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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 10:55 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:30 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:56 am
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making friends
The babble coming out of the ghost was kind of cute, if a little...eccentric.
You know what wasn't cute, though?
Brenley talking to some other ghoul. Before even saying hi to her! The nerve! She was gonna side eye a bit.
But hey, at least she wasn't trying to pull Giant Nerdo over there; Jack only knew he'd explode probably by the time they hit the museum.
"Well, when you put it like that, I guess so..." Securing the boil in her arms, Piper scooted so that she could lie back against the window, her hair more than enough of a pillow to support her, and stretched her legs out across the rest of the seat. "Rap's kinda like a hybrid?" she mused aloud. "No, wait: spoken word." She glanced down at him. "How about you razzle dazzle me with a riddle, spookie? 'Cause this ride's gonna get boring reaaaaal quick."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:40 pm
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Siobhan gasped loudly, "For reals and for trues!?!" Shrieked the banshee, shrilly with glee. "You will love Bob, I am certain!"
Her face blushed blue after receiving a lovely compliment, her smile ear to ear. "I make many! Whenever I make a friend, I make a doll of them so I always remember their kindness. Bob is not of anyone I know, by the by, in case you were wondering." Bob was simply Bob.
"I enjoy making them. It keeps my hands busy. Have you any hobbies, Brenley?" Her brows knitted as she noticed his gaze drifting. She swiftly turned her head to peer at the ghoul he was looking at. She seemed nice, so Siobhan grinned and waved at her energetically, all smiles. Perhaps she was a friend of her new friend, making her a friend of a friend!
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 4:37 pm
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A tiny hint of a smile, though not easily perceptible, momentarily broke through Shine's self-loathing. The chill of the ghostly dragon was nice and soothing to her feverish state, and it was always nice to be touched. She kept her own hands tucked tightly beneath her, peeking up when she heard another voice.
"Hi. Sorry." She bowed her head as she apologized again. "Thanks...thanks, Sibyl. You're--you're pretty."
Then her face was hidden again, until she realized she hadn't answered the question about their friendship. Could she just...not? No, that would probably not be a very likable thing.
"I'm...um." Her glassy, tear-threatened eyes turned up towards Gabby, hoping that he might answer on her behalf. This had been called into question several times before, and she couldn't exactly remember what she was supposed to say. She could remember crying, and more crying, and hugs, and something about him being more special, but that was the extent of it. Anything else was lost to fuzziness, delicate sugarspun memories that fell apart when touched.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 4:51 pm
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"Hummmmmmm a riddle for you. A riddle will do. We need one about buses for a bus we are on. A driving riddle to pass the time." he closed his eyes for a long moment purring softly as he though, not realizing that Piper was eyeing other students. Or he just didn't care. Carlos was requested a riddle.
He finally opened his eyes after a long minute. "You are the bus driver. At your first stop, you pick up 29 people. On your second stop, 18 of those 29 people get off, and at the same time 10 new passengers arrive. At your next stop, 3 of those 10 passengers get off, and 13 new passengers come on. On your fourth stop 4 of the remaining 10 passengers get off, 6 of those new 13 passengers get off as well, then 17 new passengers get on. What is the color of the bus driver’s eyes?"
Carlos looked up at her with a sly grin, his tail flicking as he waited for her to guess the answer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 4:53 pm
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Puella nodded, although she wasn't so sure herself. A lot of her own friends didn't really seem the type to go to museums. Well, other than TK. She supposed that was why she was making a new friend, she scolded herself. "Yeah, I do think the, ah, early meeting time discouraged a lot of creeple!" But Puella was a ghoul who got easily excited by secrets. "But they'll be the ones missing out, and we'll get to see the limited exhibits!"
Puella didn't really make it out of Amityville Academy all too often - Miasma Village had been intended to be a getaway, but, well. They could all see where that'd gotten her. Hey, she reminded herself - at least she had the coolest pet now! Even though a lot of creeple seemed to have similar ones. And some of those creepy villagers had decided to follow them back to school.
Also, there were no mountains in a museum, and that was always a plus.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 5:27 pm
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"Good Morning, Rojo." Professor Winter replied pleasantly, turning her head to look over at the rather skeletal student. She regarded him and his question with a small and polite smile. "If you do, please do not admit it to us." They probably wouldn't be policing whether or not the students actually spent their allowances on lunch, but if they ended up starving - if their constitutions demanded food enough to starve - that was their fault.
Winter's attention then moved, briefly, to the familiar sound of Holly's voice. Her smile turned relatively bemused as she noted, unsurprisingly, that the ghoul had chosen to sit by her Shadow Butler. At the moment, the imposing shadow was guarding the packets that would be given to the students, and was therefore actually present today. The apparition waved to the ghoul, its moves disjointed and almost sloppy in the wake of Winter's slightly dazed state of mind, but it still waved.
Then it sat patiently as Holly talked to it, nodding or shaking its head where it could, but otherwise just…letting the ghoul chatter on.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 5:31 pm
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