[Should this be filtered? Probably, but naturally, this girl doesn't much care. So all of you get a nice shot of Haruhi standing among a dozen or so cans of paint at her feet in the middle of sector four. There is a distinctive red armband around her bicep with 'Chief' written in large black lettering.]

Oi, Kyon! Mikuru! We have club business today! You have ten minutes to get here or I'll enact the death penalty!

[The video shuts off for several seconds. You might think that is all there is to the message, but it turns back on several moments later. The expression on her face is much calmer than it was before, almost sugary sweet. BEWARE.]

Are there any...artistically inclined people around here? I don't mean musical instruments, but more of the drawing and painting sort.

[You can tell by the tone of his voice that this Death God is less than pleased. The poor thing, he hasn't seen his love in quite some time and this is obviously Ciel Phantomhive's doing... or so he thinks. Oh, and he's not entirely sure how to make things private, so this is completely open to anybody who hears/sees it.]

Phantomhive!!

Ciel Phantomhive, I demand to talk to you this instant!!! What you are doing is absolutely terrible! Unthinkable! You're a nasty little brat who deserves to be punished for his actions! It's a shame your parents weren't around long enough to properly discipline you! [nasty laugh] But, if your Aunt's actions are any indication, bad behavior runs in your family!

[He's in the library having a difficult time sorting out his thoughts. Even though he has a book he's only staring at the pages. Aeris and Zack were here now... and because of that he can't really face either of them right now. His feelings are torn, conflicted, he can't be honest with either of them.

It was a long time ago -- he thought he was moving on, learning to forgive himself, settle down like they wanted...


but this wasn't part of the plan.]

... the hell are all the history books?!