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[Eugene/Mushu ~.~ Land of Departure ~.~ Kitchen -> Corridor]

Eugene melted. ...literally melted. As if trying to respond to Mizu wasn't difficult enough, the teenager turned into a small puddle of water as soon as Zikomo tapped him on the head. Mushu fell to the ground with a yelp and an 'oof.'

The puddle of water began to drift back into the corridor the two had come from, leaving behind a pile of clothes. "What?" said Mushu to the group. "Y'all are actin' like ya neva seen someone turn into a puddle of water before."

The long dragon began to pick up Eugene's clothes. "He always be doin' this: turnin' into a puddle of water and leavin' little ol' Mushu to pick up his clothes like some servant. I did not go through 1,000 years of Guardian school to be some kid's maid." The dragon complained all the way back to the corridor.

"Here are yer clothes, masta," said Mushu before tossing the clothes onto the floor, then crossing his arms and turning his back in annoyance. The puddle of water began to take form and soon stood Eugene, in all his glory. He quickly put on his clothes, then peer around the corner into the kitchen as the group made their way into the dinning hall.

"Mushu," said the teenager. "What do I do?"
"Here's an idea: go mingle."
"But what if they make fun of me?"
"At this point, I don't even care. All I want is some food 'cause you got me runnin' all ova the place and I could feel my stomach eatin' itself." Mushu grabs the scales around his chest and pulls them forward. "You see this? All scales and bone. I need some food. Now ya either man up and make some friends, or stay here in this nasty corridor all by yer lonesome 'cause I'ma go get me some grub."

The red and yellow dragon scurried off to join the group. "Wait up there, now," Eugene heard his Galiant say and watched him disappear into the Dining Hall. The water-bender stayed behind, contemplating whether he should join the rest or not.

{Mizu .:. Land of Departure .:. Halls >> Dining Hall}

Mizu halted and blinked at the student-turned-puddle, still with two people's hands in her own. She still had no idea who she had grabbed, and thus far no voices had declared themselves the owners of the hands she had grabbed. Meanwhile, there was a puddle of student on the floor... Well, Gert and Silver would know what to do with him. She daintily side-stepped the puddle and continued on her merry way to the dining hall.

Chip and Dale glanced behind as they heard someone shouting to wait up, and saw a little yellow and red dragon following after them. The chipmunks hopped down from Mizu's shoulders to meet up with the strange Galiant.

"Hey, are you heading to the lunch room, too?" Chip asked as he kept pace with the dragon.

"You, uh, don't eat chipmunks, do you?" Dale asked nervously, as he noticed the vague snake-like qualities of the dragon.

{Farah : Land of Departure : Kitchen -> Dining Hall}

While everything happened around them, Farah and Cassim were locked in eye contact, Farah glaring and Cassim smiling. Why did you run off? Again. Farah seemed to be asking with his eyes. But if you don't make friends, how will you survive for the next four years? Cassim responded silently. Of course, they were not relying on telepathy or anything of the sort, but it was parallel to numerous conversations they'd had before on the subject. Eye contact was broken when Cassim was grabbed and pulled along. Cassim gave a shrug and followed the girl into the dining hall. "You're a very forward young lady, you know that? Grabbing an older man's hand like that. I'm sad to say that I'm much too old for you. But I appreciate the effort." He said with a laugh, looking back at Farah with a smile and raising his eyebrows.

Hands still balled into fists, Farah watched as Cassim followed the girl, then looked back and raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew what that meant. He did the same thing numerous times in Agrabah, before he disappeared into places where scantily clad women were the attraction. Every time he asked if Farah wanted to come. Every time Farah said no. He didn't really get the appeal. Recently however, he was starting to see girls in a different light. So when Cassim eyebrowed at him, his face darkened into a blush, and put his head down and followed silently. Cassim may have won that round, but he would get him back.

[Eugene/Mushu ~.~ Land of Departure ~.~ Dinning Hall]

"Mmm... Sandwiches," Mushu cooed, rubbing his belly. He turned his head back and shouted, "Did'ya hear that, Gene? SANDWICHES!" He turned to the two Chipmunks and said, "That boy just loves sandwiches."

That was true. Eugene did love sandwiches. Mostly because of the carbs, which, because of his running, his body demanded.

The teenager knew what Mushu was trying to do. And it worked. He began to side step out from behind the wall, then slowly, and with a tremble, began to make his way into the Dinning Hall.

The long dragon looked back and, upon noticing Eugene walking towards their table, turned back to the Chipmunks with a triumphant grin filled with much pride--not a parent's pride, but a cocky pride.

He sat down at the edge of the table, as far away from the others as possible, and awkwardly scanned their faces from where he sat, immediately glancing away if any of them made eye contact with him. The water-bender was having difficulty controlling his nerves and he could feel the molecular structure in certain areas of his body phasing in and out of solid and liquid stages.

Feeling the boy's discomfort, Mushu slithered up Eugene's arm and stood on his shoulders, massaging his neck with his tiny hands. "Hold it together, now," he whispered into his Keeper's ear. "Just relax. Be cool. Ain't nothin' bad gonna happen."

Rasxa became wide awake when a dragon suddenly appeared on the table. Then a couple of the other students appeared. Then the pink blob (Morph) Turned into a hopping, flying, miniature March Hare. This made Rasxa laugh so hard, he fell off of his seat and was rolling on the floor, kicking at the legs holding up the table. The miniature March Hare disappeared, and the pink blob flew over to its Keeper. Finishing off his fit of laughter, Rasxa wiped the tears from his eyes and got back into his seat. Then Silver, the Galiant of the cook, set down a large plate of sandwiches and an even larger bowl of fruit salad. The March Hare grinned at Silver as he began to dig into his piece of cake. Now that the Galiants Keeper was awake, the March Hare didn't have to worry anymore. Rasxa looked up and down the table at all the unfamiliar faces. The only face that was some what familiar was the girl whose Galiant had been around him earlier and was now around a nervous looking boy with the dragon on his shoulders. Looking to where the girl was talking to Silver. Suddenly, Rasxa got up from his seat with a wild grin on his face. He seemed almost calm as he walked all the way around to where she was sitting. Then when he was sitting down beside her he grinned even more and shouted, "Hey I know you! Your Name's Zikomo right?" He shouted so loud that it echoed around the room, amplifying each time it echoed before it died off. Nothing at all was going through his head at the time and all Rasxa could do was grin like some great joke was being told.

[Ferven: Land of Departure: Dining Hall]

Ferven finally emerged from the kitchen after a large clatter. His face and a third of his chest was covered in flour, and in one had, he had his Cheshire Cat hanging by his tail. In the other hand, the cat's head separated from his body. Though the cat didn't seem to mind this, happily humming to no real tune. And how he was humming when half of his neck was still attached to the body was beyond Ferven's understanding.

He sat at the table, putting the head next to him, but keeping a firm grasp on the cat's tail as he gave Silver a half-heartedly sheepish look. "Sorry, ran out before I think Gert actually knew what was going on. Sorry for the mess...." He gave CC's body a shake, which made the cat make a face at the male. One day, Ferven would learn to keep a better eye on CC.

Maybe.

[Ferven: Land of Departure: Mess Hall]

The male sighed as he popped a grape into his mouth. "Not unless you want to see it. And I do literally mean see. It's not pretty." Of course, Ferven was pretty much used to it at this point.