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Roch grabbed Taryn's hand as soon as they were outside the theater, taking a deep breath as he looked around. "What... the jack?" he said as he saw the strange barrier that was above them. Then he let out a sigh, relaxing. "Jack I wanted out of there," he told her, turning with a grin. "Did you hear it? How'd I do?"

Wait, weren't they supposed to be running off to fight bad guys? "Think I deserve a hug for that one?" he asked, clearly NOT as worried about the whole big problem as he should have been. But truth? He was getting tired of dying going up against minibosses. A few moments with a cuddle buddy was WAY more on his list of things to do.

He grinned. He got a kiss! And spookies! He took the bag, pulling one out and munching on it happily. "Hell, we should be happy he didn't put us in tights or something," he said as he finished it. "Last bosses I dealt with liked clothing changes at random." Then he looked around again. "But this place sure is weird. Wonder where the jack we are..." But he wasn't that worried.

The idiot. "Jack do you have any clue how stinky it got down there with so many gnomes?" he complained, eating another spookie. "And they were all freakin' UGLY," he added.

"Yeah, ok, ok," Roch said, sighing and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Jack I am tired of dissipating," he complained as he looked around. There were other people around, looking far more freaked out than he felt. Maybe he was getting callous to this? All he wanted was to steal another hug and maybe find someplace to hang out at, relax, get his ego stroked. Let all those other gung-ho guys go out battling monsters!

"We're still in Halloween, aren't we?" he asked with a slight frown.

He sighed and held out a hand, almost demanding that she take it. "C'mon, let's go look around, maybe we can figure something out." Which, really, did he want to? "FOR another hug," he told her, being a complete and utter brat. "Then we'll go mon--er boss hunting or something, because I'm sure there's something out here that shouldn't be, I'm just unlucky enough to get that sort of stuff instead of a standing ovation."

"Yeah, you're right," he said with a sigh. "But the last time I ran off looking for answers these stupid cleaning bots took to killing themselves on my leg and guitar. And by the time I was done the school had already been saved," he drawled, with just a tiny hint of amusement.

But why not? It was either run around trying to figure out what was going on or stay in the theater, getting sick off the smell. Besides, this wasn't the first time he'd been in a strange posit--SITUATION with Taryn. "Uh... you have much fighting experience?" he asked her, casually looking up at the snow that was falling and wishing he'd thought to bring his coat.

It didn't look right, the boil thought with a slight frown. He'd seen snow when Arel had taken them to the real world that one time. It hadn't been nearly this... sparkly.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, ignoring his lack of a coat. "Hey, maybe if we find a bad guy with a coat I can steal it!" he said, cheering up abruptly. Then he started out, heading for the barrier to see what was going on. "Jack it's freezing," he complained. "Maybe we should have stayed inside, after all."

Even though he'd vomited for who knew how long because of the smell.

"We're still at the school, though," Roch said, looking behind them with a scowl. "And I don't remember signing up for crap, except the play," he added. "Something happened, and I ain't sure what. Maybe we should check and see if the dorms are here. And hell, pick up my coat while we're at it."

He was jackin' FREEZING. A coat with half a sleeve missing sounded a hell of a lot better than no coat at all!

"Who knows? Who cares? The jackers should have warned us before setting us up in some sort of barrier and dropping sparkly snow on our heads," the punk boil complained. "Taryn? Can I wrap my arm around your waist? I am jackin' FREEZING," he said, shivering visibly.