[ Field Class ] You're A Disgrace (the end p.13)

[The Semblance of Unity]

Suddenly, there were noises - as if many, many-legged things had suddenly come to life all at once. Hollandaise twitched, turning her body instinctively towards the most shadowed corner. And, just in that corner, the large ova;l door began to glowed. It glowed invitingly, more brightly than Aisha's loa, as if to say 'come try me'. Although she was conscious of the people around her (she always was: afraid hey might rip a leaf or flower from her skin), her eyes remained fixed on the door. She moved slowly towards it and touched the lock. No sooner had her lockipck made contact with its heavy lock then..... nothing.

Her lockpick broke. The glow died. It was not her door to walk through. She half-turned towards the others. "Will you try?"  

[poke mattix]

Once Camilla appeared in the bathroom Pokerus leaned over the side of the jacuzzi. "What are you doing?" She asked the dormouse as she tried to get the goo off with only a towel. "It'll be easier to just wash it off, and theres plenty of room in here." Unless she just didn't like water or something like that.

As she laid back in the warm bubbly waters, she realized she hadn't introduced herself yet. "By the way, my names Pokerus. Whats yours?"

Rikku Takanashi

Introductions away!

 

[Rikku Takanashi]

The goo wasn't coming off... and she was just getting a nice towl all messy... the Dormouse ghoul frowns at her handiwork before sighing and looking to the dragon ghoul "Ah... well I didn't want to intrude..." she admited but with how the goo was caking on her fur and everything in her pockets water seemed like the only choice... plus the dragon ghoul said it was ok...

Finally she nods and climbs into the hot bubbly water she was small and it was a big jacuzzi so she laid back and relaxed a bit for a moment "Ah..." she says happily before sitting back up and working the goo off her fur when the dragon ghoul asks her name and gives her own she looks up quickly remembering names hadn't been given yet "Oh! Im Camilla, Camilla Forester! Nice to meet you Pokerus!" she says cheerfully nice hot baths always put her in a good mood

Surprisingly it took awhile for someone else to get in and who should it be? But the hell hound boil she'd seen several times before it didn't surprise her he got in next and she decided one day she'd actually have to introduce herself to him one day she laughs a bit as the canine boil grumbles about socializing "Hey! Just think of this as a adventure! Plus we're learning a new skill so it can't all be bad right?" she says excitedly to the hell hound boil there was always a silver lining somewhere to this Dormouse

However after a while the Dormouse ghoul who had been watching the door for a bit now frowns... Brand hadn't come up their way obviously so he likely was in another part of the house all together and she knew how good with Lockpicks Carlos and Keen seemed to be so where were they? Surely they wouldn't have gone through the gunpowder smelling hatch right? ...right? The longer the seconds ticked on the more the Dormouse ghoul realized that must be where they went and she hoped they were ok...

poke mattix

Camilla is now a warm happy Dormouse well with a hint of concern

phantompanther13

Mouse is gone!(lol)

Steal

Abandoned! :c (lol)

PhiferWolf

Camilla has spotted you oh anti-social one!(Poor Uru lol)

 

[Elda-Kun]

[ the living room ]

So far it appeared as though Lou was the only one who'd chosen the lower window, and ended up all alone in the dark room. This didn't bother her too terribly, she was used to being alone and this way she wouldn't embarrass herself with any mistakes.

She felt her way past the couch and toward the center of the room. She could just make out the two doors on the far wall and began to move toward them, when the empty wall nearby began to glow. A new door appeared where the glow just was. Lou turned and made her way toward the new door. She rattled the knob gently. It was locked.

Frowning, Lou rummaged in her knapsack for something to help her get the door open, taking particular care with the bug spray. Sadly, nothing seemed to be much use. She finally produced the thin piece of crooked metal Professor Kenner had handed her. Maybe she could pick the lock?

She inserted it into the lock and jiggled a little; nothing happened. She twisted it hard to the left, and still the lock did not budge. She pulled the pick out, and was going to try inserting it the other way, when it slipped through her fingers. Getting down on the floor Lou frantically searched for the metal, and finally found it, but when she came back up the door had vanished.

Slightly spooked, Lou peered into the darkness of the room around her, but was still unable to make out much more than vague shapes.  

[Baneful]

Zar found himself very embarrassed as the room filled with awful slime. His first reaction had been to check his tail in case in some way or other it was his fault, but there was none to be seen and he had never ever produced any kind of red slime ever. This was not entirely reassuring however, as he could only assume that this meant he was covered in someone else's slime residue. He went from embarrassed to decidedly grossed out as he shook vivid red slime from his horns.

"Well this is awful." he said grimly, making a resolute beeline for the nearest door to him, no longer able to tell one from the other  

[Baneful]

"Open bless you." he snarled, fishing out the de-slimer and using it on the lock.

It opened in response to the insult.

 

[Elda-Kun]

Giving up on the case of the disappearing doorway, Lou moved back toward the wall with the two doors. She put her hands out in front of her, feeling her way through the darkness, when she came into contact with a cold metal door. She pulled away, she door felt heavy and hard to open.

She felt along until she reached the other door on the wall. It was wooden and the air around it smelled faintly of fresh loamy soil. This door felt like the safer choose to Lou, who was getting a little anxious on her own in the dark living room.

Pulling the metal pick from her pocket, she tired the lock on the earthy door carefully. With a little work the lock clicked open. Sighing with relief, Lou quickly stepped through it and found herself in a pumpkin patch! The door snapped close behind her, and when she turned the knob it stayed stuck tight. She was locked in! Or should she say locked out!?!

She turned away from the door and found she wasn't alone, there was a strange boil standing on the other side of the patch!

Face your demons

Not to torment Van, but Lou is basically a giant moth. XD

 

[iloveyouDIE]

[ the hall ]

Aisha was drawn to the massive glowing door as the rest were. She tried to pick it herself but upon failing, it stopped glowing and sat plain and idle.

"Oh well..."  

[iloveyouDIE]

the hall -> green door

Aisha looked at the other ghouls and motioned to the green door. It was drawing her.

"I'm going this way guys.." She was sure that Desz would go where Holly did. If they didn't choose to follow the same path, she was sure they would meet up after the class.

The zombie crouched to work on the lock, and it sprung quickly. Even with the bugs (which she shooed and called 'friends') "Sweet..."

pinchmonster

the semblance of unity

 

[iloveyouDIE]

[ the backyard ]

Aisha emerged into the backyard with a smile. There was something off about it, perhaps the stillness of the air, but it was much better than that stifling hallway.

"Hey.." She greeted those already there.

poke mattix

face your demons

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise turned away from the now-dark door. She moved slowing, as though a small wind were blowing her along. Aisha had gone through the large green door, and Hollandaise liked green. Bugs skittered around the lock and up her arms and her lockpick broke. She grumbled.  

[Smerdle]

He hadn't seen any of the instructor's signs, and although he was vaguely aware that students had broken into the teachers' lounge fairly recently, he hadn't been there and didn't feel particularly disgraced by any mistakes his peers might have made while doing so. Brenley was simply strolling from the library back to his room when he noticed a middle-aged undead standing in front of a portal that hadn't been there yesterday. He didn't even think it had been there this morning.

He paused, several questions running through his mind at the sight. How did one even get a middle-aged undead in the first place? To be fair, he knew how in general, but as he slid closer and saw that this one was a professor... of sorts... Bren wondered about him in particular. Had he died at the age he was now? And if so, had he recalled enough basic knowledge to immediately get a job here, or had he been required to go through Amityville himself? That would have been embarrassing.

Bren might have asked, had he not been declared "late" on approach and had a bag thrust at him. So, this was a class, then? He tried to peer through the portal, but whatever lay beyond it remained a mystery. Unable to walk away from anything even remotely educational, the reaper shrugged and reached for the bag.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

Indecisive, Hollandaise turned towards the orange door. It probably suited her better, even if she liked the larger, greener door better. Fine, if another lock pick broke, she would switch. A centipede skittered up her arm and she smiled.

But still, she broke her lock-pick.  

[Smerdle]

Brenley rummaged through the bag, trying to discern what he might be grabbing and what it might have to do with a lesson in a portal. There were a number of obvious flashlights in the mix, but he was carrying a light stone in his belt pouch, so he wasn't terribly concerned about the dark. The rest were cans and boxes. He briefly wondered if he would lose points for taking the wrong things. Were there points? Come to think of it, he had never received a concrete score in any of these sorts of classes, only in the ones that required written papers. He supposed that settled it then. Choosing a box and a can, he pulled them out of the bag and gave them a look.

"Mr. Delicious..." Bren didn't like to give Screech treats, for various reasons, but he was familiar enough with the minipet aisle at the local supermarket. These treats weren't the best quality. Had he known how many students had just... started eating the things, he might have been horrified. His second item was a can of de-slimer which he deemed infinitely more useful than the treats. He stuffed both into his belt.

Giving the teacher one last glance to make sure there wasn't anything he was missing, Brenley held the lockpick he was handed at his side and stepped through the portal.

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Mr. Delicious brand minipet treats and industrial strength de-slimer