RPG Anime Stereotype High School [PG-VSL]

[DeathBug]

[color=indigo][size=1][font=comic sans ms]09/05, 15:00

Kiyoshi opened his window casually, then placed the fliers on the window seal. If he wanted anyone to attend his costume party, he had to get the word out. And the word would most certainl get out in a few moments.

He took the electric fan and switch it to the highest power settings, then turned it on and watched the fliers....well, fly. Fly they did, all over the streets, creating a huge mess and varioious obsticles for anyone unfortunate enough to be driving.

Content with his deeds, Kiyoshi closed the window and took his shirt off. Now, time to deal with the birds pearched on the power lines outside. He grabbed a whiffle bat and made his way downstairs.

[i]Flier reads:[/i]
PARTY!!

Friday, at seven, on the second floor of the lodgings, in Kiyoshi Hirokazu's flat. All guests must bring this flier, a snack or drink, and be in costume. All pigeons will be summarrily executed. I like ramen.[/color][/size][/font]

[terra]

[color=gray]Some hours had passed on the first day back at school and Mima was bored. Glancing down at her watch she found that it was [b]September 5, 2:45PM[/b]. "It's still September 5?" she said aloud to herself, quietly.

She was in her room alone, her roommate, if she even had one, gone as usual, or possibly invisible, she pondered to herself. After straightening out her schedule with the extra classes she'd desired, Mima had come to her room and unpacked all her things. First to come out had been her CD player and her collection, and first to pop into the box had been her "Miscellaneous Mystical Mix" which played seventy-four straight minutes of general, all-purpose mysterious-sounding music. She'd opened the windows and let her hair blow around all it wanted while she unpacked. She was pretty sure that she'd seen some freshmen in the courtyard below pointing up at her room claiming she was a ghost.

Mima sighed and descended back to the ground floor to wander the courtyard. She'd been down earlier, trying to appear in front of some freshmen with some good lines -- what, she didn't understand it herself, but it could be pretty amusing -- but for some reason it hadn't worked very well. She could tell from their initial expressions of shock that they, like most other people, were always surprised at her appearance and that far-off expression on her face. But when she opened her mouth to say something suitably spooky (last year, one of her favorites had been "The journey is arduous, and have you stopped to ponder that finally, there may not in fact be any light at the end of the tunnel?"), nothing had come out. Leaving the freshmen free to give her odd looks before skipping off with maniacal laughter.

It was [i]hard[/i] to come up with those one-liners most of the time, Mima thought to herself ruefully, kicking the grass in a most un-mysterious fashion. She brightened slightly. Maybe it was her year to talk like the other students did. Maybe this would be her year to become [i]normal[/i].

As she was thinking that, a piece of fluorescent pink paper flew into her face.

"What the --" she muttered, eloquence lost for a moment, picking the paper off. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be ... some sort of party. With costumes involved, and perhaps some sort of ritual pigeon sacrifice, the message wasn't quite clear. Was this what the normal children did? She would have to find out.[/color]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 5th, 2:30pm[/b]

[color=#503f86]The squidgy thing wasn't co-operating.

It was squidging.

Everywhere.

And Sabre hated it.

He wrestled it back into his hands from the back of his head and clasped his hands in a firmly-shut cage surrounding it, hoping to keep it in one place until he found Janitor Takahashi to try and get rid of it.

Janitor Takahashi would, no doubt, complain about how Sabre had been silly enough to bring his 'pet' into Kyoto House anyway, and Sabre would probably argue, get irritated and storm off with Takahashi's derisive comments burning in his ears.

He paused. Why was he going to see the Janitor, anyway? Wouldn't it be much more effective to just let it roam free inside somewhere damp and... squishy?

He nodded, pleased with himself. As he opened his hands slightly to peek at the creature to check it was still there, something large and energetic burst from the second-floor flat, screaming something about pigeons. Catching site of Sabre, the body froze, and Sabre discovered it to be a highly hyperactive student.

The wild-haired boy looked inquisitively at Sabre's hands. After a few tense seconds of silence, the boy burst into near-incomprehensible run-on speech.

"WOW, what's that? Can I see? Is it a surprise? I [i]love[/i] surprises! I susprise myself sometimes, although I don't think you can really call it a surprise if you already know about it, haha. Who are you? I think I've seen you before somewhere. Been here long? Nice flat? Can't talk, have to plan a party. Bye!"

Sabre blinked, and the boy had disappeared.

"There goes the neighbourhood," he sighed. Still, it beat that overweight narcoleptic hyperchondriac frog that used to live on the first floor...[/color]

[b]3:21pm.[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre, dripping with mud, slopped into the reception area of Kyoto House, trying his best to ignore the bemused stares of everyone standing near the doorway. No matter what anyone said or did, he would never tell them what had just happened.

"Hi." he growled, in a most unfriendly tone. A couple of the Freshmen shrank back at the deep, threatening quaver in his voice. A relatively heroic-looking one with short red hair and a heftly sword strapped to their leg stepped forwards, though, glowering in that 'good' way that only heroes can.

"Was that a threat, monster? My brother told me all about someone like you lurking around the school, trying to create trouble. How about I teach you a lesson?" the boy hero-ed his way closer to Sabre, who slowly turned his head and looked the boy straight in the eye.

"Go put gel in your hair." he spat, traipsing towards the stairs, leaving a trail of mud and leaves behind him.

"You'll be back!" The hero hero-ised heroically, posing for some bishie girl standing next to him. "And next time I won't be so forgiving!"[/COLOR]

[Shinmaru]

[b]September 5th - 3:15 PM (15:15 PM)[/b]

The lights in her room were dimmed, and her shades were drawn. Jessica lay back in her bed on a pillow, hands clasped tightly behind her head, listening to some music streaming from her mp3 player. When Jessica was feeling particularly moody, she always found it quite soothing to lay down and listen to music. It calmed her nerves, reminded her that she was still among the living, and other such morbid thoughts. Before the next eerily calming song could start, however, Jessica's roommate burst into her room waving some kind of pink flyer that he was grasping in his hand.

"What do [i]you[/i] want?" Jessica sneered, turning off her mp3 player in annoyance. "Can't you see that I want to be alone right now?"

"There's no time to be alone!" Shinny screeched. "There's parties to be had!"

"...parties?" Jessica asked quizically.

"Yes, parties!" Shinny yelled excitedly. "Take a look at this!" He shoved the flyer into Jessica's face.

"...I can't read the flyer when it's shoved against my nose, you know," Jessica said flatly.

"I'm sorry, [i]your majesty[/i]," Shinny said, placing annoyingly thick sarcasm upon the words 'your majesty'. "I'll try to be more careful next time." Jessica grabbed the flyer out of his hand and stared down at it for a few moments.

"A costume party?" Jessica asked.

"That's what it says," Shinny said. "You can read, right?"

"Of course I can read, stupid," Jessica replied, shoving the flyer into Shinny's gut. Shinny let out a slight moan of pain, while Jessica turned over in her bed. "I don't do parties."

"Your loss," Shinny said, rolling his eyes. "I guess you can just stay all antisocial and depressing if you want to. Meanwhile, I'm gonna score me some chicks! Not that I'd have any trouble with that, anyway. It's just, at the party, I'd have the pick of the litter." Jessica stared at him with the utmost contempt, but Shinny paid her no real notice. He turned tail and left the room, not bothering to close Jessica's door behind them. This really pissed Jessica off, and she knew that he had planned on that. If there was anything that Jessica hated, it was when people didn't close doors behind them when they left a room.

"Snot-nose brat," Jessica sniffed. "Maybe I [i]will[/i] go to this party after all..." She looked down on the floor, where Shinny had conveniently left the pink flyer. On it was every detail of the party, down to where the party was actually taking place and at what time it started. "Perfect."

"Oh, Jeeeeeeeeeesssssssicaaaaaaaa," Mitsuko sang. "It's tiiiiiiiime for diiiiiiiner!"

"...ugh," Jessica replied simply, climbing out of bed and leaving her room. She closed the door behind her.

[b]September, 5th - 3:30 PM (15:30 PM)[/b]

[Doukeshi]

[b]September 5th, 2:05 PM:[/b]

Oberon looked up from his crumpled position on the floor, casting woried glances at the squeeing young girl now firmly attatched to his neck. His new roommate huh, this could prove quite...interesting. Narrowing his eyes he focused all of his concentration onto his curse willing it to activate.

[i]Die, die goddammit![/i]

Nothing happened. Oberon tried again, the vein on his forehead becoming immeditaley pronounced against the strain, his teeth grinding together with the effort. Still nothing. Resigning himself to the fact that this girl wasn't going to die anytime soon, Oberon took the more hands on approach. He shoved her forcefully off him and stood up. Folding his arms across his chest he looked down at her giggling form, sitting crosslegged on the floor.

[i]What the hell do you think you are doing?[/i] His demand, though authouritative and forceful in his head was communicated only through a series of blinks, a form of language created and used by broody and stoic adolescent boys the world over. It was especially effective in the secret operative business.

*blink, blinkblink blink* [i] I said, what the hell do you think you are doing?![/i]

[Dagger]

[B]Sept. 5, 4:30[/B]

If there was one thing Soushi loved, it was a party--and a party was not a party without a grotesquely frilly triple-layer cake. He bustled about the communal kitchen, singing a tune of his own invention and furtively gnawing a tube of purple frosting as he baked. It dangled from his lips rather like an unusually plump cigar.

He did not want to frighten those who knew him, so he had decided against dressing up as a member of the Shinsengumi. Since he was not currently in the mood to be molested (much less wear heavy make-up), he also outruled pretending to be a geisha. Given his limited costume-related resources, Soushi's only option was to take the middle road--wear a kimono, and hope enough people of both sexes harbored doubts about his gender to avoid any awkward situations.

Soushi paused midway through his attempt to juggle two rolling pins and a bag of powdered sugar. He felt quite certain that someone was standing behind him. Smiling, the senior turned around--and blinked in confusion as he saw his companion. He knew he had glimpsed that face before, but somehow her name had vanished from his memory, just as she now appeared to be sliding in and out of sight.

The gray-haired girl cleared her throat. "Treasure those around you, for--" She cut herself off midway through that rather cryptic-sounding sentence, and the mysterious wind obediently stopped as well. Not quite frowning, she coughed lightly before speaking again. "Er, your timbre is still weak--"

"Mima-chan!" Soushi yelped happily. His tube of frosting tumbled unceremoniously to the floor. "Now I remember!"

She swallowed the suddden and inexplicable urge to mutter something about the world being suffused with sound. "Hello," said Mima Miste.

[Kei]

Sept. 5, 3:30 PM

[color=darkblue]Kat sat under the shade of a large weeping willow tree staring at the hot pink flyer she'd picked up from off the ground.

"Party sound like could be much fun. Maybe I finally meet up with non-crazy people."

Kat sat and thought about what she had just said and shook her head.

"What I saying? Everyone here crazy. Is right, Random Kitten That Came From Nowhere?"

The small gray kitten that actually had appeared from nowhere in particular nodded its head as it began pawing at the paper in Kat's hand. Kat smiled down at it as she began playing a rousing game of Keep Away with the obnixiously cute feline.

"Kat no know how you understand English, but nothing around here make sense anyway, so I guess it okay. If I go to this, I guess I need costume. You can think of one, Random Kitten?"

The kitten paused only for a second to think before shrugging and returning to his paper-shredding fun. Kat's eyes drooped suddenly, accompanied by a large sweatdrop on the side of her face.

"For smart cat, you no lot of help."

The kitten simply meowed as it finished clawing up the paper as high as it could go and began scratching Kat's hand quite happily. She didn't seem to notice, however, as she was focusing all her thoughts on what her costume should be.

She could be stupid like that, sometimes.[/color]

[Arcadia]

[size=1][b]Sept. 5, 4:50 pm[/b]

The first person of the year to see the school?s infamous orange cat was a small, timid freshman with no real purpose to the story at all. He had been lingering outside Kyoto House, trembling with fear, you see, when the large cat-like creature seemed to appear next to him, sniffing at his bag.

The boy had been afraid to go into the dormitory because he had, in fact, seen a very scary and very [I]hairy[/I], muddy creature stomp in earlier. The big creature had obviously been in a foul mood and the first year boy was definitely not brave enough to follow after it. So he opted to sit outside instead and wait for his stomach to stop doing somersaults when the oversized housecat had somehow slinked up to him unnoticed.

?Um,? The boy covered his bag protectively, not quite sure if he should fear this cat or hug it incessantly. It was, after all, the cutest damn thing he?d seen all day, despite the fact that it was almost his size. Compared to the living, breathing snacks from the reception hall (which he now regretted eating, because it most definitely felt like it was still bouncing around in his stomach) and the scary mud man that kept him out of his dorm room in the first place, this big kitty seemed pretty harmless. Tentatively, he scratched the cat behind the ears. ??nice cat.?

It was about then he noticed that the seemingly harmless kitty had something green in its mouth. As if on cue, the cat dropped the object onto the boy?s lap. It turned out to be a smallish Cactuar plushie. Where the orange cat had found this plushie, the boy knew not. And if he had known, he probably would have dropped it and run away quickly, but alas, he didn?t know. In return, he pulled a cookie out of his bag that he?d been saving for later (this one didn?t look alive, but you could never really be certain) and held it out in offering. The cat purred very loudly, approvingly, took the cookie and slinked off again. The freshman boy merely waved goodbye and said to himself, ?What a nice kitty.?

He didn?t have a lot of time to reflect on his new plushie toy, however, as he was viciously tackled by a cat-man who was yelling something about a Mr. Spiklings.

The sleek, orange cat was already inside the building, however, unaware of the possible casualty occurring outside. It pranced upstairs to the fourth floor where it proceeded to curl up in front of somebody?s door, munching very happily on a cookie that was very, entirely inanimate.[/size]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 5th, 4:52pm[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre scowled at his carpet, now caked in dried mud and bits of tree. His fur felt disgusting, and the worst thing was he'd run out of conditioner. The people in Hair and Beauty would murder him if they saw his (relatively, considering he was a werewolf) well-kept hair all matted, tangled and with six inches of indescribable substances stuck to it.

But a lot of people wanted to murder him anyway, so it didn't bother him that much.

Really.

He hauled himself into his shower and turned it on, not bothering to get out of his clothes- they needed a wash anyway. After a lot of scrubbing, wrestling and off-key singing, he felt clean enough to step outside again.

And indeed he did so, dripping huge amounts of water onto the floor, further worsening the stains on his carpet. He was only glad that Takahashi didn't bother cleaning individual rooms. He was certain something did, but it was hard to tell- whenever a mysterious stain vanished in a mysterious way, it was often thought to have never existed in the first place. But there was something intangible about the way his sofa cushions were rearranged every Thursday afternoon...

Resisting his instinctive urge to walk into a crowded room and shake his fur off over eveyone in the vicinity, he reached for his towel and hairdryer and stood in his living-room facing the TV. Jabing the buttons on the remote control with no more skill than any other particular person, he tried searching for one that wouldn't bore him within 120 seconds.

In a few short clicks, he found a programme that looked uncannily like his favourite show. But something was wrong.

It wasn't.

Sabre's jaw dropped in disbelief as a cheap imitation of one of [i]Love/Hate[/i]'s main male characters swanned on-screen, spouting something about his ever-dying love to a girl with disgustingly long red hair.

"WHATTHEHELLISTHIS?" he spluttered, eyes bulging. "That is [i]so[/i] trying to be [i]Love/Hate[/i]! How can they put this cheap trash on when it's so BLATANTLY a low-budget, half-baked rip-off?"

His hairdryer and towel lay forgotten on the floor while he grabbed the TV with both hands and sat on his knees, watched the screen intently.

"This is rubbish this is terrible this is garbage this is bad... what did he just say?"

At that moment, the doorbell rang.[/COLOR]

[Zidargh]

[b]September 5th, 5:08pm[/b]

"Coward." Rei turned his head away from the green, cactus plushie in disgrace as it stared at him intensely. "Trying to escape by some cat... What did you say!?"

[i]Apparentley[/i], Mr. Spiklings had 'degraded' Rei by stating that he had familiarities with a cat. And so, Mr. Yargh snapped as usual and ended up rolling around the floor, clinging onto Mr. Spiklings' 'neck' whilst the battered freshmen that had been taken out by Rei previously, blasted out some action theme tune with his oversized earphones connecting to his iPod.

After three continuous loops of the song played, a beeping sound could be heard. The beeps belonged to Rei's cheap electronic watch from Akibahara, stating that it was now in fact 5:22pm.

With heavy breaths, and Mr. Spiklings still caged by Rei's 'hands', it had been declared that the spar was a draw, and that it was time to go home. "What the hell have I been doing for the past 7 hours?" Rei asked as he stood up, leaving Spiklings on the floor, and then holstered his rucksack. "Let's go Mr. Spiklings."

[size=1]Narrators Voice: And so the bonded duo journeyed onward to their home. Well--uh--Sir Rei did, whilst Spiklings just laid there. But regardless, they went home! *Ahem*[/size]

[b]September 5th, 6:01 PM[/b]

The train journey had been a long, perilous one. Not only did Rei encounter three, female-sailor-suit-wearing-girl teenagers that demanded they get his autograph for being 'Kawaii', but there were no seats left on the train. Usually, Rei would just sit down, being eyed up and down by the curious toddlers and elderly couples, but this time he had to stand up... and hold the 'handle'.

Trying to pull his hand from the sticky, red handle proved futile as he eventually had to use both hands, bag on the floor, to send him flying straight through one of the train windows. Fortunately, two white-gloved train wardens broke his fall, whilst a keen baseball player lobbed his black rucksack to his hands.

Passing through the turnstile that swarmed with residents of Tokyo passing through at all directions, Rei caught sight that it was now raining. This was good however as the rain always cleared away the humidity that smothered the asphalt canyons that are known as Tokyo. Across the road were what seemed like thousands of neon signs, and thousands of other residents, cars sweeping past and crashing now and again.

Turning right, Rei passed the last couple of umbrella-toting people down a quiet, secluded alley. Puddles were beginning to form, and so it was inevitable that he would eventually sink his feet into the depths of cold water. The high, grey walls held above to the right, the train station, and to the left, a pizza restaurant that wafted delicious aromas of Squid Ink Pizza. However, now was not the time to dawdle, what with the rain becoming heavier.

As he ran, Rei came across thoughts of that mysterious orange cat. Something just wasn't right. It had too much...pride. However, he had seen much more stranger things before, so the ponders ended quickly. Luckily for Rei, he had reached the end of the alley that led to his apartments.

In front of him stood a glass, sliding door, and to the left, a capsule toy machine. Resisting the urge of the machine, Rei slid the door to the side, and checked the little hive of mail slots. As usual, he had none, but it was always nice to check now and again.

After walking up to the raised, wooden floorboards, Rei clung to the wall and peered around to see if his arch nemesis was sitting at the reception desk. This nemesis was the land lady of course, and as usual, she was watching his every move.

Tip-toeing to the stairs, completely unaware of her alertness, Rei silently clung to the banister and climbed them, sounds of surface friction being heard with every step.

The land lady just shook her head.

[b]September 5th, 6:13pm[/b]

[DeathBug]

[color=indigo][size=1][font=comic sans ms] 09/05, 19:00

"Okay okay okay okay, word of the party is out! Phase one is go!"

"Uh, who're you talking to?" The random freshman had seen a lot of strange things today, but the sight of the average raving guy was always something that struck close to home. It's the kind of home-grown insanity that strikes the inner chord of the human soul. Or maybe it was because Kiyoshi wasn't wearing his shirt and was crossing the campus courtyard [i]while[/i] talking to himself.

Yeah, that worked to.

"What do you mean, who am I talking to?" Kiyoshi asked the student, turning around to face him with cat-like speed.

.....

"No, really, what do you mean? I wasn't paying attention."

The freshman backed away slightly. "I mean, who are you tralking to? There's no one here!"

kiyoshi blinked. "You're here, aren't you?"

"So, you were talking to me."

"No, of course not. But you're here, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Kiyoshi squinted at him. "You're not sure? Oh, trhat's bad. Maybe that's why I'm not talking to you. I mean, if you're not sure you're here, then maybe you're not at all."

The student scoffed. "That's stupid! if I'm not here, who are you talking to?"

"Myself, of course. I always talk to myself. That's how I know I'm here. But no one's talking to you, and you aren't sure if you're here or not, so you can't be sure you're not here."

The boy frowned. "I never thought of that before..."

Kiyoshi nodded triumphant. "Of course you haven't! Because, I think, therefore I am. Y ou haven't thought, so you obviously aren't, and i'm here talking to myself like I alwaysdo, because I'm quirky."

"I'm here!"

"Then prove it!"

"I...uh, well, I guess I can't-" *BOIT* Caught in a philosophical conundrum, the freshman disappeared. Kiyoshi, content that he was here (or would it be there?), continued on his quest to find paper plates and plastic cups.

And ice. He'd need lots of ice.[/color][/size][/font]

[Ezekiel]

[B]September 05 19:09[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric scowled as he stalked into Kyoto House (I think that's where I live) he noticed a trail of mud on the floor and a few orange cat hairs littered the carpet.
He growled and remembered his encounter with Aya. Damn cat girl. He hated cats and was allergic to them, next time he saw her he'd give her what-for.
Before he noticed he was muttering profanities to himself and getting odd looks from freshmen who weren't quite used to the strange seniors just yet.

Imric noticed the stares, he turned slowly end bent his head slightly to glare directly into the young boys face,

"What...the [I]hell[/I] are you staring at, kid?"
the child whimpered, cringed, and ran to his group of friends jabbering about crazy girly-boys.
Imric sighed and flicked his beautiful hair over his shoulder and walked up the stairs to his room, hoping that he would not meet anyone on the way there.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the best of luck.

Before Imric reached the fifth step he heard the sound of a rushed student skidding into the entrance.

"Duuuuude, you're Imric, right!?"

Ah, it was that crazy one, Kiyoshi.
Imric ignored him and continued to walk up the stairs,
"OY!" Kiyoshi lunged forward in slow motion and made a dramatic grab for Imric ponytail, he made contact and yanked back pulling Imric back and falling to the floor in a heap with an extremely angry bishie standing over him fixing his hair.

Girls giggled and screeched in joy, "Yaoi, yaoi, yaoi!" they were silenced by the blue haired boys cold stare.

"If I have split ends I'm going to gut you and give your entrails to Aya for Christmas.
"Would you really do that?" complete with Chibi eyes.
"....Yes. yes I would." Imric turned and continued on his way upstairs, hugging his ponytail protectively.
"Wait! I wanna ask you something!"
"......"
"Does your floor have ice?"
"........!"
"Thanks buddy!" Kiyoshi ran past Imric and slapped him no the back in a 'friendly' manner as he bounded up the stairs 4 at a time leaving the poor Bishie at the bottom trying to catch his breath.

'On second thought,' Imric considered, 'I'm going to find someone who's sane....' with that he walked out leaving his horrific magenta suitcase with the guard in reception.[/COLOR]

[Dagger]

[b]Sept. 5, 4:53[/b]

Soushi stumbled into Sabre's suite and immediately flung himself to the ground. "I thought the party was [i]today[/i]," he moaned, his voice muffled by the carpet. "And to make things worse, Kiyoshi ate my entire cake."

"Tell me about it," Sabre growled, giving the television a murderous glare. "I can't believe this crap! Of all the nerve--" After a moment he realized that Soushi was still lolling about on the floor, muttering unhappily and periodically twitching from what could only be sugar deprivation. "Um, long time no see," he added lamely.

They had never been particularly close, but he appreciated the senior for not attempting to kill him and parade his head around on a stick. Indeed, Soushi's attitude was disturbingly friendly; if he were anyone else, Sabre might have suspected him of possessing ulterior motives.

Soushi sat up and scooted over to the couch, curiously eyeing the TV screen (which was currently dominated by a hideously made-up blonde). "Hey, what's the show? You know, it looks kind of like--"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Sabre bellowed, and that was that. They watched the nameless soap in mutual misery, occasionally making snide remarks about someone's hairstyle or the absurdly predictable script.

[b]Sept. 5, 11:00[/b]

"Soushi..."

"Hm?" The senior rolled over and gave Sabre a pleasant smile, obviously pleased with himself. "Is something wrong?"

The werewolf was hovering over his unexpectedly occupied bed, wondering if Soushi did this to everyone. The answer to that, of course, was a resounding yes. "Look, you have a room of your own--and a rather nice one, too. Use it."

Soushi's smile widened. "No."

"I thought you left four hours ago!"

"I did leave. You never said I couldn't come back in through the window." He clutched the blankets protectively to his chest. "I'll take the couch if it bothers you that much. But I really, really don't like sleeping by myself."

"What? Are you scared of the dark or something?" Sabre demanded, exasperated. "For heaven's sake..."

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 5th, 11:01pm[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre rubbed his eyes- he was tired, and didn't really want to deal with trying to throw someone out of his apartment at this hour. Folding his arms, he strained his mind to try and find a possible solution that wouldn't leave him feeling guilty of going against Soushi's innate sense of companionship, but would still gain him enough distance to keep his personal... self out of reach.

Soushi gazed desperately at his somewhat reluctant host, gripping the sheets tightly. Sabre did his best to try and avoid his eyeline, lest he be drawn into something he hadn't planned.

"Well... I guess I could find some sheets and sleep on the floor," he sighed. "You take the bed."

Soushi looked almost horrified. "Oh, I can't kick you out of your bed! Why don't I sleep on the floor?"

"Then... I'll have the bed?"

"Then I can't [i]see[/i] you."

Pause. Sabre twitched slightly. "You want to see me?"

"I do get lonely..."

"Oh, [i]right[/i]..."

Sabre turned to face the wall and grimaced. He buried his head in his hands, trying to curb his temper as much as possible. He really was too tired for this.

"Alright, I have an idea," he said firmly to the boy curled up inside his duvet. "We take the matress from the bed and move it into the living-room, to where I can also move the sofa cushions and we can sleep tog- I mean, we can [i]both[/i] sleep there, without being too close. I mean, not that I don't want to be close, it's just that... So, er... semi-close," he babbled gruffly.

He coughed politely after a few seconds, indicating his finish.

"Soushi, is that alright?"

Soushi didn't reply- he'd fallen fast asleep. As Sabre moved a spare set of bedsheets from his cupboard, not noticing that they were handed to him by a mysterious shadowy figure, he had to admit that the boy, although awkward, did look very cute like that.

Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, Sabre laid himself down on the floor and pulled the sheets over his chest, making sure he could still be seen from the bed. Rolling onto his side, he let a slight smile creep onto his face before drifting off to sleep.[/COLOR]

[Shinmaru]

[b]September 5th - 3:45 PM (15:45 PM)[/b]

Jessica sauntered lazily into the dining area. A small table lay in the middle of the room, with Shinny and Mitsuko huddled around it, white bowls in front of them. Jessica's bowl was at her usual spot at the table, in between Mitsuko and Shinny who sat on opposite sides. Jessica sat down, legs underneath, and looked down crossly at the strange concoction floating around in the bowl in front of her.

"What [i]is[/i] this?" Jessica asked, her face scrunched up in disgust.

"Well," Mitsuko asked, her stare very blank. "I'm actually not sure, myself...I got the recipe out of a magazine, but I can't seem to remember the name of the recipe at the moment..." Jessica looked extremely fed up for a moment, then decided to give in and start eating. As soon as she put one spoonful of goop into her mouth, however, she immediately wished that she had thrown a giant tantrum and dumped it all on Shinny's head.

"Ugh," Jessica said, sticking out her tongue. "This crap tastes worse than it smells!"

"I'm glad you like it!" Mitsuko said, completely oblivious to Jessica's complaints. "How do you like it, Shinny?"

"Uh," Shinny said. "I think it tastes great! Yeah." Jessica frowned at Shinny. He was obviously angling for something from Mitsuko, because he didn't usually go the brown nose route. Jessica decided that she would have to remain on her guard for a while. What she didn't know is that she wouldn't have to remain that way for very long.

"I hear that there's a party on Friday, Jessica," Mitsuko said. Jessica choked on some tea that she had been drinking. [i]How did she know about that?![/i] Jessica thought to herself. She immediately glanced at Shinny, who, of course, was looking perfectly 'innocent'. She knew exactly who had spilled the beans to Mitsuko.

"Really...? That's news to me," Jessica stammered.

"I think it would be great if you took Shinny along with you to this party," Mitsuko offered.

"What?!" Jessica yelled. "I can't take [i]him[/i] to the party, I'm already among the lowest of the low on the social scale! Not that I care, or anything, but still! I can't take him along with me!"

"But he really wants to go," Mitsuko pouted. "You're older than him and you should be setting an example for him."

"You're acting like my mother or something," Jessica sniffed.

"As far as you're concerned, I [i]am[/i] your mother," Mitsuko replied. Jessica frowned heavily. Her stomach was now feeling extremely ill. Jessica got up and began to walk slowly out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Mitsuko asked.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Jessica growled. "I got sick all of a sudden."

"Hurry up," Shinny said. "I really, really have to go!"

Jessica stayed in the bathroom for an hour.

[b]September 15th - 10:30 PM (22:30 PM)[/b]

Jessica lay on her side in her bed. Her stomach was feeling slightly better, but she was still a bit ill, mostly stemming from the 'revelation' that she would be forced to have Shinny accompany her to the party.

"It's not fair," Jessica said, muttering to herself. "And people wonder why I'm so surly and dramatic all the time...I'd like to see them take all this crap. Ugh. And to imagine that I thought I might actually have a semi-enjoyable time at a party for once." Jessica sighed heavily and stared up at the roof. "I just don't understand. What does the world have against me? Why am I made to be put through so much crap? I just wish things were a little different..."

And, on that highly depressing note, Jessica went to sleep.

[Ben]

September 5th, 11:00PM

Yabaku28's opened his eyes. It was late, and he'd had no interaction with humans since leaving Master Ooguchi outside of the girls' bathroom. While he could surely have remained in sleep mode until the following day, Yabaku28 enjoyed surveying the grounds at night, when the other students were at rest and the campus was quiet.

Only, the campus wasn't quiet. Three mecha-pilots were at the school's football field, tossing a large scrap of junk metal around. They were making an awful lot of noise, and Yabaku28 couldn't see how anybody could be sleeping with that ruckus going on. So, he strode over to the field and looked up at the nearest of the three mechas. "Excuse me!" he whispered urgently. When his first attempt failed, he tried again, slightly louder. "Excuse me!" Again, he was frustrated by failure.

Failing, in turn, to get the attention of the other two pilots, Yabaku28 set up a plot to disrupt their game. When the hunk of scrap metal they were throwing around passed overhead of him, Yabaku28 stretched out his arms to their full extent and grabbed the corroded alloy firmly. Rather then halting the flight of the large object, though, Yabaku28 was merely taken along for the ride, and haphazardly crashed into the windshield of one of the mechas. The pilot arched his eyebrows, and flipped on his windshield wipers. Yabaku28 crumbled to the ground in a tangled mess of extended arms and blue-paneled misery.

"Hey guys!" the mecha-pilot boomed loudly to the others. "What's the vending machine doing out here?"

"I don't know, but my jock straps have been in there ever since the coach took away my locker last year."

Yabaku28 reeled in his extended arms. Opening a panel in his left leg, he found, sure enough, several old, filthy, and generally disgusting pieces of athletic wear. No wonder he'd never gotten a date to the Prom...

Yabaku28 tore out the offensive materials, burning them with a blowtorch that sprouted from the top of his head. A cloud of disinfectant suddenly sprayed out from every panel of his being, and he directed a particularly strong stream from his index finger into his right leg. The thought of festering human garments held in his inner workings gave him shivers. Humans could be so revolting.

The three pilots had emerged from their mechas, and were now eagerly standing before him with quarters in their hands.

"I wonder what he's got for sale."

"Heh, probably your [I]jock straps![/I]"

"Yeah, whatever, just put the money in."

If there was one thing Yabaku28 hated more than people who put quarters in him, it was jocks. Well, technically not jocks in general, just the ignorant morons who did stuff like show off, brag, and play scrap toss in their mechas near midnight. Yabaku28 himself played several sports, actually, but--

CHINK.

[strike]The first shot had been fired.[/strike] The first [I]quarter[/I] had been dropped.

With a savage bellow of fury, Yabaku28 erupted into a huge mass of guns, lasers, missiles, rolling pins, and confectionary sugar sieves. The hapless mecha pilots retreated, dropping their change and heading in the direction of their suits. Yabaku28 swatted one of them with a rolling pin, rolled him couple times, and sprinkled sugar on him. He disintegrated the shoes of another, and then clobbered him with a ladle. A bit of parsley dropped onto his head, finishing him. The third managed to reach his mecha and quickly scrambled inside.

When he finally reached the controls, the boy found that Yabaku28 had disappeared from sight. His friends were still lying on the ground, motionless and looking vaguely appetizing. Then suddenly, the right arm of his mecha disappeared, to be replaced by massive stalk of celery. The legs in turn disappeared also, to become matching carrots. The mecha collapsed, unable to maintain balance. The pilot scrambled out of his mecha to find Yabaku28 playing a Frank Sinatra song while systematically converting his mecha to vegetables before his very eyes. The right arm became a hefty asparagus, and the body and shoulders were blasted into a various assortment of smaller vegetables.

"Like my Veggie-Ray?" Yabaku28 asked pleasantly, arching his modified arm back with a flourish. "Healthy eating never was easier."

The pilot ran off, gibbering almost incoherently. "Mecha....gone...[B]vegetables[/B]....life...ruined!"

Yabaku28 went back to his outlet next to the vending machines and plugged himself in. He chuckled slightly before finally shutting down. He had gotten back at some jocks, made a few bucks in spare change, and provided the on-campus students something to stare at when they awoke. Giant vegetables, heh.

[Hevn]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B][COLOR=Purple]September 5 - 8:30pm[/COLOR]

"...32, 33, 34, and 35."

Professor Ken Wu-Fan finished counting the steps of the stairs up to his apartment, which he does everytime he goes up or down the stairs since... it might have changed the previous night.

He enter his flat.
Opens the light.
Closes it.
Opens it again.
Closes it.
Opens it again.
Clo... :nope:
Places his grocery stuff near the sink.
Removes his black disposable gloves.
Throws it away.
Wears plastic gloves.
Opens faucet which emits hot flaming water.
Washes off canned goods with new lava hand soap.
Washes off coins he got as change from the grocery cashier.
Throws soap.
Removes plastic gloves.
Throws it away.
Places canned goods in cupboard, alpahabetically, with labels facing him.
Re-alphabetizes.:sweat:
Wears another plastic gloves.
Goes to polish coins. Once, twice, thrice.
Puts everything in wallet which has separate pockets for each type of coin.

After all these decontamination activities, Ken proceeded to watch TV. As he was flipping through the channels he stopped in horror to see a movie scene showing loads of annoying anime chibis running around a park chasing chickens, detonating bombs, playing plushie fights, with icky food all over their faces and clothes, and just being plain dirty.

"...ugh! The very picture of the reception hall on first days of school."

As he was about to change the channel, three random fairies flew inside from the kitchen window, giggling and tattling in high-pitched notes. A great amount of green, blue and red pixie dust jingled and fell all over the carpet. Of course this irritated Ken but he already knew what he would do since these little scoundrels passes by inside his house every night as if it's an established line of travel towards their magical home. Grabbing a sprite-icide, he took aim, sprayed, and accidentally missed. Now he rarely missed so this pissed him off and all the more as the fairies jested at and teased him into running after them around the house. He cussed endlessly and when he just couldn't take it anymore, his short-term memory loss attacked and turned the chasing scene into a never before seen footage of "Professor Ken and the Three Little Faeries' Wonderful Tea Party".

As usual, it only lasted for five minutes. Ken managed to be aware of what was happening before the tea party and continued the activity until the fairies were all knocked out. He placed them in a box, writes a "Be warned, Pixies!" sign, and let his pet monster take them safely home. It was, after all, just a lesson to all pixies.

After vacuum-cleaning all pixie dust trails his flat, he went to the bathroom for his third shower which he does routinely everyday. Let's not get into a detailed account of that shower scene.

*After an hour-long hot shower*

Ken grabbed one towel and started drying the inside of the shower up to the last moist and drop of water. After that, he folded the towel neatly and placed it in a box labeled "laundry". He then grabbed another one and towel-dried himself.

After a few more minutes of preparation, he finally went to bed and set his two alarm clocks at 9am and 9:05am respectively.

[COLOR=Purple]~~~
OOC: References to "As Good as it Gets" movie and DW's tea parties ^_~[/COLOR][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Sorry for taking so long Hugo but I'm back and ready to rumble.

[CENTER][B]September 5th - 07:15 (7:15 A.M.)[/B][/CENTER]

[I]Vegi's head ached with one wicked hangover, he promised himself that this would be the last time he'd do something like that, but for Vegi this was something which happened on an almost weekly basis. Lying in the middle of his Well-Beyond-King size bed he forcefully opened his eyes before shutting them at the blinding light outside, that was before he noted the distinct and dutiful cough of his man-servant. Jeeves was standing over him in his typical straighter-than-a-ruler posture holding a glass of water and a pair of aspirin for his master, Vegi wondered what he'd do without Jeeves. He took both and thanked him before downing the whole lot and awkwardly trying to get out of bed, it was only when Jeeves reminded him that today was his first day in a new term that the tablets seemed to have any effect.[/I]

[b]Vegi:[/b] [[I]Groans loudly[/I]] Oh you're not serious, What time is it ?, Where are my clean clothes ?, Are my books ready ?... [[I]Goes on with another few dozen questions before settling down[/I]]

[b]Jeeves:[/b] [[I]Completely devoid of emotion and speaking in posh British accent[/I]] It is exactly 7:19 A.M., your clothes are in your wardrobe as usual and your books are in your bad down stairs. Breakfast will be served in 15 minutes after you've had your shower and got on some clean clothing.

[I]Escorting his young employer to the en-suite Jeeves stood waiting for his dirty bedclothes before leaving to get his master's breakfast ready. Vegi was a little settled down now and had even managed to forget about his hangover, either that or Jeeves had given him Industrial-strength painkillers. Shower with as great a haste as possible he managed to put toothpaste in his hair and shaving foam on his toothbrush, swearing he managed to clean and dry himself off before making his way over to his mammoth sized wardrobes. Managing to rip off the doors with his super human strength Vegi cursed loudly before removing his signature tan coloured jeans, navy blue t-shirt and white and navy trainers.

Attempting to race down the stairs only to trip and nearly kill himself Vegi managed to make it down into the kitchen with just a minor concussion and several bruises. Surviving this obvious attempt at assassination, he sits down only to find a bowl of porridge place infront of him. Poking dubiously at it he asks Jeeves in a less than polite manner why Jeeves has given him porridge instead of something he'll actually eat.[/I]

[b]Jeeves:[/b] It is for your own good Master Vegitible, now eat up or you'll be late for school.

[b]Vegi:[/b] [[I]Grumbles quietly[/I]] Stupid porridge, more likely to be used in laying a house foundation that a breakfast. [[I]Tastes a small bit[/I]] I'll get you for this Jeeves.

[u]Fast Forward[/u]

[CENTER][b]September 6th - 00:40[/b][/CENTER]

[I]After a long and arduous day of doing nothing other than getting his Timetable and familiarising himself with the new students, whom he'll end up either beating up or having to beat off with a stick as they try to follow him around. Sitting one of the many benches in the sports field he closes his eyes before being jumped from behind by a hairy and yet familiar were-wolf...[/I]

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Not a great post I know but it's bloody hard to write an intro post when you're so out of shape. [/SIZE]

[Zidargh]

[b]September 6th, 00:04am[/b]

Rei sat up from his bed and took the time to survey his surroundings. He'd done so many times before, but at night, the room seemed particularily brighter.

The walls were white, and so it was a very painful sight to see if you awoke to the sun reflecting off of them. His bed laid next to one of the two sliding windows that overlooked the little shopping district behind the apartment building. Scattered around were various chrome shelves housing different plushies, video games and a few travel books. The wall that the door stood inbetween of allowed a single photograph to hang. In it was Rei looking reluctant as a cowboy hatted man embraced him, with a grin so large that it could cause it's own solar eclipse.

After recalling the very painful memory of his encounter with 'Stan- The extremely talented lawyer-who-will-guarantee-a-won-case', Rei let out a "Yeah right", but interrupted himself after being reminded that Stan did get him this apartment.

Continuing his survey, Rei looked at the very modern, egg shaped chair that faced a small television. [i]"Very comfortable,"[/i] Rei noted to himself. Just behind was a gap in the wall that led to his tiny kitchen that was so small, that if you stood in between the kitchen tops, you'd have about a 1 foot amount of space to your left, in front and to the right. The microwave door had been left open with some 'Soba Noodle!' still in the packet inside, and two unique looking bottles of Sake were toppled over.

It wasn't much, but it was home.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through the open window next to his bed, with it, a piece of paper made impact with the back of Rei's goose-pimpled neck. Picking it off against the air currents, Rei looked at it astonished because it seemed that it had came all the way from the Tokyo academy.

"Party, eh?" Rei questioned the piece of paper. "I'll be there."

Taking off his top and roughly cut trousers, Rei placed them in the closet just next to the front door and stood proudly with his hands on his hips. If a passerby were to... pass by, then they'd be witnessing Rei in his boxer shorts. A lovely sight, Rei was sure.

Out of nowhere, a swooshing and fizzing sound could be heard as the door rattled gently. "He's back!" Rei exclaimed, opening his door to find Mr. Spiklings at his feet. It had appeared the magical, small Yggdrassil tree outside his front door had transported the cactuar back home. "Thankya' kindly Yggdrassil tree."

The tree's eyes blinked and gave a reassuring nod in response. No one knew why the tree was there, no one knew how it had eyes or could grow through the floorboards, but no one bothered to ask.

Closing the door and placing Mr. Spiklings on one of the chrome shelves, Rei was finally ready for bed. And so by placing himself inbetween the mattress and the cool sheets, Rei switched off the lights and fell to sleep.

[Kei]

[b]Sept. 5, 8:45 PM[/b]

[color=darkblue]Kat was still sitting under the tree at the school grounds, having passed out due to blood loss. The gray kitten that had suddenly appeared had just as suddenly disappeared, leaving poor Kat undefended against the elements, and the wandering lech. Of course, since Kat was passed out, she was unaware of this, but let's forget that for now and go into her dreams, shall we?

*[i]Kaye flew along in what seemed like an endless void. Strange patterns changed on the endless horizon, making her think she awso n the worst acid trip of her life, and she didn't even do drugs.[/i] [/color]

[b]The following is a Public Service Annoucement:

Stay in school! Don't do drugs! A random movie actor said so!

The preceeding was a Public Service Annoucement. Back to our regularly scheduled weirdness, already in progress.[/b]


[color=darkblue]"--am I? What the heck is this place? Don't you hate it when one of those stupid emergency test signals come on during the part of the show you really want to see and you can't hear anything except that really annoying buzzing sound? And why is our school mascot floating by me right now?

A small, yellow creature wearing a pink diaper and carrying a small futon beater went by, looking entirely too cute to be real.

"Puchuu!" it said, as it waved happily.

Kaye shuddered as she thought of the plushie version of that same creature was placed so cruelly in her gym locker last year. The image still haunted her to the day.

"Honestly, why can't we have a nicer mascot, like a deranged dragon, or something? Yeesh. Anyways, back to where/what this place is. The last thing I remember was thinking about that party thingummy or whatever, the kitty was biting me, then I was here...."

Kaye shut her eyes tightly, thinking hard about what could have possibly happened. Finally, with a decorative retangular burst of color around her head, she came up with the answer.

"Some newbie spellcaster must have sent me here! I bet it was one of those creeps I beat up earlier! Well, they're not gonna get away with it. I'll find my way out and....um...beat 'em up again, yeah! Just you wait. I'll...."

Kaye kept mumbling under her breath as she began trying to swim through the void, intent on finding her way out.

She went a good eight hours before she realized it was a dream.[/color]

*The dream sequence is totally in English, hence why Kat's way of speaking changes and why her real name is used.

[Ezekiel]

[B]September 6 ~00:03[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imric was [I]still[/I] lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and frowning. Of course, there was no point in staring because he couldn?t see anything without his glasses but that was beside the point. He hadn?t been able to get to sleep and he doubted he would for the next week, the stress of school kept him awake most nights...also the fear of being attacked by Soushi whether it be in his dreams or real life.
The bishie shuddered and turned over onto his side, recalling what he had done in the last hour before retiring to his apartment...

[B]~Flashback to that evening~[/B]

Imric had tied his ponytail around his waist in an attempt to keep it safe.
He had muttered to it as he walked around the field just outside the school,
"No one will hurt you again...I promise...." he cooed as he stroked the tufty end of his hair.
Seniors who passed just smiled and nodded, used to Imric's strange affection for his hair, he noticed the gazes and glared,
"What?! Can?t a couple of people get some peace around here?!"
The passers by shook their heads and continued on their way while Imric muttered profanities under his breath as he continued to walk.

Eventually he reached the cafeteria, most of the food was gone...most of it in the stomach of Soushi, most probably.
Imric sighed and picked up an apple, munching on it as he glared at unsuspecting first years. He looked at the familiar surroundings, waved to Master Oogochi and received a disgusting cough in return.

After half an hour, Imric had successfully wooed 5 new girls, scared a new boy and freaked out a teacher by stroking his pony tail and managing to get a purr from it.

As he made his way back to his apartment, Imric passed the residence of Prof. Ken Wu-Fan.
An evil smirk crossed his face as he made his way to the door and up the stairs to where the Professor would be asleep, or busy in the shower.

The ponytail was undone, hands outstretched and a smirk planted on Imric's face. He hummed and blasted a molten fireball at the Professor?s door, knocking it 6 feet into the room managing to get it perfectly on couch.

He cackled wildly and ran down the corridor, hiding around the corner for long enough to hear the high-pitched scream of the professor as he noticed what had happened.
He cursed about germs and shrieked as he noticed the state of all the splinters around his room.
Then he noticed it, a blue hair.
Imric howled with laughter as he heard the roar of,
"Kagushi!" from the professors room. After the sound of a broom being grabbed Imric hastily made his retreat, his eyes blurred with tears of laughter.

[B]~End Flashback~[/B]

Imric grinned as he remembered that evening, annoying the Professor was such a joy for him and an opportunity that couldn?t be missed.
He sighed and turned his head to look at the clock, 00:15. After that, he chuckled to himself, kissed his ponytail good night and closed his eyes hoping to get to sleep.[/COLOR]

[terra]

[color=gray][b]Sept. 6, 12:07AM[/b]

Mima sighed, rolling over in bed noiselessly. She couldn't sleep. The moon was shining brightly in at her window, and it didn't occur to her that she could simply close the blinds.

Earlier that day, in an attempt to act like a "normal student," she'd gotten caught in the kitchen by Soushi, quite literally. He had been making a cake, apparently for the party in no less than five days (Mima had always thought he was a little strange ... perhaps overly high-strung). In a spectacular demonstration of slight klutziness mixed with a marked amount of overzealousness, he'd tripped on something invisible and practically poured flour and batter on Mima.

The immediate effect for Soushi was that the cake was now out of the question, as all the flour seemed to be on the floor. The immediate effect for Mima had been stickiness. Stickiness like she'd never known before. Stickiness that made movement, let alone [i]subtle[/i] movement, nearly impossible. She'd experienced her first full-blown panic attack when she'd tried to drift out of the kitchen to the shower, and been completely unable to.

Soushi had laughed, clapping a hand on her shoulder and saying charmingly, "Don't worry, Mima-chan! You look good in white!" and whirled away, presumably to bother some other innocent victim.

Mima had stood in the kitchen, staring down at her incredibly obvious, impossible-to-hide self, immersing herself in the feeling of being vulnerable and exposed for a full four minutes. Until someone had come by -- Mima hadn't even stopped to see who it was -- and she'd finally kicked back into gear by shrieking and running (yes, [i]running[/i], what a traditional and horribly pedestrian method of movement) back to her room and straight into her shower. The rest of the day had been spent cleaning up the mess of flour and batter she'd left, including what remained of Soushi's kitchen debacle. She didn't want to chance ever having to walk in that white powder [i]again[/i].

But now she was next-to-invisible again and not tired, so she got up and stood by her window. The wind flirted with her hair as moonlight sparkled in her eyes, and she thought to herself, [i]What a perfect cutscene. And what a waste, nobody's here.[/i]

Driven by some unknown force, Mima slipped out of her room and into the one next door, where Imric Kagushi was lying sleepless in his bed. Shamelessly, she opened his blinds wide to let the moon and the wind come in and repeated the tableau she'd just performed in her own room. She waited only a few moments, just long enough for him to look up and notice her, then glanced at him, caught his eyes, and smiled. Very knowingly. And a little creepily.

Then she slipped away, back into her own bed, somehow feeling much better.[/color]

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 6th, 4:21am[/b]

[color=#503f86]Osaka house loomed over the treetops in the dark night, a terrifying silhouette against the starry sky, in which lived some of the most feared beings in the area... and the school teachers.

In a mansion-like extension sitting at the top of the apartment building, Principal Gondo Okari placed his hands in a pyramidal shape and leant forwards on his desk as black as night, in his chair as black as night, against his walls which were two shades down from night in the Dulux Evil Room Colour Scheme. He let out a quiet sigh, watching the bright orange vapour escape from his lips and suffocate the various government spies hiding in the corners of the room. A few seconds later, he clicked his fingers and a door in the side of the room opened, at which stood a thirty-something year old female clutching an archaic typewriter in her arms.

"You called, sir?"

"Yes, I did."

There was a tense silence. The secretary clutched her typewriter closely to her body in anticipation.

The Principal of Tokyo Academy didn't move, but his sunglasses slid obediently up his nose to further obscure his eyes from his PA.

She blinked and a large sweatdrop appeared behind her head, dangerously close to causing a large puddle on the floor behind her. The fact that she was only two feet tall meant she had to be extra careful about them.

"Did you want me, sir?" she whispered tentatively.

Gondo Okari moved his head in her direction and did nothing, in the sinister way that only the best sinister characters could manage.

"I am getting bored with waiting for the term to start." he seethed. "Warm up Mister Yamauchi."

The secretary almost dropped her typewriter. "But sir, that could cause unending problems in the flow of time! A whole day will be lost- aeroplane flights will be in chaos, newspapers will all be out of date, the chickens will-"

Gondo let out a deafening belch which blew the secretary clean out of the room.

"I am well aware of the consequences, Miss Gok. Now, if you please."

Miss Gok ran as fast as she could over to the corner of the room, but not without first bumping into a table, a chair, an expensive piece of some archaic robot that Gondo had a personal attachment to and one of the dead government agents. She hit the bookcase with a resounding 'thud' and began climbing up to the top to reach a tiny, almost insignificant switch at the back. Giving Okari one last pleading look (which was answered by one certainly-not-last 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don't-do-this' look), she flicked the switch.

Immediately, the bookcase began to rumble and creak. It threw Miss Gok violently across the room, to where she landed in a bin, dazed and confused. The wooden piece of shelving furniture swung round to reveal a tube of red liquid, in which stood (or rather, floated) a man, attached to pieces of string. The man's eyes flicked open.

Okari gave a wry smile to his captive.

"Hello, Hiroshi. It's that time again."

"Please sir, I beg of you- don't do it! My LCL FLuid's dirty and I-"

"ENOUGH!" Okari boomed, shaking the walls. He strode over to the tube and pressed a large red button on the base of the tube. The strings attached to Hiroshi's body tugged at his various limbs, moving his arms in an intricate dance inside the tube.

A strange, whooshing sensation flew over the room, and Miss Gok was made vaguely aware of missing one of her favourite television programmes.

As quickly as it started, the sensation halted and Hiroshi's body stopped moving. Principal Okari's smile turned into a wicked grin as he turned Hiroshi's tube back into a bookcase, ignoring the trapped man's protests about something called Lillith.

Sitting back at his desk, he looked at the clock and rested his fingers back against each other in their evil pyramidal shape.

[b]04:21, Mon Sept 7th[/b], the dial read.[/color]

[Shinmaru]

[b]September 7th - 8:45 AM[/b]

Jessica slept soundly in her warm, comforting bed. The soft linens of her covers soothed her skin, and the fluffiness of her pillows cradled her head at a perfect angle. This was easily the best sleep that Jessica had gotten in years.

"Jessica, wake up!" Mitsuko yelled, bursting through the door. "You're going to be late for school!" Jessica woke up sharply, looking back and forth with the increased awareness that comes from being rudely awakened. She soon settled back down and went into the groggy stage that follows thereafter.

"What do you mean 'I'll be late for school...'?" Jessica asked. "It's Sunday...there's no school today..."

"That's not what the calendar says!" Mitsuko sang, pointing at the calendar. The camera panned in closer in slow motion, and circled around the paper laying on the ground like a vulture. The paper read 'September 6th'.

"You mean I slept [i]all day[/i] yesterday?!" Jessica yelled, not really believing it herself.

"Yep," Mitsuko said, nodding. "Not that I really remember you sleeping in all day, myself, but the calendar has never steered us wrong before..." Jessica sighed heavily, knowing that she wouldn't be able to win. After rushing a still confused Mitsuko out of her room, Jessica changed into her normal garb. An auspicious start to what was already guaranteed to be an interesting week. If Jessica hadn't been wary before, she was certainly wary now.

"Something fishy is going on around here," Jessica muttered to herself. "And if I gave a crap about it, I might try and find out what it is. But I don't, so who cares?" After making sure her appearance was just the way she wanted it to be (because even horribly depressing people like Jessica needed to make sure that their appearance was [i]just[/i] right), Jessica strolled out of her room, gloomy as ever, and left for school.

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[color=blue]O.O.C. Wow, a lot of things can happen when your in Mississippi for two boring weeks.
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[b]Sept. 7th, 8:19 a.m.[/b]

Suzuki opened her eyes slowly as she raised from her bed. She yawned and looked over at Oberon's bed. He was sound asleep. Then she looked at the calender. She sighed as she fell out of bed.

"Another day of boring people teaching me things I already know," Suzuki giggled and looked over to Oberon, "well, at least I'm not the only one who overslept."

She grinned widly as she stepped back about 4 feet. Then, she ran toward his bed, stopped, and jumped on top of him. Oberon woke up yelling as fell out of his bed. Suzuki giggled as got up and started yelling at her.

"What the hell do you think you are doing!? Huh!?" He asked her as he grabbed her night shirt.

"You overslept silly. So I woke you up. Duh!" She said smiling and grabing his shirt as well.

"What? I overslept? So! You didn't have to jump on me! It hurts when you fall on the floor you know!?" He said to her.

"Hurt you? That's nothing. I hurt myself when I jumped on you!" she replied holding her chest in pain, " I have things you don't!"

Oberon turned away from her and started mumbing to himself. "Close your eyes and count to 10 and maybe she'll go away....1....2....3..(4-5-6-7-8-9)..10"

With that, Oberon turned around to find that she was gone. He sighed and sat on his bed. As he did so, Suzuki popped up in front of him. She had transformed her self into a floor lamp to fool him. He jumped and screamed.

"Heheh, come on silly, you'll be late. I'm already ready." She said to him as she walked over to the door.

She waved good-bye as she left him sitting on his bed.

"God I hate her...." Oberon said sighing and falling back on his bed.[/color]