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There was not a surface in Amityville that didn't seem to be plastered with the signs, and as though that wasn't enough, there were many other places as well that the Student Councils PR thought might be fit to communicate with his fellow students the importance of an upcoming meeting. He had set gnomes to the task of spreading the word (though lets face it, a mass text likely would have sufficed), had printed posters that were placed above bathroom stalls as well as on the inside of the doors, and had even left notes in the cafeteria food.

That had, admittedly, been a bad idea. Nurse Cricket might have had a small influx of students brought to her that were either choking, or complaining about paper that was lodged in their throats if they were the non-breathing sort. He'd had to put an end to that plan quite quickly lest the extracted evidence lead to a certain zomboil who really didn't want to get on his boilfriends mothers bad side.

His crowning idea, however, had been to stick glowing arrows outside of every occupied dorm room along the floor, ones that lead their followers down the maze of corridors and stairs, and to the monster common room itself.

There was no excuse for not knowing about the meeting. None. The message was quite clear:




At exactly 7:13pm Curseday evening, Alexander came stumbling into the monster common room, arms clutching a box that was held to his chest, looking quite disheveled. No, no he had not actually some how forgotten about the meeting that he had spent so much time advertising. No, there was no way that could be the case at all. He was just...running a little bit behind today, that was all. Hurriedly, he shuffled to the very center of the room, and noted with relief that at least somebody had cleared the area and set up a table for him, and he shot the occupants of the room at large an apologetic look before clearing his chest with a loud "AHEM!"

"Right so, I am sorry I'm late everyone, this will just take a few moments to get set up..." He set the box down, and began arranging things appropriately on the table, flicking mismatched eyes around until he spotted the two newly appointed monster RA's and waved them over as well, hissing to them both in a whispered tone.

"Okay just as we discussed before...." He went on for a little bit, explaining to them what needed to happen while he set out a stack of small papers on the table as well as a handful of haunted pens, before putting the lid, which had a slot cut out of the top, back on the box.

It was 7:24 and Alex finally addressed the room.

"Hello, greetings, and hey how's it going. I'm Alexander, and for those of you who don't already know me, I am the Student Councils PR. Standing here with me are Muka." He gestured towards the Strix that stood nearby. "And Demi." He gestured towards the other boil. "These two are your Dorm R.A.'s, or you know, Resident Assistants." Was that a good enough introduction? Should he elaborate? Ya, maybe he should elaborate....

"They are volunteers that are here to help you adjust to dorm life in whatever way they possibly can. Moderators, if you will. If you have complaints, issues, say your neighbor is being too loud or somebody left a slime trail in the hallway, these are the creeple you want to be talking to." Ya, that about covered it, right?

Moving on.

"Okay so I'm guessing you'd all like to know why you were all gathered here tonight." He flashed the crowd a large grin. "We, the Student Council, were asked by one of our professors to get each dorm together as a group to decide on three things. One: Your dorm colors. Two: A mascot for your dorm, and finally. Three: A dorm motto." His smile was growing ever wider as his excitement began to show through. He gave this idea a moment to settle, and waited for any curious murmuring to die down before continuing.

"So, what will you need to do right now? Well, up here I have some pieces of paper and a ballot box. You will be able to choose two colors on a form and drop it inside the box. For the mascot and motto though, well, that is where the teamwork begins." He wiggled his eyebrows a little at that, his words hinting at the fact that more teamwork would likely be needed in times to come as well.

"You will need to discuss it with your fellow monsters. Brainstorm. Toss around a few ideas and come up with the mascot and motto that you all think best represents your dorm! If you have any questions, I will be residing here throughout, as well as our two lovely R.A's." He gestured to each of the boils standing near him again.

"You may begin now. Oh ya, and we won't be leaving this room until something is decided upon. Have fun!"

Alex then grabbed for a paper bag nearby (where had that come from?) and went to lounge on an empty space of a nearby couch, happily munching the candied brains contents of said bag, while the brainstorming got underway.

Muka had eaten at least three of the notices in his cafeteria food before a nice ghost ghoul (who'd apparently been assigned by Cricket to police the meals for a few periods) had clued him into it. He'd gotten a personal note, of course, about being accepted as RA but the idea of the meeting had totally slipped his mind.

The rotund strix stood at the front with his familiar wide eyes and huge grin, staring at the monster dorm residents like a very friendly predator. He was dressed to the nines in a tailored pinstripe suit with tails and a very elaborately embroidered waistcoat with pumpkins in shining thread. His badge stood out boldly on the dark suits lapel and every once in a while his large wings rustled and he seemed to puff his chest out proudly.

This was his first job of responsibility!

When new monsters entered he would giggle and waggle his taloned fingers in greeting, motioning to the papers they were all to take. He also was desperately fighting not to go nibble on the tiny table of donated food, though there wasn't much.

"Remember that if you.. hee.. would not like to vote, that the other dorm residents will then decide.. hrrm.. without your input!" His head bobbled in an enthusiastic affirmation. "And we'd like you all to have.. ahh.. a say!"

Muka didn't recognize the ghoul but grinned all the same. "I'm Ulmuka.. you can call me.." he giggled, "Muka. I'm a strix! Ah hrmm.. sort of a shape-shifting owl monster?" He stroked his puffy beard with a tattooed hand for just a moment while finding the best way to describe himself. He certainly looked the part with his round belly, large wings, and tufted hair. "A pleasure to meet you!" He took the ghoul's hand like a gentlemonster and bowed to it.

"Well I suppose all that is hrrm.. up to all the other monsters! Who is to say what will offend someone?" Muka shrugged. "I supposed the hrmm motto could be in any language but you'd want others to understand it, yes?" Muka patted Sulamanon's hand breifly since he hadn't released it yet and finally did so. "I don't think it matters if it's made up.." he giggled. "But once again, everyone needs to agree! So perhaps ask the others what they think!"

Though there wasn't quite a huge crowd yet.

It wouldn't have been kosher for the monster to avoid such gallant efforts made by their student council. The ranks had changed faces, both familiar to the ghoul and not, yet their creativity never seemed to bore. Natalia had returned to Amityville shortly before the announcement was made that Cricket's office would tend to any and all choking victims-- And had stumbled upon the lit arrow walkway right to the dorm common room moments before the zomboil made his entrance.

Seated with her legs crossed, tail draped about the bottom of her chair, and hands steepled, the ghoul listened to Alexander. Her eyes followed his introductions, meeting with the face of her favorite Strix, stunned momentarily to see that the once lanky Owl boil had since put on a healthy amount of weight, and then to that of a boil she remembered; whether they met before or not, it didn't really matter. As soon as Alex finished, she would be up on her feet and sauntering their way.

Plus, faces new or old, it felt good to be amongst students again. While the mountains she came from were her first home, the ghoul couldn't deny that Amityville had certainly taken the place of second in her book.

And just as she had silently promised to do, as soon as Alexander threw himself down Natalia rose from her place and made her way over. A devious grin was the first to welcome them, but it soon widened as a fourth and very familiar face made his way into the room. Her pace quickened, and while her heart also began to race within her chest -- The cool and collected look that Natalia always wore did not reveal a thing. "Alex, Muki, Demi...Ren. Hello again." She exchanged quick looks to each boil, addressing them personally, and somewhat predatorily, before resting a hand on her hip and continuing. "And hello to you too, lovely stranger." This was directed toward Sulmanon, the sweetest looking thing in the room at point. Her smile widened, welcomed the ghoul, but her attention returned to the boils once again. "I am sorry to interrupt, but my, my, you four have grown. Muki, look at you-- I love it! You are more handsome than ever." Reaching out briefly, the ghoul attempted to place both hands upon his stomach in a gesture similar to someone checking for a baby. "And your outfit is superb, as always." She straightened, and flicked her citrus gaze to Ren fleetingly.

"Been a while, darling." She would have mauled him, kissed him, hugged him... but for now, she tried to keep her composure. The last they had met, things were certainly more awkward than she would have liked... so it was probably for the best. For now. The ghoul looked over a shoulder briefly, then, watching as Ren fluttered toward the box and scribbled something down, before waving a finger on her free hand toward it.

"It should be orange." She'd be sure to write that down, but just so they all knew... "And our motto should be 'Dangerous, Fierce, and Sexy. Charge on!"

...

"Ah Mr. Ren.." Muka shook his hand, giggling at the gryphon's animated entrance. He wasn't one to clean anything up so he didn't move a talon when the papers were blown around a bit. Thankfully the other boil had straightened what he'd mussed.

"Natalia!" Muka giggled as she patted his belly and commented on his weight. He gave her no choice when he squished her against him in a warm and fluffy owl hug. "It is good to see you!"

As she moved along, he shuffled restlessly. Oh how he wanted to give his own suggestions but... he wasn't allowed!! He was glad to see Sulmanon reaching out to the other students though!

Deszeld was not entirely interested in the happenings and whatnots. When the pale-haired wyrm-dragon-creature spoke and said that she did not want to participate, Deszeld did not want to participate either. In fact, she did not want to participate more than the other dragon.

Nobody told Deszeld what to do.

"I will not participate either," the green said rather loudly, "but I could be persuaded by way of gifts and food."

She gave a rather pointed look at Muka.

"How much longer until you are ready?"

Des lifted her brows, a haughty expression overtaking her features.

Though she had not really cared for the ghoul's motto suggestion, it did give her some insight into what was acceptable, but when Ren offered a suggestion, she had to giggle. "I like that motto." she commented, stifling another giggle.

Then she heard the other ghoul's introduction and replied, "It's nice to meet you Natalia." and then, hearing her comment, she replied with a smile.

Muka was disappointed to hear that both of the dragon ghouls (who seemed less than social) both were declining from participation. The devilish side of him hoped somehow they voted glitter pink bunnies as the mascots, so those ghouls would be forced to have it represent them.

Thoughts of bunnies made him hungry.

When Deszeld addressed him he was unsure what she meant. "Done?" He questioned and his head turned sideways. Really far sideways. Too far really. "Hmm?"