#dsaclopin

I just remembered that I owe you cookies. 

Sorry to break it to you, love.

If I die, be sure to let everyone know it was Meg, mkay? It's like... my death-bed wish a little early.

Taylor the latte boy was one of those brave souls. Not a month over 20, Taylor had joined the ship as a way to see the world. He had thought that he would be safe on the ship, and not have to worry about anything like this happening. Oh, how wrong he was. The students on the ship harassed him, and the adults with whom he worked did not respect him. To them, it appeared that he was just some kid that had wanted to jump on board to run from his family. 

Taylor had just finished his shift, and was looking in the back corners of the theater when he received a call over his radio. Two of the missing students had been found, and the search team needed to regroup. Just as he was about to exit, he noticed someone sitting in one of the theater seats in the far back. The figure was slumped over. Taylor walked back to where the figure was and called out, asking if he was lost. When he got no reply, he walked a bit closer to see if the figure needed any help. 

The figure gasped as though he was having some trouble breathing, so Taylor immediately laid him on the ground and began to preform CPR. But just as he breathed air into the students lungs, it exited from unseen holes in the students chest. Holes right above the students lungs. Taylor ripped open the student's shirt and saw knife wounds. The student was slowly suffocating. Taylor called for help on his radio, but he knew that no one would get to him in time. 

Stitch

Dances were definitely not his style. Social gatherings in general weren't his thing but dances in particular were not on the menu at all. Just another excuse for people to show off. Not to mention the practical fucking on the dance floor. What ever happened to actual dancing?

Stitch hopped to the next beam, careful of his footing, taking hold of the solid wood beside him to keep his balance. From the rafters, the floor was at his mercy. There was nothing he couldn't spot from up here. No way anyone could hide from him lest they didn't attend this thing at all. The night had dragged on long enough for him and it was just getting boring sitting up here, waiting for his signal. The radio felt heavy in his pocket and its silence irritated him. Leroy was supposed to keep him posted on this shit. Then again he'd always been close to useless. Didn't listen. Didn't care. Stitch doubted he even remembered the cue.

Before he'd met her and after Lilo had left, Leroy and Reuben had always been his partners in crime. Anything big happened around the island, it would all point to the trio because that is simply what they did. They caused trouble. Stitch and Leroy more than Reuben but the middle brother could be very  destructive when he was motivated and Leroy seemed to know how to motivate him. Leroy was the muscle, Reuben the lookout, and Stitch the brains and the scapegoat. Stitch could take the blame. Took it because there was really no punishment for him. Anything they did, anywhere they stuck him, he'd always find means to dig himself into deeper trouble. 

He clicked his tongue, impatient and tired of perching. Getting up here, high above the floor, was easy enough but staying up here, perching, waiting..... Stitch hated waiting. But as impatient as he was it was all about timing. Let the guests get good and comfortable at their stupid dance. No one could suspect the suprise waiting for them. It'd taken ages to get all the supplies from the kitchen into a thick goo and even longer to hide them in the ballroom and pulley them into the rafters,  but they had plenty of buckets. Stitch would have to be careful of his aim from up here but with Clopin and Leroy both on the floor, their throws would land more accurately and that would be good enough. 

Below, the party guests were lumped in small groups, chatting and drinking. With everyone in masks it was hard to tell who was who. As annoying as it was, even Stitch had picked up a mask to get in. It was a simple Phantom of the Opera type mask which was ironic given his current position. He wished he could tell who was who. He wanted to hit the correct targets which also meant avoiding hitting Roxanne and he knew he'd be in deep if he hit Tia. Though it would probably be worth it. 

The cue had been Leroy's idea. Which explained why Stitch hated it. He rolled his eyes as the song started, loud and clear, at Leroy's request. He dug the radio from his pocket, pushing the button and speaking over the music into the reciever. 

"Mission is a go. Repeat. Mission is a go." 

He didn't wait for a reply, but watched below as Leroy headed toward their stash. Jumping the beams was easy enough but carrying the heavy mixture in the buckets made it a bit difficult. He placed either foot on the beams coming from a corner, steadying himself with a vertical beam behind him. Looking below, there was a cluster of three or four people and Stitch was positive that one of them was that Flounder kid he'd persuaded to call him the Grand Overlord. Stitch had promised him a bravery test.....

He smirked as he let the first bucket tip, sending the foul mixture onto the group below and laughing as it hit one of them directly. The beginnings of chaos were in the making as he hopped to the next beam, tipping over another bucket onto a second group. Then a third. Fourth. He continued to kick over the buckets. Most of them were splattering against the ground more than on the actual people but a mess was a mess and his two partners below would help to cover what he missed.

Clopin

The idea of a dance at what was supposed to be an educational system was just fucking weird to Clopin. Schools in France didn’t do this type of shit; it was distracting and distractions in school were not acceptable. So deciding to wreck the dance hadn’t been much of a struggle for him. Sure he liked dances, but there was no way this was comparable to clubs at home.  It was just an awkward milling about of horny teenagers from what he had heard, and what he perceived. He’d come dressed simply, a black tux, bowtie, and a rather intricate black mask. Hey, just because he wasn’t participating in the dance didn’t mean he couldn’t look sharp. It was just unfortunate that his slacks were likely going to get a spattering of the rather puked up looking food sludged into the buckets that were sitting and waiting for their contents to be emptied out onto the heads of anyone he could reach. Undoubtedly, there would be the outrage. If they thought this was the worst thing that could happen to them though, they needed to think again.  Why, a fire could have accidentally started and spread before anyone had time to do anything. The hand in his suit jacket pocket brushed the silver lighter sitting inside it.

He hadn’t been sure exactly when the signal would come, so he’d decided to make the most of the night and talk to people. It was just unfortunate that he was talking to Flynn when it did come. The crackle emitting from his pocket almost made him cringe, but he just smiled, and extracted himself from the conversation, turning and walking away from him. He pulled out the radio by the antennae, catching the last of the phrase that was meant to signal him and Leroy to do their part, before shoving it back in his pocket.

He moved over to the table where they had hidden the buckets, the draped cloth obscuring them from view, and ducked underneath to slide them out in front of the table where he could more easily grab them. He hefted one of the buckets near his feet up as the contents of the first bucket in the rafter fell, making a splatter as they hit their targets, and within a few short strides, reached one of the groups of kids standing nearby, distracted by the mess in front of them, and upturned the contents over them. He shot back over to the table before they had time to do anything more than shriek in shock, and he picked up another bucket, circling the crowd and throwing the slop at them from the side. Four more buckets were emptied in a similar fashion, and he could see Leroy across the dance floor doing the same.

Leroy

If Leroy was going to admit anything, it would be this ship was full of bangin' girls. And he praised whatever motherfucker was in the sky for these stupid school dances because that meant every one of these girls showed up in dresses that didn't go past the knee, bared shoulders, and hot damn this was better than anything back on the island. 

He'd left his buckets on his side of the room under the table, filled to the brim with the most disgusting mixtures he and Stitch could come up with. He spotted Clopin on the other side of the hall leaning against the farthest wall and looking to be moping. Right, right, he was gay and didn't care for any of this unless it had an 'unts unts' beat and male strippers or some shit. Good. More for Leroy. But speaking of some shit, where the fuck had Stitch disappeared to? Last he had seen, he had legit climbed the walls to disappear in the ceiling. Little fucker weight just enough to get away with it. Scanning the upper rafters as he moved past grinding teenagers he finally spotted a scurry in the rafters and grinned. 

"Hey, where you goin' pretty thing?" He asked one of the girls, fuck if he knew her name, but she looked might delicious in her dress that showed of miles of leg and a mask that might be hiding an ugly face but even if it did she had a rockin' body and that was all that mattered. Besides, he didn't look too bad himself, actually he looked quite remarkable if you asked him, and so he took her by the hand and spun her back to him and joined the throng of grinding teenagers. He might be at this thing to fuck it up, get back into the swing of things with Dipshit up in the rafters, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself with some fucking gorgeous babes while he waited. 

But of course that would be when the next song started and the teenagers, in flock fashion, raised a nice, screaming cheer in agreeance with the music choice. And that was Leroy's moment to leave. Ditching the girl without a word or by-your-leave, he took the walkie talkie out of his pocket in time for Dipshit's go, rolling his eyes as he pocketed it again. Please, they should have at least used code names. Made it seem more legit. Jesus, the fucking kid never learned. But what the fuck ever. 

He reached under the table, coming back up with two buckets in each hand, catching sight of Clopin across the room as he did the same just as the first bucket was dumped from the ceiling and onto the first group of unsuspecting people. Their shocked screams sounded so nice to Leroy, he decided he wanted to hear it again and so he poured his first bucket over some small, scrawny kid, leaving the bucket on his head before he moved on to his next target. 

"Flounder, are you okay?"

If some kid had a name like Flounder, they deserved this.

He moved on to the next group, a gaggle of girls trying to impress some boys way out of their league, so Leroy decided to help them along and tossed the entire thing on the boys before setting the bucket in one of the girl's hands. She was so shocked she didn't even toss the thing aside. 

Now, where the fuck was Lilo?