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Frit
Freshling
Frit had been snooping around someone's garden. She wanted to see what cultivated plants looked like in a garden. She was pretty sure that plants and slugs had a very important relationship. Wherever she went, if there were plants, there were also slugs. Frit had one such slug pinched between her claws, and looked at it suspiciously. Maybe the plants used slugs as a way of communication? Small slimy messengers from one immovable plant to the other. Frit nodded, she could see it, it was a valid theory.

Suddenly the little child was herded into a building. Frit fallowed, curiosity leading her wherever it wanted to, the slug still pinched in between her two claws. As she walked to some building, a "safe-house" she was told it was, she inspected the slug. It was bigger than some she had seen, but also less colorful. Frit stared off into space, pondering this observation. Maybe the colors of the slugs was an indicator of what kind of messages they sent and received.

The girl was snapped from her scientific theories as a television was turned on, and someone started talking. The freshling pulled out a little Tupperware container and put the slug inside. Whatever was on the television had a lot of people all in a fluster. Finally having her slug subject safely put away, the imp could start to really pay attention to what was going on. The words like "scientists" and "experiments" really stood out to the freshling. Fancying herself one such scientist, she tried to tip-toe and get a better look at the television.

This was, mildly put, somewhat inconvenient. One minute she was minding her own business and the next she was herded into a safehouse with a whole bunch of other strangers. She looked around at the other people crowded into the room with her and then found a place to sit while others around her milled about and fussed. She felt mildly annoyed if anything. What could be so terrifying as to cause this kind of upset? Was this some kind of prank?

But then the TV's started to scream.

She looked up, and she watched the broadcast, standing up while it was still going on. Experiments? Children--now adults--that fed on living flesh? Coming for them? She wanted to think of this as still being a prank. For example, what had been feeding them before now? She had to admit that if this was a prank, it was in extremely poor taste.

She smiled without mirth while others around her had far more panicked reactions, and hoped that these flesh-eating individuals had never seen a litch before. Maybe her, and others like her, would be safe. Pity for others, but she had no attachments to mourn.

Mounia was not very happy about being shoved in a Safehouse. Her brothers had been out and she was home alone, handing out candy when the Announcement went out. She had heard a loud knock at the door, thinking it was a trick or treater, she was really surprised to see that it was the police and they immediately escorted her to the nearest secured building. She was further annoyed by the fact that none of her brothers had been moved to the same one (if they had been moved to one in the first place). So here she was with a bunch of strangers she had never met, which only further added to her frustration over the whole thing.

When the Announcement played, she crossed her arms over each other and nearly growled with a slight roll of her eyes. Apparently, someone was playing a really good trick on everyone! And if they weren't, if they felt like they were going to eat her they had another freaking thing coming! When she heard the adult in her group say something to a similar effect, she just grinned, nodding. "Oh, they will, no doubt about it!"

Tomorrow had outwardly been completely calm this entire time. Sure, she was somewhat concerned for her mother and siblings, but Starshine didn't have their own phone yet, and besides the Academy was pretty much the safest place around. Her mother and sister were probably home or at the university safehouse, she figured. For some reason her phone had lost reception around the time the commotion began, and it seemed too convenient to be a coincidence, especially after that particular broadcast. Someone had probably managed to take out the cell service provider's nearby communication tower.

Well, nothing better to do but wait and see what happens, she figured as she looked around the stadium.

It had been business as usual at the club, maybe a little busier than normal, but Frankie wasn't one to complain. Out loud anyway. The litch liked her job at the bar, it was one of her better paying gigs (not the best but definitely in the top three) and it was rarely boring.

She was in the middle of a particularly complicated refrain when the speakers were hijacked for the emergency broadcast. Annoyed at first, Frankie looked up to glare with all three of her eyes before finally, begrudgingly, began to listen. A brow quirked in suspicion at the orders to evacuate but she made no objection, Frankie was good at following orders. And unlike the others around her who'd begun panicking, the mutated litch remained calm as she and everyone else were crammed into the nearest safehouse.

Then X took the stage and Francine still remained calm. Somehow she couldn't bring herself to be surprised by this revelation, having very little faith in others did that to a Nightmare. But she would admit to feeling some measure of anxiety. How many meat shields in order to survive, she wondered, all three eyes taking in the Nightmares and Daydreams currently trapped in the safehouse with her.

Honey leaned against the wall, arms folded over their chest as they digested the situation. One minute they were out clubbing, next they were in some dank auditorium with a bunch of strangers. Normally they wouldn't mind either of these things, but something about this whole situation made them feel uncharacteristically serious. Listening to the broadcast, Honey scoffed slightly and rolled their eyes. Was it some sort of prank? Surely randomly-cannibalistic stones didn't just spawn and create vicious little freaks out for revenge. It was just so... horror movie.

Casting their eyes around, Honey noticed someone they'd seen at the club they had been at. With a grin Honey strode towards the pianist, sidling up next to them with a nod. "Annoying, huh? Could use a drink right now, shame we had to leave the club," they commented with a playful smile. Glancing towards a larger group, Honey noticed someone asking for names. With a shrug, they waved a lazy hand and grinned. "Honey," they volunteered, before chuckling, "as in, that's my name, not a random pet name to get your attention."

Honey raised their arms to rest their hands against the back of their head, before nodding to the other geist with a laugh. "Hallows got to be a good time to do it," they agreed, rocking back to look up at the ceiling, "everyone's keen for a treat at a bar, right? Or a trick." Honey turned to the gesit once more for a playful grin. So, Frankie was their name? Honey must have heard it somewhere before, but they were usually pretty good at names. Sometimes.

At the geist's question, Honey couldn't suppress a snort as their hands dropped to their sides once more. "'Course they aren't," they said simply, sliding their thumbs into their pockets, "gotta be a prank, right? Crazy scientists? Cannibals? Hostages that conveniently weren't hurt on-screen? Can't be real." Their last statement had a hint of uncertainty in it, which was unusual for the laid-back geist. "Can't be..." they repeated quietly to themself. Honey was a laid-back, optimistic individual, they weren't really suited to death threats and the idea of hundreds of people being in danger.