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"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Morrrrrrrrrrrrrt!" Was his very enthusiastic greeting to his zombro, though he only had time for that before he needed to get back into action, and get the part of his bone leg back that he had thrown before somebody scooped it up and took it away. "Now if you'll just excuse me." He said to anybody nearby before throwing himself forward, sliding across the more then slippery enough gymnasium floor towards where his leg bone had landed and grabbing it in his arms, rolling onto his back to click it safely back into place.

"Now where did that War dude take off to?" He mused out loud, before all hell broke loose in the form of slime and fruit and one big disgusting mess.

Swimming in slime? Sounded pretty damned exciting, actually! Alex rolled back to his feet, taking time to note the slime covered secretary, Arel, with a large grin and a burst of laughter before he scrambled forward and threw himself into the pool. After all, he didn't need to breathe, so what harm could there be?

Apparently there was much, much harm to be had as he was tugged downwards by the disgusting, thick and heavy slime. Had he actually thought that this would be fun? He opened his mouth to call out for help, forgetting that this was a stupid thing to do when submerged and ending up with a mouth full of grossness.

Time passed and he wondered if he was ever going to escape. Realizations of his life, the universe, and everything began to form clearly in his mind. A number....

He was suddenly pushed back above the surface, opening his mouth to let out a spew of gooey gross slime pool water and coughing, making his way to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out to lay on the gym floor once more.

Never again.

More splashing about. The slime was getting everywhere. On him. On people nearby. He was pretty sure he hit someone maybe.

Perhaps he hit himself.

..Kettil hated life right now.

Ever get that sinking feeling? Kettil definitely was. He'd stopped flailing about after he noticed that it wasn't getting him anywhere. Sinking.

Submerged.

His world became dark.

...Thoughts were hazy but meaningful and then the faces of those he cared about most flashed in his mind's eye, ending with Freya's face.

After a few seconds he resurfaced with a loud gasp.

"AUGH. FREYA. YOU HERE?" Kettil was not in his happy place anymore. He didn't want to help anyone anymore. They can find their own things.

He's had it.

As he resurfaced he got hit with more slime. FANTASTIC.

"Mort... you are quite cute, I suspect, but how much have you had to drink?" Amarus asked him, shaking her head and still smiling faintly as her bells rang. "Wait, after all that butter?! What have you been doing? Why would anyone eat a lot of butter? Mort..." Amarus eyed him disapprovingly. She wasn't usually one to mother-hen anyone, but seriously, Mort-- who does that? Had she known about Bells and Mort dating, yet, she would definitely have asked if she knew and what she'd have to say about that. It sounded nauseating.

... And at least he was not dead from land-shark attack. Well, in pieces, anyway. Amarus leaned over him. "Need a hand?" she joked, her face deadpan. "Mine isn't detachable, but I'll still lend it to you." she reached down to help him up once he wasn't quite so tired. Or let him lie there, really-- was all the same to Amarus.

Until the pool became... well, gross. She attempted to help with the things that were lost inside it. She aimed for the glasses, but they were too... small, so instead she picked up the rather lovely sword and went to return that to the student in question. A far nicer item, anyway! She added the 50 silver seeds to her pouch, and headed back towards Mort. As she went, she went as transparent as possible to shed the slime, and returned practically crisp and fresh.

"Mort, given you are already trying to, um, drown yourself, perhaps we should find this punch and sample it?"

"Well 've course m'cute," he muttered as he attempted to wipe his glasses on his cleaner bits of shirt, slightly offended that she could think otherwise. He wasn't just cute he was Jackdamn /handsome/. "But 'pparently haven't drunk 'nuff for this...Thanks though."

Ignoring a scandalized Xiu, Mort slid his glasses back on and dove into the strange mix of too, pushing past disgusting lumps of fruitcake (slowly, since he didn't have to breath) until he came across something book shaped. Satisfied, he pulled himself back out wih a loud cry of, "SUCCESS!"

Alcohol was /awesome/. Everything was just fun and no worries! No borig worrywar Mort here, no sir!

"I saaaay get some celebratory punch this way," he told the ghouls with a big, gooey grin.

There was almost no time to reply to Freya as a giant fruitcake exploded everywhere and the Valkyrie was off diving around in it. For a moment Belladonna considered doing the same, but then decided against because ummmm, she probably was never going to get that stuff out of her hair. So, thanks. But keep your icky fruitcake as far away from the witch as possible, thanks.
At least there was more punch now! And the first cup had been delicious so Belladonna decided another cup couldn't hurt. All the noise of people floundering around (and being attacked by those sharks, jack they were everywhere!) didn't distract her one bit as she knocked back another glass.
And didn't really feel much different. She already loved everyone, so what else was there to feel but a bit... Happier? Yes, that.

Curious to the goings on in the pool, the witch tip toed closer and saw--
"DOOLSIII. No, wait, DU-OOL-SIII!" She shouted with a jump and a wave of her hands as she spotted Kettil in the muck. There you are! Freya was so worr--AAHHH NOO"
Alas, poor witchling was a bit too excited and fell right into the stuff she had wanted to avoid.
There was a lot of screaming (and definitely cursing) as the witch flailed around in the muck, but it all stopped when she realized Oh lookie there, a bowling ball? So confused about why such a thing would be... Who carries a bowling ball to a party? The witch grabbed it nonetheless and somehow used it to help move the muck out of her way to back onto shore.

With a brandish and a bit of a glare, the witch handed the bowling ball back the gnome. Naturally it was a gnome's.
"My dress is ruined." She mumbled to no one in particular.

Belladonna has found the Bowling Ball

Vanya gave a grin and stuffed the paper away. "Thanks for that. And yeah, haha. But at least you get to make new friends, right?" She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the crashing of the cake and the screaming of various patrons. She had to admit; she'd jumped a little when it initially happened.

She watched as students started to dig through the slime through and gave a shudder, thinking of her hair. It wasn't worth the trauma. Not for all the silver seeds in the world. "I'm.. uh.. Gonna step out of the way. Thanks again." Turning, she moved to as far away from the pool as she could possibly get, keeping herself on the look out for any ghouls or boils that wanted to mess with her.

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THERE WAS A LANDSHARK IN THE WATER!

Alexander swam for his poor, undead unlife. He was beginning to wonder if it was true and that this amazingly toothy beast either had it out for him or had a bit of a crush on him.

He did not stick around to find out.