Even with the dead, a gathering of everyone in sorcery. No matter the title or size. The curses have even been given human forms, optionally, to fit. Unfortunately for those not wanting to be near a select few, they are locked in a massive, almost castle-like structure with an insanely abundant room to hold them all. Plus, kitchens, bathrooms, and private rooms. An illusion can be placed with a disk to conceal scars, figures, etc. Every curse, curse user, those with heavenly restrictions, sorcerers, vessels, clan members, normals, and more.

Fumihiko Takaba: Backbending on a table for no reason at all. Simply wanting to entertain despite irritating people "Haha. You know. It'd be funnier if my uniform was in half the other wa-"

Eso: OFFENDED gasp. "There are children here, heathen!" As he is dressed DIABOLICALLY. Yet Choso still solemnly nods in agreement because brotherly support is everything.

Hiromi Higuruma: Reading a law book. Ignoring the chaos. "Ah, indeed..." Sleep-deprived, incoherent murmur.

Hanami: She solemnly leans over and flips the book the right way round because he wasn't reading anything - it was upside down. Startling him so much, his eyes widen in horror at the sight of MORE WORDS.

Kiyotaka Ijichi: Nervous, looking around and legitimately flinching at a brush of cold air from a slightly open window. Which has a fluffy cat settled on it nonchalantly.