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[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

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[dotdotdotmunch]

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

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[the coffee machine is almost suspiciously unmoooved.]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[sneaks towards his coffee. COFFEEEEEE]

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

[dotdotdotmunch]

[.... :(]

I guess it's time to become an alcoholic...

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[a bottle of whiskey is tossed at you! at a speed you can catch! I'M HELPING]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[catches and unplugs the cork]

[philipedia]

[... really, Stefan? really?]

[dotdotdotmunch]

... It helps with the cravings, okay?

[philipedia]

Did I ask for justification?

[dotdotdotmunch]

It was coming. Don't deny it.

[philipedia]

It was not.

[dotdotdotmunch]

So you weren't curious about why I was drinking in the morning. At all.

[philipedia]

You're not the only one who has seen the coffee machine float by.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Coffee is my best option.

[philipedia]

We still have a pot back at the laboratories, but considering Shoutarou made it, it might be too sweet for your tastes.