<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Nevermore Dining Hall<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, Scarlet open<br/><hr/><br/>She'd named her snakes. Her...hair. Hairsnakes. Of course she had. Nothing really surprised Tara, not very much. She'd dated a guy once who had a really dumb nickname for his 'equipment', and it didn't perform terribly well even with his involvement. So probably if anything deserved a name it was the reddish nope rope that seemed very interested in her hair, even as Scarlet left to pick up some more mounch.<br/><br/>"I wonder if they come when she calls?," The pale Walker quipped to Nyx, then stifled her giggle as their new colleague returned. "No worries, hun," she reassured Scarlet. "I eat like a thirteen year old boy, myself. Always hungry. But I always thought the Medusa thing was if you could see<em>her</em>, you were sah-CREEEWED. If they can't see<strong>me</strong>, it really doesn't work?" reaching out a finger, she let one of the slithery things wrap around it. It felt warm to her dead skin, but also neat, dry scales rasping as it squeezed slightly. "Cute little fuckers, I guess."