Get off, get off, get off!

[there's scrambling and a thwap of paper]

Hah.

They're mine.

[ooc: :\ I was going to have him obsess over his piano but I realized that was taken out. So he's very protective of his music from Christmas. He was chasing some bugs around that had the audacity to touch his music.]

All these earthquakes are really annoying the hell outta me.

[low grumbling is recorded: '... it missed the piano....' And a snort.]

Yo. People that live here. Is this stuff normal? Earthquake year or some stupid shit.

Hey Rivelata.

Now that we can have a decent game, who's up for basketball?

Before you ask, we need the same number on both teams.

Team 1
Soul
Black Star
Kid
Oz
Hatsuhara

Team 2
Maka & Chrona
Tsubaki
Ed
Iggy
Chrona / Ragnarok

Tsubaki, Kid, Chrona, you three want in?

I'm a guy again. Thank you.
Shit, man, a girl, and one with tiny tits at that. Who thought that one up?

Now that that's over with-
Never, ever again...

Oh, shit...
What now?

Finally. A break from cleaning.

I have to have the obsessive cleaner for a meister.

I'm sleeping in late tomorrow, end of discussion.

Maka, Tsubaki, Stein. Chrona.

We need to find a safe place.

Thoughts on the jungle vs the basement?

Is it really that hard to keep your wanted posters for PERSONAL ITEMS out of the damn journals? REALLY? Because it's not something I need to see. Any time. Ever.

News flash: hand out flyers around your house next time.

Hey, Maka. I'll be right back. Going out for some stuff.

[OOC: COMMENCE EPIC CONFUSION 8D. Also, Soul is lazy.]

Tsubaki.

Haruhi is not allowed over at the house. I think Maka agrees that we don't need her over at our house.

That sounds uncool.

Dude. Black Star. Where did you run off to?

Shit, man, don't make Tsubaki worry this much. It's not cool.

[ooc: strikes are scribbled out furiously.]