The Party That Never Ends

Necrar shakes his head, sighing."It's the truce ball all over again." He says, walking over to Blood. "It's always the females too. Anypony have smelling salts?"

"I'm not a mare." Blood grumbles, sitting up. "It's just I'm not used to moving creatures sans blood. It shocked me."

"No, I wasn't talking about you." Necrar holds out hoof to help Blood up. "First time I looked something like this I was in the presence of the Princess of Evil. Then it was a vampire queen. Then a female paladin. And then a female necromancer."

Blood grabs the necromancers hoof and shakes himself. "Still not a mare, so combo breaker."

A faint "wheeeeeeeeeeee-kersplosh" noise is heard.

"Yeah, but that mare keeps it going." Necrar says, pointing a wing at the sleeping Abomitall. "Though you are the first ever to faint at it. But enough about my strangeness. What was that?"

Blood uses a tendril- after somehow fitting a glove on it, to fish around in the punch bowl, possibly pulling out the pony.

Appkes wrote:A faint "wheeeeeeeeeeee-kersplosh" noise is heard.

((It would seem we are crawling with brownies... lol.))

"NO!" Tape Roll exclaimed, stopping the hemomancer. "You might squish him! And you'll get blood in the punch. Like this now," he admonished. Taking a Red Solo Cup and a pair of scissors, he punched a few holes in it to make a sort of strainer. He then taped it to the ladle handle.

"See? You catch him in this. That way the cup will stop you from squeezing too hard, and we won't get any fur or blood or anything in there. This other thingy in there already did, and that's bad enough," he explained as he began to fish it out...

"mrowr?" Kogu meows inquisitively, jumping on the table and batting at the whatever-it-is that fell in the punch.

"My blood is Hydrophobic, nontoxic, and specially not-hurty." Blood says flatly, still using the gloved blood hand.

((You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.))

"If it's hydrophobic, what are you doing putting it in the punch!? That's just mean!" Tape Roll retorted, continuing to fish around with his improvised strainer.

"It's hydrophobic like a hydrophobic solute. It doesn't mix with water."

Blood holds up a random Chemistry Degree with his name on it.

"Oh. That hydrophobic. I always get those mixed up..."

Pulling his strainer out, he peered inside as the punch drained out.... and saw nothing in it but punch.

"Ponyfeathers," he cursed to himself, sticking his trainer in a different bowl. Maybe they were checking the wrong one...