Date: 2/4/99 2:15:53 AM Eastern Standard Time

From: Douglass Weeks

To: SilvVenom@aol.com, sparrowskit@hotmail.com

Well, it's been a while since I've made my presence known, so here comes my latest dissembling diatribe.

There is silence over the oddly deserted Ohtori campus. Not a not a student, not a sound, not a stampede anywhere. It's almost as if the entire campus has been evacuated... or was at the Kammanawannalaya Bar 'n Grill... except for one particular spot on campus. A spot located just beneath the arena. A room actually. The contents of the room are easy to see, especially from the arena, since oddly enough, it lacked a roof.

Slight signs of movement can be seen from beneath the messily unmade bed, as a barricade of pillows, blankets, old socks, wrinkled shirts, and other less identifiable bits of cloth and what not are knocked aside, and a rather...rumpled figure, clad in a leather jacket, clutching a plethora of flashlights, lamps, and batteries, and looking like he's spent a LONG time beneath that bed (which in fact, he had).

Unceremoniously dumping all the junk onto the floor( except for one weakly glowing flashlight which he flashed at any and every shadow in the room), stops and sniffs the air. "E-yuk. I spent to long under that bed. I smell like a bear in spring."

The computer, which has been sitting idle but on these many weeks suddenly beeps and a message flashes on the screen: I do not smell that bad. -A Bear in Spring

"I wouldn't have come out except that I'm almost out of light." As he speaks, the flashlight dies, and he suddenly starts shooting nervous looks at the shadows around the room. "I'd better get more batteries, and light bulbs." His stomach growls audibly. "And dinner too. I wonder if Karen and Becka-dono have any shaved ice?" He carefully picks his way over to the door, seeming to forget his special need for protective headwear anywhere with Ohtori.

Some time later he arrives at the previously mentioned notables' room, having deducted that since there weren't any unruly disturbances elsewhere with Ohtori, then there room must be where they were (he also picked up some clean clothes and took a shower, so he doesn't stink anymore). After he knocked, then kicked, then pounded the door without getting an answer, he found himself at an impasse. He was almost sure that Karen and Becka were in there, and normally it would be easy enough to check by looking through a hole in one of the frequently destructed walls, but there had been a lot more CONtruction than DEstruction, and the walls were intact, and since it was bad manners to knock holes in peoples' rooms, especially when they might be in there, so he couldn't check that way. As he reached for the knob, he realized that if Karen and Becka were in there, then something must be keeping them from responding, something like...Akio. And if Akio was acting in a typically Akio manner...

Whipping out his red crayon, he arms himself by drawing a mallet and spatula (pale imitations of the originals) and slowly opens the door (don't ask how he did that with both hands full. You don't want to know). He steps in, prepared to whack the living beejezums out of Akio...and so, was a little (just a little) disappointed when the room proved to be empty.  He did find some shaved ice, unfortunately, it was half eaten and now fully melted (yech!). "Ooookkaayyyy....Where is everybody?"

Somewhat portentously, his flashlight goes out. A high female voice comes from behind him, "Where is everybody?" A second female voice joins the first, "Does he know?"

"Does he know?"

"Do we know?"

"We know where everybody is."

Upon hearing the voices, the guy in question turned various shades of white and green. He started backing up, but the door suddenly slams and locks behind him.

"Should we tell?"

"Should he know?"

Two rather feminine forms detach from the shadows on the wall and advance on the guy in question, with evil glints in their eyes (a very impressive feat considering that they're shadows and all).

"Knowledge has a price."

"Make him pay."

"Make him pay."

They repeated the last line simultaneously, "Make him pay. Make him pay."

"Someone, help?" squeaked the guy in question.

At this point, it would probably be best to exit this scene before things get to messy, but let's just focus on the door for a moment, and listen...

There is a panicked scream that is suddenly cut off in mid shriek. MEANWHILE: At the Kammanawannalaya Bar 'n Grill, well, things are already very messy.