Officers:
Brigade Chief, Suzumiya Haruhi
Second-in-Command: Koizumi Itsuki
Newly Appointed Penalty Secretary: T... Brigade Chief insists name be listed simply as Kyon.

New Recurring Members, whose continued presence and indulgence we are grateful for:
John Egbert
Kate Bishop

New or Prospective Members (possibly kidnapped or conscripted?):
Allison Argent
“Stiles” Stilinski  (also forced to surrender the dignity of an actual name).
Sayaka Miki (referred to exclusively as “kohai” for duration of the meeting.Apologies, Sayaka-san.)
Nico Minoru

Old Business:
Declared boring.

New business:
suggestions for club activities:
-all suggestions for morning activities postponed until morning detentions end second quarter.
-Aradia Megido is looking for participants for some manner of alien game.
    -Vote suggested, vote quashed by dictatorial fiat; participation declared mandatory for all club members.
        -Assuming their schedules permit (secretary addendum).

-Investigation into/re-enactment of so-called “Pirate Adventures On The High Seas.”

-Motion for members to shoot apples off Kyon’s head: vote collected by secret ballot.  Secretary accidentally lost tally of final vote.

-Assignment: television survey, making certain the island has no other unusual channels or supernatural television programs.

-Club activities for the day: since various schedules conflict this afternoon, including Koizumi being scheduled for an immediate shift at his part-time job, further activities tabled.

-Meeting adjourned with unnecessary vigor on the gavel.

I want to hear everyone's stories.

Okay, I'll be honest, being told I'm not real? Not the weirdest thing I've had to deal with. But it ranks pretty high up there. No one actually believes this, right?

Anyway, I was told that people I know might be here? So, uh, if you can hear me, sound off?

Great.

Now we both have to live here.

Sorry.

Ah... Alright. Hello? Excuse me, but I'm looking for my father.

[ first thing that comes out of the girls mouth, slightly younger than before. she doesn't seem scared but she doesn't seem calm about the situation either. well, it's not like she has complete reason to be. ]

I wouldn't want my family to worry ya'know? They'd be panicking without me back soon.

SALUFUCKINGATIONS,

my motherfuckers.

I BID YOU WELCOME

to the motherfucking carnival.

[brief, fuzzy, 38 second clip. initial audio is all static. brief, teetering glimpse of a grinning skull. beneath it, lips move. the words are unintelligible.

out of focus. a laugh like a rattle, or the braying of a hyena, cut off mid-chortle. from the depth of his voice, the size of his body may be gauged as "fucking gigantic".]


[[ooc: the Grand Highblood is on the beach! for the duration of the event, he will be constantly emanating chucklevoodoos - think of it as a fear miasma - in a 100 ft radius. if you wish to approach, you'd better have a stern constitution and a joke ready. ... and it had better be funny. ]]

[Have a shakycam view of Homura.  It's shaky because she's trembling as she points the camera at herself.  Her face is mobile and expressive, and her voice is nervous and... squeaky.]


Hello?!  Um, this isn't where I'm supposed to be at all!  Madoka-san?  Mami-san?

Um... Kyuubey-san?

Does anyone know where I am? Or what day it is?

I can't believe you live in the stupid daycare ballpit, you are such a jerk!

You tricked me! And I bought you a hot dog!

I've been told the one I'm sharing my quarters with is a... troll. His appearance is not that of the trolls that I have seen. They are ugly in nature and more often than not they steal from happy travelers. Most importantly, they hate us. Unless there is deception at hand, he is nothing like one!

What madness is it when one prefers to be a troll? Must I be as a toy to those who claim to be more real than a son of Asgard?

[tl;dr: WHINING.]

Oh, yes. I seek an answer to a request. I would be much happier with Sif sharing my rooms as my roommate. Can anyone tell me if this can be made possible?

Most of us already know how to live a normal life don't ya think? I'm real now, whatever. I'll do fine in the real world. Somebody should let us off the island now.

[ munch munch. yes she's eating something as she speaks. ]

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fight my way out of here?

I’m tired of hospitals. Being here is a waste of time.

What’s real changes. Even unreal things still matter.

You people shouldn't be relaxing or acting like nothing's happening just because it's daytime. Witches will definitely still hurt people during the day.

Sayaka-san.

While I'm still uncertain what exactly happened on the pier last night, even after witnessing it myself... the gravity of the situation was so intense, it could easily be said to have rivaled that of a black hole.  For all the people who were there, death seemed inescapable.

However, since this morning all of them seem to have been drinking the amnesia-inducing waters of the Lethe, and my classmates from last year simply looked at me as though I was a crazy person when I tried to describe the situation they'd been in... it seems it's up to me.

Thank you, Sayaka-san.  That was amazing.  The power to save all those lives can only be described as truly remarkable.  However, while they may seem like the ant-like concerns of a mortal next to an Olympian, please don;t laugh this next question away.

Are you all right?

That was interesting.

I never imagined we'd encounter anything like Witches here.

There's a crowd of people heading from the agricultural district down towards the coast.  Nothing's bothering or attacking them... but they're not listening to anything anyone says, either.  It's like they're not... not here, somehow.  Has anyone else seen or heard of anything like this?  Does anyone know what's going on?  Because whatever it is, I don't like it.  Got a bad feeling.

It might help if I had someone knowledgeable to consult.  Anyone would do.  Even an expert hypnotist, say.

How's everyone else holding up?  Jenny?  Rose?  Ianto?  Yosuke?

[Locked to Investigation Team]

With all this going on, are you going to have the time to get to Jack?

Is there anything I can do to help?

In the short time I have been here on Midgard I've been told that I am fictional, that I am not allowed to carry a blade in the open, and that my clothes leave something to be desired. [ the feed shows an unnaturally tall teenager, dressed what can only be described as a red halter top and a skit made of white strips of fabric with one white sleeve. ] I fail to see why - I'm capable of fighting in it. What more does one require?

To say nothing regarding my sword! It should not be something to cause panic but rather to comfort others that I am more than capable of defending them should they require it. I see now why the Allfather was loathe to let my friends and I explore this realm - adventure would be hard to come by with rules such as these. Though it's more advanced than we had been led to believe…

If anyone has seen a blond individual carrying a hammer and causing property damage, let me know. I'll take care of him.

It's too bad.

Although I don't prefer to work with this type of quality, I guess I'll have to do the best with what I have again.

You'd think this kind of thing wouldn't be so cool the second time around.

WRONG!!!

BEST! SUMMER BREAK!! IDEA!!! EVER