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"Trying to get my mind off the horror clown, work with me here," Dashner muttered at Ronan. The weather obviously want nice, it was dark and raining.

Ascreama mumbled an apology to Meme and smiled, then started to look at the cart's display.

Meme turned to the boys who seemed to be in deep discussion about the weather. "That's some nice small talk you got goin' on there," she commented, with a wink.
Ronan's question about the circus was a frequent one, but it still made her laugh. Ascreama squeaked at the sudden rumbling chortle.
"No no, no circuses for me. Not until after clown college, anyway." She said, crossing her arms and leaning her back against the stand. "Too many unhealth-and-unsafety rules about minors in a 'dangerous working environment' or something.."
She eyed Ascreama who had walked around the other side of the cart, dipping her fingers in pots of sparkly confetti and giggling to herself.

"And for the record, she's the giggly one." gesturing with her thumb to the pink blob.

"Yeah, there's a day-scare centre close by and it's the holidays so there are plenty of kids who want balloons. It's fun!" Meme said with a smile.
Her stomach growled like a loud, angry beast.
"Ugh," She said, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "I'm so hungry I could eat a customer!"

Vinnie walked in big strides, eyes forward, a smirk creeping through the tendrils on her face. It's hard to look unassuming with green skin and a mohawk, but she tried her best not to attract any attention. She skirted her way into the food court and slithered into a corner table, tucked away from the main corridor of the maul. Slipping her purse quickly onto her lap, she discreetly examined her haul -- A few crumbled tops from Aberzombie and Stitch, some die-signer statement pieces from Dolce & Ghoulbana (they'll sell for a good price on FleeBay), a skirt from Howlister, a tester bottle of ghoulogne from Fearopostale, and a myriad of cheap jewelry from here and there -- not bad for the last hour.

She heard a familiar voice echo through the food court. Glancing around, she spotted Dashner Hawke, her favorite little punching bag, chatting with a clutch of odd monsters. One looked like she came out of a troll's nose; another appeared to jump straight off of a box of frozen fish-sticks; the third might've rolled out of that circus tent Vinnie spotted downtown, or at least made her outfit with the scraps of it. Not a particularly interesting-looking group, but Vinnie was intent to have a bit more fun on her outing. She tucked her purse tightly under her arm and sauntered off in their direction.

"Pigeon!" She addressed Dashner with a curly smile. "Funny running into you here!"

Ascreama watched a green monster sashay towards them. The stranger talked to Dashner who looked a little pained at her sudden arrival.
"Vinnie," She repeated under her breath as it force herself to remember. Afterall, remembering without a brain was hard. She wiggled her still glittery fingers in greeting when Dashner introduced them. "Hey." She said meekly.
Vinnie looked confident and cool, which made Ascreama's insides pang with a slight longing and jealousy. "How does she do it?" She thought to herself, admiring the fabulous tentacles.

"The girl can eat when she likes," Meme said snarkily to Ronan. She pointed two fingers from her own large red eyes to his.
"I need to keep my strength up!" Ascreama chimed up in the background, tucking in to the left over treats from this morning.

"Hey! Nice to meet'chya," she said, jumping up so enthusiastically that her hair bounced and her various charms and bells jingled and jangled. She offered Vinnie a hand and a huge grin, "My dad's a big fan of your ol' man!"

Glen watches pitifully as Draconia and the others made their way across the busy intersection via the crosswalk, en route to the Looking Glass. Chase would have hitched the ride but considering it was his little sister and baby brother, he went with as an escort like any good big brother should -- and would.

Still, he would have been glad to drive them. He enjoyed doing it, and it was safer in his humble opinion. Still, it was too late to look back on that fact now. He turned and gave a pucker faced, sour expression toward the ever constant presence of his orc bodyguards and sighed.

"Okay, might as well get this over with. Hop in guys."

One particularly fierce looking orc said in the usual orc-brusque tone of voice, "We came in the van, young sir."

"Huh?"

"We came in the van." He snarled. "That is how we got here from your castle in the first place."

"Oh?" Glen blinked, then gazed at the crosswalk just in time to see his bluddies reaching the other side of the road. "Oh..."

The orcs followed him to the maul by their van. D'oh! So he could have given Drakie and the others a ride after all! They missed out and it was all the fault of those pesky orc guards!

Glen huffed and grumbled, "Fine. Let's go." But as he opened his SUV door and scrambled in (it was like climbing a mountain), he pressed a button on his hell phone and held it to his ear, "Hi, mom?...."