and drink. Well, this certainly seemed like a fun and rewarding game. Yes! He liked it a lot. No bad points here.

Tail sweeping about, he turned away from Israfel and a rather loopy Junko to see a finger pointed at him. "Me?" He asked, and then thought about it. He could be new and go for Truth – but then he paused. Truth. He had so much he had to lie about. He didn't like truth. What if they asked him who he loved?! NO NO! He would not say truth to that.

"Um....Dare!" He stated, perky and smiling. He had no idea what he was getting into. All he could think of was that he was either going to eat something or get something to drink.

Strip. Yessssssssssss.

Natalia turned her attention to Calder, was it? Not exactly aroused by his appearance, and then proceeded to searched the crowd for Yaya...who she hoped was a girl.

Oooh! Israfel had feathers on his head! Teehee! Feathers, feathers...she wanted to pet them! And so she did, nuzzling against the boil with a happy little hum while brushing her fingers against Israfel's feathered ears. So cuuuuute! Suddenly she heard Yaya's name and she sat up, albeit unsteadily, her hand stopping to her seat's shoulder to see what was going on. Whaaaat? Calder and Yaya had to switch clothes? Hehe! Calder was going to look so silly! Junko giggled, her arms wrapping around her middle as she curled into herself with a delighted laugh. "That's SILLY! Yayaaaaa...oh no! Yaya has to get naked?!" Junko's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Noooo! Why were they trying to get her friend naked?! A-and Calder! Why did they have to get naked?

Clearly the poor girl had forgotten that they were switching clothing in the last minute.

The Mistress began to cackle at Junko's expense, but Junko didn't seem to notice. "Can I cover her pleeeeeeeease? Pleasepleaseplease I promise I won't leave Isra's laaaaaaaap." Junko pouted. How would she accomplish this? She had no idea...but in her current state of mind it made sense.