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[fuckyou_chorus]

[THIS MORNING IN YOUR MESS HALL: it's a little colder! There's a prickle at the back of your neck! Oh, and things are moving around by themselves. Plates are flying! Cutlery is dancing! The coffee machine is mysteriously untouched.]

((The mess hall has a poltergeist :B! Pingy types feel free to ping for ghosts. Other people feel free to ping for

Comments

[jerkchester]

Come any closer and I'll fucking shoot your non-existent face with rock-salt.

[borncaptain]

You say the sweetest things.

[jerkchester]

Not you, dumbass.

[borncaptain]

You know, it's not fair when you call me dumbass when you're shouting off about shooting something that doesn't exist. Or something.

[dotdotdotmunch]

... I'm just here for coffee, okay? Please don't hurt me.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[the coffee machine is almost suspiciously unmoooved.]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[sneaks towards his coffee. COFFEEEEEE]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[. . . the coffee machine sedately floats off . . . ]

[needsahandjob]

What, again?

[dotdotdotmunch]

... Again?

[needsahandjob]

There was a poltergeist back at the school too.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Must be some school.

[pinged4treasure]

*my plate just smashed itself into a wall D:*

[skinofakira]

[jumping up out of his seat]

[pinged4treasure]

Did you see that?!

[skinofakira]

Yes.

[woodfortono]

... What the hell is going on here?

[moefortono]

[I have no idea, but here's a moe with a pancake on her head. Not as planned.] Hey --!

[woodfortono]

[... pulls it off.]

Are you okay?

[moefortono]

[;A;] Mm, I'm fine. I don't think whatever is going on is supposed to hurt anybody.

Are you?