fandomassistant | Mischief and Mayhem Club, Meeting #5, Monday night, 11 pm, TA Lounge

In the darkness of night, the the club members gathered. By ones and twos they slipped into the TA lounge, where a figure stood waiting, pacing back and forth in front of the room.

"Welcome, Brethren and Sistren," Wolfman intoned. "Welcome, to our gathering of mischief, mayhem, and CHAOS."

He stopped, and the mask swept across the room, encompassing everyone in its gaze. "We're not answerable to anyone. We don't have a leader. We are an anarchistic commune of awesome. And yet..." He started pacing again. "And yet, we're out of ideas for pranks, and here I am unlocking the room and setting up for the whateverth time in a row. I'm always LATE to things! I shouldn't be the first one here! Do we need to set up a neat little SCHEDULE for our chaos???"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to..."

His hands emerged from within the cloak, each holding a Artic Blast Super Soaker, and icy cold water sprayed across the assembled.

"SUCK IT, BIZNATCHES!!!"

Wolfman cackled madly as he sprayed the room, and then stopped abruptly. "See? THAT'S chaos! Why can't we all do something like THAT to the school, huh?"

[NFB. Open to those who know who they are.]

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Go ahead and react.

"Aaaaaa! That's freaking cold!" Not that much got on her because hello? Cloak and mask, but Violet felt the sprays nonetheless.

"Cold," Wolfman intoned, "as the despair in my heart."

"Ahh! Wolfman?!" Red Demon pulled her cloak over her face and rubbed what she could without removing her mask.

Wolfman howled.

"Do you want to get punched?" Snapshot yelped.

"NOPE!" Wolfman answered cheerfully.

"You jerk!" Princess Butterfly snapped, darting out of the way and glowering. "Geez."

"Ahh, but am I the jerk, or are you? Think about it."

"You're the one spraying people," she said grumpily. "I'm pretty sure that makes you the jerk."

"The jerk is in your mind," Wolfman told her. This secret society thing made a great framework for excuses.

"Yeah, no," Princess Butterfly said, wringing out her robe. "It's you."

Oh, it was on.

Mercury was going to tackle Wolfman and stick that super-soaker where the sun didn't shine.

Okay, she was at least going to tackle Wolfman.

Okay, he hadn't been expecting that. He should have been.

From his new position in the tangle of limbs on the floor, Wolfman tried to spay Mercury with cold water without getting too much on himself.

Red Kite, also soggy and cold, was going to naturally take advantage of this tangle of limbs in an attempt to assist Mercury in the shoving of that super-soaker up Wolfman's ass.

Success pending, of course.

"AskajhkljhlkjPHBBBLLLLLLLLT!"

Wolfman blew her a raspberry.

Mischief and Mayhem Club, Meeting #5, Monday night, 11 pm, TA Lounge

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