Mischief and Mayhem Club, Meeting #4, Monday night, 11 pm, TA Lounge

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In the darkness of night, the room was unlocked. The cloaks and masks were arranged in the antechamber, in preparation for the night's dark deeds.

Within, a lone figure stood in shadow at the front of the room. The stupid weather refused to provide lightning to illuminate him dramatically. Still, it was a pretty good effect all the same.

"Welcome, brethren," he intoned. "Welcome to our mischief night. Welcome to our plotting, our planning, our dark and secret scheming. Welcome all. Let us begin our dastardly work."

Comments

Re: Talk to Mom

[tyler_gone]

Tyler glanced up with some small alarm. "Wolfie, get your cloak in the sink," he called. "Unless you wanna burn up your pretty hair."

Re: Talk to Mom

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Wolfman asked. Then he looked down at his cloak and jumped. "AAAGH!!!"

He stomped on the fire frantically until it went out, and then coughed and regained his composure. "Thank you, Mom," he said gravely, with a bow. "Duly noted."

He was very proud of himself for not getting pissed off about the hair comment.

Re: Talk to Mom

[tyler_gone]

"Anytime," Tyler almost chuckled. He went back to his paper.