A black and white haired girl trudged through the cabin, adjusting her blue-yellow and black fabric that she tied around her waist. The one side lower than the other side of which she tied the knot. She knocked on a door as she adjusted the strap of the blue and yellow striped part of her one piece bathing suit. "Draculaura? You there? C'mon, open up, I'm going down to the beach with the others. Are you coming?" Her blue and green eyes drifted to the wooden door before she looked across the room to the full-view mirror that someone had randomly put there.

She was wearing the piece of tied cloth around her waist, and minus the blue-and-yellow stripped bit of her bathing suit, her suit would then had normally been black and yellow in an lightning bolt sort of stripped fashion. She wore black sandals with golden dotted strips that attached her sandal to her foot - not literately, but only to make it stay on her foot. The yellow dotted strips has a blue buckle.

She knocked on the door again. "Draculaura? I'm serious, are you coming or not?" There was a soft sigh before the door opened a bit. The mint green girl frowned. Draculaura's door was unlocked. She usually never did that.

The mint green girl had a blue lightning bolt clip that she clipped her hair with. Lowering her hand again, she shoved open the door completely. A pale pink girl was sprawled out a black and pink bed. They couldn't bring Draculaura's usual coffin, because then it would simply be too much to carry.

"Lala," the daughter of Frankenstein sighed, calling Draculaura by her normie name. "Lala - are you upset about us not bringing your coffin along?" For she heard the pale pink girl crying into her bright pink pillow.

Her friend was wearing the clothes that she had worn before. A pink corset with a white skirt that partly covered her black netting on her legs that went past her knees a bit. She wore black netting on her arms as well, with white lace at her wrists. There was also white lace at the top of her shirt, with a pink bow on it. Her black-and-pink nearly knee-high boots had been kicked off. Her parasol was thrown to the side. Her black and pink pig-tailed hair was ruffled a bit.

Draculaura sat up, her mascara running down her cheeks. "No, Frankie. It's not about my coffin," she sobbed pathetically. She managed to choke out: "It's about - Clawdeen…"

Frankie pursued her blue lips together and she walked into the room, her mostly black hair swayed across her back as she sat down on Draculaura's bed. She patted her friend's pale pink had sympathetically, feeling her friend's pain, "What about Clawdeen?" Draculaura was visibly shaking as she spoke out her next words.