Merope had been up and down the hallways of the undead crypt-dorm several times before he found it. He had to consult the stolen flyer in his hand to make sure, and even then he was still uncertain as to whether or not the person he was seeking was this... this...

Didn’t someone else live here before? He was quite certain that there was a different name on the door than before. Merope glanced at the campaign flyer one last time before he raised his knuckles, pausing long enough to stare at the sign on the door.


Whelp. He wasn’t getting into this room. He knocked on the door: one, two, three. Them he shamelessly began to poke the green air freshener dangling from the doorknob.



She’d been writing a letter. Not the most amazing letter in the world, but simply something to mail to Decebal before the vampire had some sort of heart attack about the lovely ‘art’ he’d instilled into his ‘child’ being squandered away over some other purposes – somehow that mental image didn’t quite seem like too far of a stretch for him. It was amusing at the very least, a thought she could entertain while writing, up until the rapping on her door.

The rapping and the tapping on her chamber bedroom door. She probably would have missed if it if hadn’t immediately gotten Hati and Skoll up and barking, the pair rushing over to the door and scratching at it anxiously, desperate to see what was on the other side. Open, open, open, open, open! They continued to keen desperately as Shehk rose to her feet and crossed the room to actually answer it.

She had a visitor! Somehow…that wasn’t as normal an occurrence as she would have liked it to be. Hmm.

Nevertheless, within about 30 seconds the pricolici had answered the door, opening it and standing in the doorway, half leaning on said door in question. “Hello!” she greeted, taking a moment to look over her visitor – definitely a new one, she’d give him that much. His name was…
…
was….. oh, she knew this. She swore to Jack she knew this…

“Merope, right?” she really hoped she hadn’t just mistaken him with some invisible water-stalking cousin with a fetish for being naked and creeping on people and thus offended her visitor. That would have been one hell of an impression to make.



The barking of the celestial wolves on the other side gave Merope pause, gave him a reason to look again at the flyer. This didn’t say anything about minis. But then again, it wouldn’t.

He had taken an entire step back when the door opened. “Ah!” He didn’t recognize her. Was this a second year? Maybe. But she knew him, and that in and of itself made him feel... what?

Merope helplessly held up the piece of paper he had absconded with. It was a promotional campaign flyer. Specifically, it was hers. “You’re... You’re Shehk, right? Running for public relations? I... I need some help and it involves being public,” he said simply, looking rather lost and out of place.



Unfortunately, Shehk hadn’t been using the flyer as a personal ad. It may have been interesting if she had been, but she wasn’t interested in such things. Skoll boldly stepped out into the hallway when the door was opened the sniff at the visitor, his tail held low. Hati stood behind Shehk with a more concerned looking composure, not braving the proximity of the company to see what he was. Frankly, it was probably better if they didn’t snoop – Shehk didn’t want them getting eaten again.

Her attention turned to the paper he held, recognizing, vaguely, the design through the back of the paper. Yeah, she’d definitely made that.

The Pricolici offered the boil a smile as she leaned more of her weight onto the arms against the door. “You’ve definitely found the right door if you’re looking for Shehk, because I’m pretty sure that’s me.” She laughed a bit, but held down the impulse to lick her tongue over her sharpening teeth. Some day she was going to bite her tongue off with those things. Or through it. Either way, they were still taking some getting used to.

“Yeah, I’m running for Public Relations.” She also confirmed, before adding another thought to the request that was being made; “So what kind of help are you needing, exactly? As long as I don’t have to do interpretive dance while giving a speech on the importance of…”she took a moment to try and find something really ridiculous to give a speech on, but gave up. “As long as I’m not going to be making a pointless idiot of myself, I’d be happy to help out within reason.”

Plans to get Shehk to wrestle with Riley in Hell-o would have to be put on hold, then.



Merope glanced down at Skoll, then glanced up at Shehk again. He wasn’t very experienced with fluffy creatures. Perhaps ignoring it would make it go away? He brightened up slightly upon the confirmation that she was, indeed Shehk.

“Well,” he began awkwardly. “I don’t... think you need to do that? I mean,” Merope added helplessly, “It’s like... It’s like this. We’re in a hole in the ground.” He waved vaguely to indicate the area. The undead crypt-dorm was placed underground to neutralize the smell and to provide comfort for some of the undead students, after all. “I don’t know about you, but I...”


Merope trailed off, pausing long enough to run a hand through his hair. “This is sounding really stupid. It may be just me, but I don’t know that many other undead. I don’t see that many, either. And with some disappearing and reappearing... well, different, I guess?”


He waved his hands vaguely, then ended it with a shrug. “Basically I think we undead should get together and throw a party or something. I don’t know that many, and there might be others who don’t know that many either. Can you do your public relations thingie to help organize it? There’s a couple other things I’d like to have happen with it, but I don’t know where to begin.”



Technically Merope’s battle plan worked, as Skoll soon took his leave of investigating things and crossed the pricolici’s room to jump up on the bed. He still stared at the guest from his new location, however. Either way, he didn’t seem aggressive enough to do more than that. Shehk, however, listened as the boil explained exactly what had brought about this need for ‘public’ help. It seemed interesting enough to her, actually.

Valid as well.

For a moment, Shehk ticked off her fingers, seeming to think while mumbling to herself. “Well, I think I’ve met…6? Undead on a semi-active basis since moving in here? Not to say I don’t try to say hello to everybody I pass by, simply because I don’t want neighbors who are out to kill me…but I see your point.” She pushed away from the door so that she only leaned against it with one hand before continuing. “I think if we can figure out the where, when, and how something like this would be pulled off, I could throw together some sort of ‘HEY YOU, YEAH YOU’ flier of sorts to put underneath people’s doors or something similar. Or a poster to put on the door out of the dorms.”

It seemed the wheels in her head were already turning.

“It’d definitely be really nice to see everybody’s faces at the very least…… But yeah! I’d say begin with getting what you’d like to do down on paper and we can work it out from there – if you want me to help with that as well, that is.” She smiled again



“Six?” Merope echoed, surprise written all over his face. “I’ve met... less.” And that was before he suddenly became a recluse. He did not believe he had even seen that many in classes either.
At her question, Merope nodded. “I have a few ideas,” he began. “And a location that would work very well. I just... Don’t know where to begin organizing it. Do you have a minute? Let me tell you what I’ve been thinking about it so far. See, it’s like this...”