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Chuppi was surprised to have her (or his, she should think like a boy) hand taken by female Mort, though it didn't really upset her. Her body may have changed (for the better, she thought) but her personality was still very much largely in tact. That being said she decided it was best to stick with the group for the moment as they all went into the forest, though a strange sound started to play on her/his ears the moments they stepped outside.

Was that.....? Chuppi knew the sound of the ocean from the boat ride during the last field trip she had been on. It made her stomach drop hard, and she frowned deeply. "Does....anyone else hear that sound? Like an ocean calls."

The not so 'she'-wolf waited a beat to see that they had a small group forming, then she was hustling (or stomping irritatedly) after the others outside and towards the woods. Ah, the woods! They had almost always brought some source of peacefulness to the she-wolf.

Just not today, apparently.

And on top of that, as she decided to veer off the this path to another dirt one (what? She normally ran through these woods without following the path!), and hoped that her small group caught her funky hand signals that somehow were supposed to mean 'Follow me!'....LW lost her group. Go figure. She grumbled - it was kind of strange this constant grumpiness she felt - and continued onward.

There was something...strange. Rather large. It kind of looked like a tree- ohey. There was someone else here! With some creature....oh sweet Jack!

"F-Fell?!" LW stammered out. That was Fell, right? Right?! She was the only grim reaper LW knew that had a partner such as Kingsbane. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her gaze fell back on the tree. "Woah. What kinda tree is this?"

Sometimes, especially when compared to his boilfriend, Thackery had a problem feeling appropriately masculine.

Today was especially bad for that.

The Cerberus stood just shorter than usual, hair curling around...a new set of curves. Long, dark lashes framed wide mismatched doe eyes. And her tanned skin showed a little more than usual, the midriff-bearing top tugged up shorter than usual to hide her chest. Though she still wore a scarf tied around her waist, a second was draped self-consciously around her shoulders.

She fidgeted with the latter scarf, pulling it tight as she slunk down the corridor.

"Does anyone know, um, what we're supposed to do?" Piped up a soft voice. Thackery was never going to get used to that.

What the Jack was wrong with this person? Did they just go and...die? Savior walked over to the collapsed body and poked it with his foot, an eyebrow raising itself. No, the body was still very much alive - there was no scent of death to it at all - but they weren't awake. The concept of fainting, even with Savior's slightly improved functioning, was still strange.

....this person still smelled pretty bad though, were they rotten or dead or something? If so Savior was going to totally leave them here all on their own.

It had taken Jove a bit of time to muster up enough courage to leave the dorms, but finally he had set out to find LW and see where she had gone to. He had removed those stupid pretty hair clips in a childish fit, and then fretted for awhile before realizing it was probably EVERYONE who was affected. And that being a ghoul temporarily probably wouldn't give him cooties.

Finally he had sniffed his way out to the woods, a place that naturally soothed his nerves, and calmed his mind. It gave him a little bit more balance and clarity. So what if he was missing... something? He didn't even understand what it was for anyway. So it should be no big deal. Right?

Trotting down the path, he caught sight of a number of students. And then the redhead that was boil-LW. He wandered up shyly, hiding behind the werewolf as though nervous about being seen by everyone else.

((For anyone interested, Jove looks... pretty much the same as usual. XD;; ))

At teh sight of what had happened to Barth unfolded, Christof's rather lusher lips trembled in horror and mixed emotions. Thankfully, a flailed frantic attempt to communicate was cut short by the scream of his phone in his pocket. "Was-not-me!!" She finally flailed, reveling a rather... curvaceous build of his own, even his hunch seemed more of a slouch, his labcoat practically falling off of him, "Calder," He signed finally, pointing to the message for Barth to read. "Very-strange!"

Nuru quickly jotted something on the stolen feather and attempted to stick it to Zar's cleavage. Assuming this didn't get her smacked again she swiveled on her heel in the direction people were wandering.

"Let's go?" And she grinned pretending nothing happened either way. Slap or no slap or worse.

Cymbeline had once been happy... She had her chance on the throne, and was playing with a knife she had 'confiscated' from the cafeteria, humming morbid little tunes as she spun it between her fingers... And then suddenly, she was not exactly herself. Well, she was never quite herself, but never this not herself in such a physical manner. It was... peculiar, and different, and made her wonder if she had finally wandered into the deep side of the Insanity flowing through her veins...

But she had kicked off her heels and adjusted her now gaping top without much of a pause, and strode out of their lair looking for all the world like a brothel boy on a serious drug high. There was no giggling as she wandered off in search of her brethren, and her voice was a deeper than normal tenor as she called out to the first one she found.

"PESTY~ THE WORLD HAS GONE CRAZY~"