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As soon as Mandy heard the announcement over the Ickycom she headed straight towards where her vague mental map said Malcolm’s office was, only managing to get a tiny bit lost. If there was anything the past couple of days had taught her was that she needed more discipline in her minipets and whilst she knew any of the Akubrapus where a lost cause her Samara dolls where not, hopefully. Also the class was taught by Malcolm who had shown he was an awesome teacher on the boat trip so that was a plus.

All that had been left to do was pick which one of the two trouble makers where heading off to class with her and make some FEAR candy before the class started. One of those two things was much harder than the other. It only took catching Mara sneaking into her bag once again to choose her victim but… well. Mandy would never be known for her culinary skills.

Sure she could roast meat well enough that it was edible and pick if something was poisonous, but apart from that unless it had something to do with vegemite or grog she was lost. This would could not end well.

At least Mara was a doll… you couldn’t give cotton food poisoning right?

The baleful eyes staring up at her whilst she finished stirring her FEAR mixture said otherwise.

“Don’t worry I got this part ok at least.”

Mara did not look the least bit comforted by Mandy’s assurance.

Huffing she decided to ignore the doll if it was going to be like that, especially since the next part was important – she didn’t want to mess up the culinary room too much.

Carefully scooping a cup full of the FEAR mixture out and into the waiting saucepan she immediately started stirring as she’d been instructed and started looking over which of the ingredients she should put in first.

Binders sounded like a good idea, no point doing the whole thing if it just fell apart right?

But… well. Frankly she hadn’t the foggiest clue what made a good binder. Professor Malcolm had said if she used water she had to use two binders so defiantly not that, as it was obviously not very strong. The rest of the ingredients though… most of them sounded a little fancy for her abilities.

Out of all of them though salted butter was the most familiar, tingling something in her mind about cakes and butter, and her own personal opinion that more salt was always good, so in it went in one big chunk, Mandy not bothering the split it or soften it before adding it in.

Next she guessed where the sweeteners and here at least she had a vague idea, sugar was one of her closet addictions. First off she poured in maple syrup, happy memories of smothering her food in at as a little kid coming forward as she did so. Next in quick succession honey and brown sugar where added, once again from a vague remembrance with something to do with baking. Never mind that it might not be analogues with candy making.

It was as she was doing this that by chance she looked up, catching a look at Mara’s reaction to her cooking. She actually looked pretty relived so far. That meant she was going in the right direction! Clearly she should add in more sweeteners!

In a quick movement granulated sugar, light corn syrup and heavy corn syrup where also dumped in. If Mandy hadn’t been so busy contemplating her acids she may have seen Mara’s look quickly change to horrified.

Acids… acids… here Mandy had even less knowledge then with binders. She’d never heard of Tartar and lemon didn’t really sound that acidy to her so that left… white distilled vinegar. She knew it was defiantly an acid, having used it in cleaning enough times so with a shrug she poured the entire bottle of it in as well.

Mara unseen looked faintly nauseous.

Finally only two things left and these where easy! First off she added the crushed lavender Malcolm had recommended for hyper mini’s, one of Mara’s main problems and then taking her eye of the stove for one second to pull it out she added the food Mara liked.

This one had actually taken a bit of thought and experimentation since before this she’d never contemplated it, Sam and Mara got their own food, but eventually she figured something out, a bottle of fresh blood. Pouring it in she gave the bubbling mixture a few final stirs, slightly worried when it stayed a light brownish colour instead of going milky white like she had been told it would before dipping a spoonful into the water to start the shaping process of her batch.

A bit of elbow grease later and she plopped the finished product in front of Mara, expectantly looking at the doll.

“Go on, try it! I even shaped it like a TV just for you.”

Mara looked a bit dubious at this claim but after a hesitant sniff and finding the pleasant lavender smell she picked it up and attempted to take a bite.

Attempted being the operative word. The candy was way too hard for Mara’s soft cotton mouth to bite into and after a moment of struggle she gave up and shoved it in whole.

Button eye twitching she swiftly swallowed, trying not to gag and offend her owner too much. After watching the process she didn’t want to tempt fate by getting her to redo it. The taste may be barley tolerable but she could withstand it. Hopefully.

Anything to get out of the room right?

Mandy’s manic smile when Mara gave her hesitant nod ok nearly made the doll reconsider it.

Too late.



Score:
Taste: -1
Colour: +0
Hardness: -1
Smell: +2
Shape: +1
Scent: +1
Drawing: +2
Total = 4
VERDICT: PASS

Prom.

The mere word sent shivers of excitement down Mandy’s back whenever she thought upon it. Such a simple word held in meaning so many things to her: party, silliness, dates, dancing, dress up. Mandy so did enjoy dressing up, though not many would realize this; unless they were part of the select few to notice her minipets blunder during open house with the boxes. As soon as she had heard about Prom coming up she had sent out her suit to be dry cleaned; she’d only just gotten back and in her opinion she cleaned up quite nicely in it, she couldn’t wait for her date to see it.

Mandy’s features settled in a troubled frown as her thoughts took a less pleasant route. Her date. It should have been Alwine. In her dreams it was Alwine and Barth; though she never did get an answer over whether multiple dates where allowed due to a nasty bit of miscommunication, how her tone came across to others who were less pedantic about wording really needed working on. They hadn’t had the teachers she had at her old school; the attitude of the teachers at Amity where one of the highlights in her opinion, they sometimes even made up for the deadly excursions.

But anyway, off topic. Her date should have been Alwine. She had thought that the two of them had a sort of thing going after Christmas and all the bonding they had done afterwards; heck Mandy had been contemplating giving Alwine her pin. But…

She wouldn’t talk to her. Ever since The Island all Mandy had heard from Alwine was that she had made it back. That was all. Not even that she was ok. Just, back. That piece of information was the last scrap the ghoul had given her, for all Mandy knew she’d quit Amity and gone home! The locked door she found whenever she went to try and find Alwine in her dorm was not something she was going to think on too deeply.

Still, the silence, it left her feeling… abandoned. And unsure, so very awfully unsure. She hated feeling unsure. It was just… what had she done? She had been so, so, so sure that for once she wasn’t messing it up and she had things right and someone might like her for her. A-And now? Every action she had taken with the ghoul she second guessed.

Had she been too over protective and aggressive; her threatening of Mac to protect her turning her off? Or was it how clingy she had been once she found the ghoul on The Island; where they no longer meant to always follow each other like during Christmas? Or was it that she hadn’t clung tight enough; had that horrible moment when she’d been forced to leave Alwine behind before entering the Lighthouse caused the ghoul to think sour of her?

She didn’t know. She wouldn’t know unless Alwine talked to her. This frankly, looked unlikely.

So what should have been wasn’t and instead her date was in the hands of Riley thanks to Mara’s mischievousness. She didn’t even get the chance to contemplate taking Barth.

…Not that she could ask him; he too had left without telling. Abandoned her. The only thing that let her cling to hope with him was the mark tattooed upon her stomach; surely if he had left for good it would have faded. She had to believe the contract being intact meant that he’d be back. The others sure thought so.

Breath catching unpleasantly she tried to push these thoughts away as reached behind her for the envelope that rested upon the rafters. They didn’t matter now, the ghoul named inside did. Opening the envelope she pulled out the well-worn page, eyes tracing the now familiar cursive.



Aurian. A shadow based reaper and a bit reclusive but apparently quite hot if what her rumour digging had dug up held any truth. She hoped she was nice. She planned to call up the ghoul and arrange their meeting at Prom using the number provided later this evening, but for now she was working on what had gotten her on this train of thought in the first place.

Her Prom outfit. Unlike other ghouls Mandy wouldn’t be wearing a pretty dress or elaborate skirts; she preferred to play the role of the male and dressed for the part. She was at heart a Tom Boy after all and making pants and a shirt smoking hot where her domain.

Er, not literally. She’d leave that up to the fire related ghouls.

Why Mandy was thinking about it at all when she had already dry cleaned and prepped her suit was well… she didn’t know if it adventurous enough. The only things that really distinguished it from a normal three piece were the fact her vest was made from crocodile and her vibrant red bow-tie. All in all, not the most spectacularly out there thing if the rumour mill was to once again be believed.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have so much more to choose from.

She just had to make a choice, that’s all. She just hadn’t been making too many good ones lately. But it was just clothes. Heh, yeah right and that’s why she’d spent hours laying out all her different pieces before shoving them back in her lock box. She was going to play it safe.

It was about time she played it safe; just because everyone else was putting themselves out there didn’t mean she had if all it might do is end up with her getting scorned.

Yeah, this was so about choosing clothes.

No one, not even her date would really care. That was the nice thing about going with a stranger, she could dance all night and smile and laugh but when she got back to her room she’d still have all her heart.

A night without anyone close to her sounded perfect, she’d lived like that for years and she’d been much better off.

Just her, and nobody else. Loyalty and friendship where for crazy times aboard trains and boats.

This is real life ghoul get used to it.

Solo or RP with Kali to come for after prom