GHOULLANCERS

"Hm, are you calling me derivative?"

Untitled #1 follows Gaspar into the hatch, after attaching a feeling of Fascination to the smell emanating from the oven. Bad cooking can't be called art, but at least now any student who catches a whiff of it will actually investigate the smell instead of ignoring it and hoping it will just go away by itself. Ugh.

LEAF HOUSE

Boo-boo and Wolf enact their plans, involving hands. One of the hands being a cat hand, which causes a horrifying noise, as if something from the dawn of time has been roused. Or at least, the sound of a startled a drunk girl coughing.

The other hand plan involves dipping the drunk guy's hand in paint. What masterpiece is wolf intending to paint, using the drunk as a paintbrush?

The other drunk girl is sleeping less easily, due to the coughing and sputtering. Mime girl doesn't care. She paints on, using nothing, but grey.

MIME GIRL: [SILENT],[STOIC]
DRUNK GIRL: [COUGHING]
DRUNK GIRL: [SLEEPING, DISTURBED],[COVERED IN PAINT]
DRUNK GUY: [SLEEPING],[CONFUSED IN SLEEP],[HAND IN PAIL]

In the kitchen, Mathcsticks notices a pile of cookies. They are on a plate, with a tempting aroma... A guy in a chef apron (slash artist apron, it is also covered in paint), is busily fanning them, to cool down. He mumbles about the people running low on brownies at the party.

KITCHEN GUY: [BUSY],[TIRED]

FOG HOUSE

Gaspar and Untitled#1 sink through the hatch, arriving at what can only be described as a Communal Mad Science Lair For Graduate Students At Mad Scientistry. A student with a very messy, einsteinian hair is tinkering with a strange, rumbling device (I guess he gotta look the part), while another, tired looking one is working on an electric board, connecting wires, leds, and a tiny, tiny computer chip. She is being harassed by a third one, about finally going to the party, its her turn to check on the fancy new fog and light machines. She is also playing with a remote controlled robot.

The messy one suddenly "Wait... the FOCUS, I have... forgot! Oh.... no!" yells, and climbs a ladder that is under the hatch, opening it, and ducking out into the kitchen. It seems to be that he was affected by the Fascination.

[DRAMATIC SCIENTIST]: [MUST SAVE BAKING THING], [DRAMATIC]
[TIRED]: [I WANT TO PARTY BUT I ALSO HAVE TO FINISH THIS :(]
[ROBOTICIAN]: [BORED], [IMPOSSIBLE TO BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING IF YOU HAVE A ROBOT PAL YOU MADE]

PUMPKIN HOUSE
The shifty guy leaves the room, sneaking out...

Ivy floats through the wall, into the meeting room. It doesn't seem to be warded against ghosts. A trail of grass follows through the keyhole... Inside, a stern, angry woman, possibly a graduate from the management course, is pointing at a projector screen. Various figures and numbers dance around, as she yells at a trio of more sheepish students, who would rather be at the party, but they don't dare to defy her. She is yelling about the absurd prices the decoration for the party costed, and demands to know WHAT was it? The sheepish students mumble various variations on "I dunno".

SHIFTY GUY: [FURTIVE]
SERIOUS WOMAN: [ANGRY],[STERN]
MANAGER GANG: [GANG],[SHEEPISH],[ARGUING]

Boo-Boo was glad that this weird-smelling girl is waking up. Maybe if Boo-Boo put the other paw in, the weird-smelling girl will wake up? And give her food?

Boo-Boo puts in...the OTHER PAW.

Is artisanship really art? Can the product of a craftsperson, no matter how beautiful, ever be called art? Is art only something that serves no function but that of form? Untitled #1 goes on and on like this to anyone listening (so, Gaspar, or maybe no one) while examining the little robot. The robot's movements become jerkier and more unnatural.

He sighs, putting the matter aside for now, and decides to peer back upstairs to see if the problem in the kitchen will be resolved.

Wolf moves around the couches so that they're facing the MIME GIRL, and position the drunk sleeping folk... like French girls. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. This is satisfactory.

Matchstick KNOCK OVER chef man HAT to see if there is RAT UNDER IT.

Hmmmmm. Perhaps this meeting would be better taken outside to enjoy the greenery of the campus. And if they run into some sneaky guy on the way, that's just dandy. They could stand to appreciate nature a bit more.

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I have poked PaperHelmet a few days ago... hopefully they return soon...

PaperHelmet is still replying, could you please collectively decide on what Gaspar should do? I don't want to make him vanish in the middle of... mission...