[The SOS Brigade] Clubroom
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				Title: <strong>[The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 20:40:31</strong>
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				<em>The SOS Brigade's clubroom is in the old Literary Club's room in the Old Building of the school. After Haruhi created the club, she started putting a lot of...<em>things</em> in the room, including a rack for all of Mikuru's outfits. However, the eccentric Haruhi Suzumiya didn't use the room for only club activities (And how would she be able to, since the club hardly had any activities?). One would consider Haruhi an "evil overlord", exploiting whatever she could by torturous means, men and women alike. Perhaps she was planning on taking over the world? One could only hope not.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 21:14:49</strong>
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				<em>Yuki Nagato sat in the corner of the clubroom, reading a book through her thick glasses, as she usually did.&nbsp; As he always had...&nbsp; </em> 
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 22:55:07</strong>
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				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>I opened the door and went quickly in, closing it tidily behind me. Yuki was there. As usual. Just reading by the window. As usual.<br><br><strong>"Konnichiwa, Nagato-san! Daijoubu?"</strong> I said happily and trotted over to the clothes rack, dropping my bag and quickly undressing and changing into the purple maid's dress Suzumiya-san always preferred that I wear. I got everything on, hanging up my school uniform and adjusted the little frilly lacy cap. I still have no idea why she likes me to wear it but I quite like it, at least it keeps my modesty intact unlike that horrid bunny outfit. I shudder when I remember her taking me around the school dressed like that! Waah!<br><br>Humming a little to myself I took the kettle and went out along the corridor a few yards to the girls wash room and filled it from the drinking water tap, carefully wiping the spout and side of a small drip. Scooting quickly and busily back to the clubroom I switched the kettle on and waited for it to boil, adding green tea to the pot and wiping the cups nice and clean and arranging them properly on the tray.<br><br><strong>"Did you have a good day, Nagato-san?"</strong> I asked as I worked, knowing that Itsuki-san and Kyon-kun would be wanting tea as always, when they turned up. Yuki was always so quiet. I wondered if she was happy here in the SOS Brigade.<br><br>As I waited for the kettle to boil I smoothed my apron out with my hands and stood quietly doing a little happy humming thing and bouncing a bit on my toes, swishing from side to side. I couldn't decide why but I'd been in a good mood all day.<br><br>(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk296/markbestward/Asahina-Mikuru.png?t=1245617322)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 01:19:55</strong>
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				YUKI NAGATO<br><br><br>I kept my nose in my book.&nbsp; Asahina Mikuru had arrived.&nbsp; Her behavior was within normal parameters.&nbsp; <br><br>She asked me if I had a good day.&nbsp; It was only polite.&nbsp; I did not respond.&nbsp; <br><br>There was one anomaly.&nbsp; When Mikuru-San changed her clothes, I caught sight of her, as I had many times.&nbsp; I looked at her body, and did not look away from her skin for a full 6 seconds.&nbsp; In particular, my eyes drifted to her underwear, and an anomalous reaction occurred in me.&nbsp; My thoughts turned to the fact that I do not wear underwear.&nbsp; After I looked down at my book, there was a slight increase of blood flow to my cheeks.&nbsp; I will monitor the situation.&nbsp; I may be getting ill.<br><br>I... wonder if Asahina Mikuru can detect the increase in blood flow.&nbsp; Her weak senses likely make it impossible.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 09:20:10</strong>
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				KOIZUMI ITSUKI<br><br>I knock on the door as I open it, announcing my arrival, and let it fall back in place as I stride in. While I had arrived at the same time as Mikuru-chan, I waited until she was done changing to avoid any awkwardness, unlike Kyon-kun. Carrying my usual cool, close-eyed smile, I greet everyone cordially.<br><br>"Yo, everyone! How are y'all today?" I glance between Nagato-kun and Mikuru-chan before I take my place at the table and begin to set up a simple game of chess to pass the time with Kyon-kun. I glance over at the two in the room once again, noticing Mikuru-chan's usual happy cuteness and Nagato-kun simply being Nagato-kun.<br><br>"Eh?" I sense a small shift in aura...coming from Nagato-kun...I make no reaction, but still wonder what it is.<br><br>(http://www.sosserv.co.cc/images/itsuki.png)
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				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 10:08:23</strong>
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				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>Haruhi Suzumiya was, at first glance, just your average teenaged girl. She went to class, got good grades, and was killer at sports. However, Haruhi Suzumiya had her... 'eccentricities'. The girl simply could not settle with one thing at a time, nor could she sit still for more than an hour without shouting off some ridiculous idea for a fun activity the club could do. Her worst idea so far had been the baseball tournament, even though she didn't share the same thoughts as Kyon. And really, who cared what he thought anyway?<br><br>However, as she ran off from class to the clubroom straight after school, she pondered to herself, as she usually did. But this time it was different. She was thinking about Kyon. What did he really think about her? Haruhi knew that Kyon was always trying to butt into her business and keep her from doing the things she really wanted. She had to think...what were his reasons for doing it? Was what she was doing really so bad that Kyon had to try to stop her all the time?<br><br>Starting to get frustrated, she burst into the clubroom with unnecessary force, declaring her entrance into the room, as usual. However, the thought of Kyon still racked her brain.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 22:07:03</strong>
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				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>Nagato-san didn't respond to my question, but then she often doesn't respond to anything. Some days I have this crazy idea that she doesn't even attend classes but sits here in the clubroom just reading, all day, day after day.<br><br>Which of course is completely stupid! She'd get all kinds of detentions and her parents would be told to come to meetings and all sorts of stuff. Even so...<br><br>I hadn't noticed Koizumi-san outside when I'd arrived but he was hanging about in the corridor when I returned with the filled kettle. I shyly nodded and smiled to him and he knocked and came in a moment later.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yo, everyone! How are y'all today?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oooh!"</strong> I jumped a little even though I knew he was coming in. I don't know why I jumped, maybe its just that he's a little different to Nagato-san. I mean, well... <em>everyone</em> is, I suppose, but...<br><br><strong>"I am very well, Koizumi-san, thank you for asking! Are you well too?"</strong> I poured tea and served him a cup then stood to one side grinning.<br><br>He seemed to think about something and looked at Nagato-san but I must have missed it because Yuki looked the same as ever.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Eh?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Mmm?"</strong> I leaned towards him a little wondering if he would explain when.... <strong>"Eeep!"</strong> Haruhi bounced in. And ran in. And exploded. And <em>swept</em>. And smashed her way in. And crashed. And yelled. All of them all at once, like she does.<br><br>I stood back near my little side table the kettle lives on and clutched my tray to my chest.<br><br>(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s167/acapc1/mikuru2.jpg)<br><br><strong>"Haa! Suzumiya-san! Konnichiwa!"</strong> Other than that I kept quiet and wished I could turn invisible. I liked Haruhi, she was full of fun but sometimes full of rather too much, especially when it involved weird costumes. And - heee - ripping my clothes off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 22:22:15</strong>
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				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>Haruhi was in one of her usual temporary states of anger by this point. Her thoughts were still filled with frustrations about Kyon, and those things that frustrated other people, frustrated Haruhi ten times worse. She was used to things going <em>her</em> way, not anyone else's. But really, was it her choice that everything happened the way it did? Then she grinned at herself. Of <em>course</em> it was. There was no preset destiny.<br><br>In a slightly better mood, she moves over to the computer chair, her throne, if anything. She looked around the room, and the very first thing she noticed was that Kyon wasn't there. There was Yuki, sitting and reading as usual, there was Koizumi, with that stupid grin on his face, and Mikuru, the cute little maid making tea for everyone. But no Kyon.<br><br>"Where's Kyon?!" she asked demandingly, slamming a fist on the computer desk. "He better get here soon, or it's the death penalty!"
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 22:32:46</strong>
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				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Where's Kyon?! He better get here soon, or it's the death penalty!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Haruhi ignored my greeting - I mean, she is allowed to ignore me, she is quite an important person after all - and stomped to her desk and then banged her fist on the table. I "Eep'd!" again in a little daze of fear and clutched my life-saving tray harder to my bosom. She seemed a little more excited than usual.<br><br><strong>"Ooh, no, don't kill him! Then he won't be around to... I mean he needs to be here to... um. Er... Hai."</strong> I ended lamely, then added just in case, <strong>"Please don't kill him."</strong><br><br><em>Ummm...</em><br><br><strong>"Because I've bought all this tea. It'd be such a waste."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 22:59:19</strong>
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				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>There was Mikuru, defending Kyon again, in that uncanny cute voice. Well, that was what she was here for, wasn't it? To be the moe figure. Well, if she kept messing around with Kyon, Haruhi was going to have something to say about it. She still didn't forgive them when they had gone off together while they were supposed to be looking around the town for the supernatural.<br><br>"Oh, whatever. Who cares about him anyway..." she muttered, staring at the computer screen as she brought up the SOS Brigade's website. Kyon had done a good job on the layout, and she grinned to herself. She snapped out of her trance almost instantly though, and her eyes gazed to Mikuru, glancing her up and down in her maid's outfit, knowing what lay underneath, and she smirked.<br><br>"Hey, Mikuru. I bought you some new outfits online, they should arrive soon. So we're going to have to see how they fit you." Her eyes twinkled malevolently. She just never got tired of teasing that girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 00:31:31</strong>
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				YUKI NAGATO<br><br>The Evolution Potential entered the room.&nbsp; My priorities shifted from data input to observation of the autoevolutionary nexus.&nbsp; My eyes periodically crept upward from the book, when I was certain I was not being observed.&nbsp; In the process of my observations, I had come to one inescapable conclusion; Haruhi was Haruhi.&nbsp; Efforts to encompass her by conventional data gathering processes have so far failed, though a nonzero probability of encompassing Haruhi within the nexus still exists.&nbsp; That probability grows smaller every day, even as the same events keep repeating themselves.<br><br>This paradox has introduced further corruption into the data stream, threatening my position.&nbsp; Perhaps it is to blame for my malfunction earlier, the increase in blood flow to the cheeks.&nbsp; I have seen it before referred to as a blush, and it has great cultural signifigance.&nbsp; Yet...&nbsp; surely such an involuntry response as I felt could not be an important social signal.&nbsp; <br><br>For some reason, I anticipated another malfuntion when Haruhi mentioned dressing up Asahina in a new set of clothes.&nbsp; I had seen her undress her subordinate many times, yet...&nbsp; I am coming to believe that I may have taken an interest more than strictly observational.&nbsp; That should cause me concern, yet it doesn't.&nbsp; My rate of malfunctions is increasing.&nbsp; I have even detected brief hesitations in disclosing my full activities to the Integrated Data Thought entity, though there is no reason to hesitate.&nbsp; There is nothing to do but continue to observe.&nbsp; <br><br>If I am to have any hope of making my increasingly malfunctioning self important, I must complete my assigned mission from the Integrated Thought Entity.&nbsp; I have grown concerned that I... feel.&nbsp; It is an impossibility.&nbsp; Feelings are simply a warped matrix through which perception is filtered, one that was evolved beyond long ago.&nbsp; I cannot malfunction, I'm far too evolved.&nbsp; My eyes quickly shifted to collecting data input, yet my heart began to beat very slightly faster.&nbsp; Perhaps I am getting ill.&nbsp; I began to clear my pattern of bacteria and viruses, hoping to disable whatever it was that was causing my disease.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 00:52:33</strong>
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				Kyon<br><br><em>It was a pretty typical day for me, so far, but then 'typical' had seriously changed since I met Haruhi Suzumiya.&nbsp; Still, from day to day the mornings remained fairly calm.&nbsp; It wasn't until the club meetings that Haruhi began her crazy schemes, which I imagined the teachers appreciated since she didn't disrupt the classroom... as much.&nbsp; But it made me dread the long walk to the club room every day.<br><br>I opened the door, and the first thing I saw made my heart sink: Haruhi was already there, sitting behind the (stolen) computer I had set up for her.&nbsp; I usually made it to the club room before her; if she beat me here, it probably meant she had a new crazy scheme that would... well, I had no way of predicting what would happen with her.&nbsp; Still, if I was honest with myself, I'd admit I didn't hate it.&nbsp; It certainly made life more interesting, and she was... well, very attractive.<br><br>Of course, the next thing I noticed was Mikuru.&nbsp; It was impossible not to -- she was easily the most attractive, sexiest girl in school.&nbsp; Even with her cleavage covered, her breasts were impossible to hide, and so very big.&nbsp; And that long beautiful hair... why did Haruhi have to cut her hair?&nbsp; She looked so great with a long ponytail!&nbsp; But Mikuru wasn't loud and overbearing like Haruhi; she was quiet and demure and that maid outfit was just so perfect on her.<br><br>Not to discount Yuki Nagato, though.&nbsp; Sure, she wasn't overtly sexual like Mikuru, or outgoing like Haruhi, but she had a wonderful petite figure, and a quiet cuteness about her...&nbsp; I couldn't quite explain it, but the way she acted was incredibly endearing.&nbsp; I wasn't sure if she felt that sort of thing, but I would love an opportunity to find out.&nbsp; If Haruhi wouldn't kill me or the entire world for it.<br><br>In a way, the sexual frustration and the jealousy from Haruhi reminded me of one of those harem comedy shows like... what was the name, with the hotel and all.&nbsp; Here I was with feelings for these three girls, and I even actually got to kiss one... I think, unless I was dreaming that, or something... but it almost seemed fated.<br><br>Well, except for Koizumi Itsuki.&nbsp; I wasn't about to do anything yaoi, so he wasn't here for the harem comedy show aspect.&nbsp; Unless, maybe he was the 'main character' of the harem comedy.&nbsp; But then, I was the one who got to kiss Haruhi.&nbsp; And he seemed pretty asexual pretty much all the time.&nbsp; In fact he didn't seem to have much in the way of personal opinions at all; he mostly sat around doing whatever Haruhi said and explaining things to me.&nbsp; Maybe that was supposed to be his role.<br><br>So, I went into the club room.&nbsp; There was nothing I could do about Haruhi beating me here except deal with whatever punishment she handed down.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 06:25:58</strong>
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				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>At the sound of the clubroom door opening for the first time since Haruhi had gotten there, she looked up, and there was Kyon. About five minutes late, she might ask. She didn't bring up the fact in her mind that she had also been late. As she watched him, that strange dream she had came into her mind. She could see it as vividly as if she were dreaming it just then. The giant monster-like things, the strange world, and...<br><br>Her face turned red, whether from frustration or embarrassment would be a mystery to anyone, even those few people who really <em>knew</em> Haruhi. So, to hide her face, she stared at the computer screen, not really seeing it anymore. Really, it was not like her to get all hot-and-bothered over a boy. Or anyone that wasn't part of the supernatural. There was just something about him she couldn't quite put her finger on...and that might have been what pissed her off the most at the moment.<br><br>"You're late," was all Haruhi said to him. Did not even so much as threaten him with the "death penalty", but continued to lay back into the computer chair, staring at the screen. Maybe she <em>was</em> ill...
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				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 06:33:11</strong>
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				Kyon<br><br>"Sorry..."&nbsp; <em>No punishment?&nbsp; No threats?&nbsp; Not even harsh language?&nbsp; Maybe Haruhi was sick, or maybe she didn't have some crazy idea for me after all and was feeling depressed over it.&nbsp; Well, there was no way for me to know, so I just took a seat across from Itsuki to play... chess, apparently.&nbsp; I was better at shogi, but I got the impression that every time I'd beaten Itsuki was because he let me.<br><br>More importantly I was looking forward to some great hot tea from Mikuru.&nbsp; Not only was it delicious, but the way her large breasts would hang down when she set the cup down next to me...&nbsp; I was getting hard just looking forward to it.&nbsp; Good thing I was already sitting down so nobody could see it.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 07:50:40</strong>
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				(OOC: Holy shit you guys are fast...)<br><br>KOIZUMI ITSUKI<br><br>I coolly sat, observing my surroundings, almost inanimate as I watched the Clubroom start to fill with life as it did every fateful afternoon.<br><br>"I'm quite well, thank you," I responded to Asahina-san with a gentlemanly manner, still hiding my suspicious observations of Nagato-san. She seems clueless as usual, and she's terrible at keeping secrets, so I opt to instead not tell her anything, allowing her to retain her childlike innocence. And then, Suzumiya-san burst through the door. <br><br>Honestly, it seemed like all of them were simple children, the childlike Asahina-san, the unfeeling Nagato-san, and now the arrogan Suzumiya-san. But, their ignorance was their bliss. So, I simply smile and watch, let them all go on with their rather entertaining plays. That's why I asked to be assigned to Suzumiya-san in the first place, after all. So, as Suzumiya-san protested about the lack of a Kyon in the room, I simply smiled and shrugged. This was quickly followed by a protesting Asahina-san, who seemed to be clearly defending Kyon-kun. Then again, they have had some moments, I can tell...<br><br>And then, of course, Suzumiya-san quickly dismissed Kyon-kun as fast as she brought him up, as she instead began to harass Asahina-san. I can't say I'm one to complain either. Then, something caught my senses again...a large amount of incoherent data...a closed space entry?...No.<br><br>It was Nagato-san again, something was clearly interfering with her, whether it be internal or external. Thankfully, the room is closed space, and I have my own "Gundam" ESP traps in place, in case something else goes wrong. I am here as Suzumiya-san's protector after all. Nagato-san can be replaced, like machinery.<br><br>And then Kyon-kun entered, eying everyone plain as day, despite them completely oblivious to his perversions. It was almost laughable, especially when he turned to me. Haruhi seemed to let him off easy, meaning simply that it's one of those Melancholic days. But, everyday is eventful here, no matter what happens.<br><br>"Just let it go, Kyon-kun. What would you like to be, black or white?" I plainly read his vibrant thoughts, and decided to simply calm him down for now. Besides, I want to try this new game that I've never played before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 16:00:58</strong>
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				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm quite well, thank you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled back at Koizumi-san's smile. I wondered suddenly if he smiled like that all the time, even at the dentist. Never changing, <em>kitsune</em>-like. It was a silly thought. I pushed it away.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, Mikuru. I bought you some new outfits online, they should arrive soon. So we're going to have to see how they fit you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Heh?!"</strong> <em>Outfits? Oh no! Not in front of Kyon again, please!</em> I shuddered a little and shrank back into my table-corner-safe refuge.<br><br><strong>"Oh. Suzumiya-san. That'll be... hee... fun."</strong> Truth be told I quite liked dressing up sometimes. This maids dress had grown on me and made me feel quite grown up, and the café dress I'd worn at the Culture Fest had been nice. I even quite liked the combat waitress dress though the skirt was a little short. It was when Haruhi made me wear things that showed off <em>places</em>. You know. Places boys shouldn't see. And worst of all when she attacked me in front of Kyon. That first time she'd put the bunny girl outfit on me and after we had got in trouble with the sensei I'd come back and Kyon had picked up my clothes and was... touching them... even my undies... as he handed them back.<br><br>He'd had such a look on his face. Deadpan. It was so deadpan I knew he was covering up boy thoughts. I shuddered again. Haruhi just didn't care.<br><br>Then I was saved, or I hoped I was saved, as Kyon came in. I gave him as much of a smile as I dared given Haruhi's presence and mood and after giving him a little bow and murmured greeting I freshened the teapot.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're late."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I heard Haruhi say behind me, <em>and you're going to die Kyon-kun!</em> I heard Kyon pull out a chair and sit and the atmosphere subsided a little. I wasn't aware of anything special happening today though of course I relied on the others to prompt me if I was needed.<br><br><em>Of course! You don't have parents and won't get into trouble! Baka Mikuru! How did you forget?</em> As I made more tea I glanced at Nagato-san. She was still reading her book as usual. Nothing changes.<br><br>I poured Kyon-kun his tea and took it over on the tray, bending beside him and reaching to place the cup on the table on his other side, I squished a little bit against his shoulder as I did so. It was the only small treat I allowed myself with Kyon-kun. He was a nice boy, I think he's the most normal person here and his calmness is very likeable.<br><br><em>Looks good in beach shorts too.</em><br><br><em>Ah! Mikuru-chan! Stop it!</em><br><br>But... he was important here. If only he knew it, he was the second most important person in the room. Maybe even the second most important person in the <em>world</em> so it was vital that we encouraged him to play his part, his special role and keep Haruhi happy. And that meant I could never get close to Kyon-kun, even if I wanted to. We were fated to play our roles, he the unknowing saviour of the world and me a secret combat waitress from the future.<br><br>Life is funny. Especially in SOS-Dan, though to confess I do quite enjoy it. I get to dress up and do important things secretly behind the scenes that affect billions of people and I get to hang out with two cute boys too!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just let it go, Kyon-kun. What would you like to be, black or white?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh? Let what go?"</strong> <em>Let what go?</em> I don't know why but that phrase 'let it go' made me glance down in his lap. I straightened up suddenly, <strong>"Sumimasen!"</strong> Turning outrageously pink at my own thoughts I retreated to the side table and served Nagato-san a cup of tea too, though I doubted she would drink it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 19:11:41</strong>
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				Koizumi Itsuki<br><br>"War in the Pocket" With that verbal command of an Anime sequel, my ESP knocked over the cup of tea next to Kyon-kun before he could react to Asahina-san's outburst, as if she was apologizing for being clumsy as usual. While it would have been entertaining to watch her explain herself, I wanted to minimize emotional awkwardness between Asahina-san and Kyon-kun, or else Suzumiya-san might become unstable. They have been growing close rather recently...I may have to step in.<br><br>"Ah, I'll take care of it." Asahina-san had already run away to the indifferent safety of Nagato-san, so I took it upon myself to clean it up quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 19:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>As I darted back my hand must have caught the cup and it went over and tea splooshed across the table. I was back at once, even though Koizumi-san had offered to clean up.<br><br><strong>"No, no, no! I spilled it. I'll clean it up. Please sit down Koizumi-san!"</strong> I bustled about and made him stay put, wiping the table clean and picking up the cup. I bowed low to Kyon, <strong>"Please forgive me Kyon-kun! It won't happen again!"</strong><br><br>I refilled the cup and brought it back, <em>I get the chance to serve him twice!</em><br><br>This time I squished against him again but made no comment other than, <strong>"There you are. So sorry,"</strong> before withdrawing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 20:26:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyon<br><br>"Ah!"&nbsp; <em>There I was, congratulating myself for only taking a brief glance at Mikuru's chest close against my shoulder, when suddenly she yelped and tea spilled and it was a miracle I didn't get a scalded hand.<br><br>I took a few deep breaths.</em>&nbsp; "No, it's alright, no harm done..."&nbsp; <em>I turned my attention back to the chess board, reaching out for a pawn to make a basic opening move.&nbsp; Then suddenly I felt Mikuru's breasts against me again, and I realized that she was serving me a fresh cup of tea.&nbsp; A silver lining, at least, to the spill.&nbsp; I took advantage of moving the pawn to brush my arm against her chest a bit.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 20:59:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				YUKI NAGATO<br><br>Asahina placed a cup of tea next to me.&nbsp; I picked it up without a glance.&nbsp; The drinking of tea is an important part of Japanese culture.&nbsp; It would be impolite not to drink tea, and possibly lead to crowds armed with torches and pitchforks.&nbsp; My predecessor interface system was always warning of torches and pitchforks, being nailed to trees, being strung up from a tree.&nbsp; Humans have a remarkable capability to do violent things with trees.&nbsp; <br><br>The flavor was as usual, and I began sipping at a slow and gradual rate to deplete the cup in precisely 15 minutes, to discourage an attempt at a refill.&nbsp; Such activity would distract the others from ignoring my presence.&nbsp; As I began to sip the tea, I noticed that the glass was nearly half empty, after Asahina ran off in the middle of filling it.&nbsp; Hastily I recalculated, only to realize I had consumed a significant quantity of tea shortly after receiving it.&nbsp; I began to rapidly calculate vectors for the inevitable oncoming social interaction, drawing me from my book.&nbsp; <br><br>Ituski had definitely applied his telekinesis to push over the teacup, and the floating point energy anomalies were tickling the back of my mind.&nbsp; To relieve the pressure, I lowered the ambient temperature in the room by .75 degrees, thereby equalizing the amount of energy in the data stream.&nbsp; If only my own interface irregularities were so easy to correct...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 02:12:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				KOIZUMI ITSUKI<br><br>Yep, that was Nagato-san for you. Without batting an eye, she quickly cleaned up the slight residue from my telekinesis. Chances are, she already noticed the ESP elements I had prepped in the room and simply left them alone. I wouldn't call myself weak, but Nagato-san is quite strong. I wouldn't want to end up taking on Nagato-san head on, at any rate.<br><br>I coolly watched as Kyon-kun slid his pawn up, a suitably average move. Then, I noticed his eyes shift a little, as I realized he had an ulterior motive in mind. I mentally smirked, but at the same time, this was a bad sign. As I dropped my left knight forward, I realized it was time to step in, which was very unlike me already, but something necessary. My ESP connected directly to Asahina-san's temporal lobe, allowing me to transmit a message directly to her mind.<br><br>"It's Itsuki, see me later." I glanced at her to confirm she got the message.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 18:44:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>At the sound of the slight commotion Mikuru usually caused, Haruhi did not look from the computer. It was a normal thing, anyway. She would cause some sort of accident and she would splutter an apology and make a big deal of it. It wasn't exactly new. But she heard Kyon's voice, saying it was no big deal, and she could pretty much tell why he said it. So she looked out from the computer, her face stony.<br><br>"What the hell is going on?!" she asked, her tone of voice irritated. Normally she would have just let the matter go and forget about it. She saw Mikuru squished against Kyon, and her eyes narrowed. Either she was just that greedy, or she really had feelings for at least one of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 19:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyon<br><br>"Just some spilled tea, no big deal."&nbsp; <em>Why must she pick the worst times to get involved in things?&nbsp; She's in a horrible mood, too, by the sound of it.&nbsp; I think right now I'd prefer a zany scheme.</em>&nbsp; "So what are we going to do today?&nbsp; Anything to investigate?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 00:18:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>Haruhi made a sharp comment and I stayed well clear, hovering in my corner and feeling like something horrid might happen at any moment like... like... <em>oooh...</em> she would produce a shopping bag with something skimpy and degrading for me to wear. I shuddered even more, so much so that when I had a tickly feeling I didn't get it at all. I busied myself with tidying up the already very tidy tea things but stole a glance round the room and caught Koizumi-san watching me. I frowned and offered him a puzzled smile unsure if that had been him or something else entirely.<br><br>My glance then took in Nagato-san but she was as always, silent and unmoving. Perhaps my tea was a little hot though. It had brought a slight colour to her face.<br><br>I stayed silent in my little corner, waiting to see what Haruhi wanted to do today. I wasn't aware that today was significant, so no alarm bells were going off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 02:33:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>Haurhi sighed, still exasperated. If she was to tell the truth, the answer would have been "No". In fact, aside from the few things they had done in the club (and her dream, if you could even call it that) were the only things that had happened that she could even remotely call a case, and the cruise ship, however creepy that had turned out to be. However, they DID have fun, and Haruhi enjoyed seeing Kyon in swim trunks, but nonetheless...<br><br>She debated whether to answer truthfully or not for a few seconds before deciding just to remain silent, perusing through their club's website. A lot of hits, though no one came forward to their club to share their experiences with the supernatural. Perhaps they were avoiding them? And if so, why? The thoughts made her even more frustrated, and she closed the web browser with the intention of going home for the day. She did a double-take though, and stared at the desktop, her eyes attracted to a folder named "mikuru".<br><br><em>'Hm...don't remember making that folder...'</em> she thought to herself, and double-clicked it. A lot of the pictures of Mikuru that Kyon had practically strangled her to trash were there, and she perused through them, slightly drooling, though wasn't aware of it. She didn't even remember that she had wanted to go home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 21:10:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I suddenly became aware that Haruhi was breaking the rules.&nbsp; Something... had <em>changed.</em>&nbsp; Or had it always been that way?&nbsp; I couldn't pinpoint what was going on, and somehow, in my distraction, I drank the rest of the cup of tea, not at all certain why I was doing what I was doing.&nbsp; I was like a spaceship that had gone through a wormhole, stranded on the wrong side of the sector with no recon.&nbsp; At least, not until I micromanaged myself into a better position.<br><br>Bits of code flashed through my head.&nbsp; There is something about operating a computer.&nbsp; It's like reading a book, but...&nbsp; better, somehow.&nbsp; Haruhi was looking at something on the computer and drooling.&nbsp; I needed to know what she was seeing.&nbsp; It would be a simple and relaxing matter to hack her desktop and draw out the data.&nbsp; There was no alternative.<br><br>I stood up and placed my book in the cabinet, then repositioned myself in front of one of the SOS brigade laptops.&nbsp; I experienced another malfunction as I switched the power on, a tingle thorough much of my body.&nbsp; I considered the possibility that the laptop power switch was not properly grounded, but it was obvious that my body had simply experienced something that wasn't there.&nbsp; The malfunction is fairly consistent any time I operate a computer.&nbsp; It has grown... less and less bothersome to me.&nbsp; <br><br>My fingers flew across the keyboard.&nbsp; <em>Stay under keyboard buffer, maximize RAM usage, stop memory leaks as they occur.</em>&nbsp; It was all delightfully simple.&nbsp; I had time to complete 2,640 games of minesweeper and 992 games of solitare in the time it took me to see Haruhi's desktop.&nbsp; She was looking at pictures of Mikuru in a state of undress.&nbsp; 446 games of minesweeper later, I realized that the pictures might actually be classified as erotic.&nbsp; I clicked on a mine and the little smiley face died.&nbsp; A millisecond later, I entered text into a binary editor and my entire system crashed, displaying a blue screen that seemed to be judging me.&nbsp; My fingers pawed at the screen, my body shaking.&nbsp; <br><br>That blue screen was very very similar to closed space.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 05:16:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Itsuki Koizumi<br><br>I shrugged as Kyon-kun seemed to lose interest in the game. Though, I felt in the air that something might be happening, as Suzumiya-san began to show an irregular reaction equal to Kyon-kun's. But, I wouldn't do anything...at least until Nagato-san did. I took a sip from my tea, still waiting on Kyon-kun's next move as I smiled indifferently, but watched vigilantly.<br><br>But, then Nagato-san made her move, placing herself in front an SOS laptop as she rapidly typed away. Perhaps, it had something to do with Suzumiya-san's apparent focus on whatever she was looking at on the computer. I was curious enough, but I waited patiently. If it was important, Nagato-san would probably inform me. Either way, my powers or I had no influence on pure data, so there wasn't much I could do anyways, until...<br><br>Closed space...Or something similar. I could sense that scent from a mile away. Thus, I couldn't help but simply glance over at Nagato-san, questioningly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 10:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>I stayed as quiet as I could in my place by the kettle table, hoping no-one would need me for a while. I had my knitting in my bag so pulled up a chair and got it out but no sooner had I done so than Nagato-san got up, went to the side table where the laptops were and started one up, going to work on it quickly.<br><br>I stared at her goggle-eyed, my mouth hanging open. I'd never seen Nagato-san actually <em>do</em> anything before, except when we fought that giant cricket in that weird desert-place. I mean she walked about and read books and said a word now and again but... nothing like this. I tried to get on with my knitting but kept glancing up at Koizumi-san in case something scary was going to happen, then at Haruhi in trepidation.<br><br>Usually when scary things happened I grabbed Kyon, and not always above the waist. If that happened while Haruhi was around there would be awful trouble!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 18:17:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>As Haruhi was looking at the pictures, a sudden thought came to mind, and she instantly closed the folder and headed to the post office's website. She scanned the screen for a moment, then grinned to herself.<br><br>"Alright, guys!" she said, slamming an eager fist onto the desk. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, her voice was very loud and carrying, even to herself. Perhaps it was just the long silence in the room up to this point. She did not notice the others staring at Yuki, though you would have thought that she would have heard the consistent speed-typing through the silence of the room. "I need to go pick up Mikuru's new outfit. Since shipping to your own house is terribly expensive (what, do they think money grows on trees?!), I decided to have it sent to the post office, and I'll be damned if I have to go there alone! I would go have Kyon do it, but what if some sort of danger comes up? I mean, he's not exactly brawny, is he?"<br><br>She smirked a bit, enjoying the lasting sensation of insulting Kyon, before continuing. "Anyway, the post office is across town, so we better hurry up before it closes!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 19:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyon<br><br><em>The sudden outburst by Haruhi was enough to startle me into paying attention to things again.&nbsp; When I heard what she had in mind, however, I had mixed feelings.&nbsp; Sure, it'd be nice to see Mikuru in a new outfit, but climbing the hill to school once a day was bad enough; an outing would mean having to climb it again to return to the clubhouse.</em><br><br>"Not exactly brawny?&nbsp; I was brawny enough to bring the space heater here from the shopping center downtown, in the rain no less."&nbsp; <em>Of course I knew it was pointless to argue.&nbsp; Haruhi's thought process never approaches what one would call rationality.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 21:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br><em>Eh?!!</em><br><br><strong>"Ooh! Hai!"</strong> At Haruhi's banged fist and announcement I got up and bundled my knitting away.<br><br>I looked out the window, school was over but it wasn't even beginning to get dark yet at this time of year. Still warm and light but with evening tones...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not exactly brawny?&nbsp; I was brawny enough to bring the space heater here from the shopping center downtown, in the rain no less."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Ah!</em><br><br><strong>"Uh, Kyon-kun, I need to change?"</strong> I went to the clothing rack where my uniform hung and reached behind me to untie the big fluffy bow of the apron. After that it was reach behind my neck to unzip the dress... I hoped Kyon would be the true gentleman he usually was and wait outside.<br><br><em>Kyon... brawny... oooh...</em><br><br>I gave him an apologetic grin and waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 05:52:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyon<br><br>"Hmm?"<br><br><em>I looked back at Mikuru, wondering why she was telling me in particular.&nbsp; Then I realized.</em>&nbsp; "Gmph!"&nbsp; <em>I got up quickly and hurried out into the hall, barely grabbing my cup of tea on the way out.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aaleril</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 07:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And there it was, another Suzumiya-san-like executive order from the one and only. I glanced over at Nagato-san first, wondering if he settled his somewhat urgent business. It must have been something difficult or important if it required him to access an electronic interface. Though, Kyon-kun on the other hand looked a little pissed at Suzumiya-san's clearly inconsiderate comment, as usual. I truly don't think that I'm the only one who sees Kyon-kun as Suzumiya-san's punching toy, in a way. <br><br>"See you all outside." I had already cleaned up the chess set as soon as Suzumiya-san tightened down on the computer and Nagato-san began using her own. Thus, when Asahina-san began to change, I simply shrugged with a smile and left the room, holding the door for Kyon to catch up.<br><br>"This should be a fun day, right Kyon-kun?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 10:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br>As soon as Kyon had left I unzipped and slipped out of the dress, picking it up and hanging it carefully on its hanger... then lifted off the little lace cap and hung that up with the dress. I had my back to the others but really it didn't matter. Every time I made a huge fuss was because Kyon was there. He shouldn't see me undressing and such, even in the outrageous costumes Haruhi found for me I felt awkward. Kyon was... important, very important to Haruhi and to everyone in the world! So he mustn't get excited and interested in me, because if he does and Haruhi notices... it'll be like before... the end of the world.<br><br>I gave a little whimper at the memory of that horrible time and wiped away at a damp eye. Kyon was so sweet but he mustn't... he mustn't, get involved with me.<br><br><em>My lilac set today, with the pink trim! Kawaii!</em> My undies cheered me up. They were a new set. Buying clothes in this timeplane was so much different than mine. So many stores arranged in rows along the sides of the streets and so much choice of clothing! A girl could go shopping crazy! <em>Maybe it's one reason Haruhi likes to buy so many things?</em><br><br>It didn't matter at all if Nagato-san or Haruhi saw me in my unmentionables, or even my birthday suit, nor even Koizumi-san, he was one of us after all. A professional! Like me! Yes!<br><br>(http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh120/sharpenter27/1201229014983.png?t=1246523527)<br><br>I bucked up my mood as I dressed in my school uniform, ran a brush through my hair and was ready in a couple of minutes.<br><br><strong>"Uhm... Haruhi-san? The things you've bought today. Um... they aren't going to be too revealing are they? Onegai?"</strong> I was cringing already in case the answer was yes.<br><br><em>And Kyon's coming with us? She might undress me in front of him again!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 20:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>Haruhi grinned as the rest of the club agreed with her plan. Well, they were bound to, weren't they? It wasn't as though they could say "no" to the brigade leader, could they?<br><br>She watched as Mikuru started to undress, a hungry expression her face, and snapped out of it as Kyon and Itsuki left. Haruhi watched Kyon's back, almost wistfully, before turning to Mikuru, grinning at her.<br><br>"Nah!" she said, waving it off as an unimportant question. "It's just a leather catsuit, nothing <em>too</em> inappropriate..." But the mischievous grin on her face said otherwise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 04:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>_~Haruhi Suzumiya~_</strong></em><br><br>As she noticed Mikuru finishing her dressing, she stood up, that familiar look of determination on her face as she looked at the other four members of her club. <br><br>"Alright!" she said, as though she were announcing something to the whole school in some sort of assembly. "We're going to be going to the post office, like I said. We have to go across town. I have money for the subway, but only enough to pay for two of us, so Kyon's going to have to pick up the rest of the tab," she said, grinning at him. She just loved making him do her dirty work, no matter what kind of task it was.<br><br>With that, she took Mikuru's hand, as usual, and dragged her out of the clubroom, not even waiting for the others, and made their way to the subway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 10:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ASAHINA MIKURU<br><br><em>Neko? A Neko-chan outfit? Tail and ears? Well that wasn't quite so bad...</em><br><br>I was grabbed! <strong>"Eeeep!"</strong> I hiccupped and put a hand to my mouth <strong>"Hyukka!"</strong> as I stumbled after Haruhi, down the stairs, out of school (she paused only barely to put her outdoor shoes on) and down the hill towards the train station. I could only hold on as I half flew behind her trying to keep up with her soldier-like quick march and hope the others were following.<br><br><em>But I just KNOW she's going to make me get changed in front of everyone! I just know it!</em><br><br>The idea of a Mikuru-Neko at least appealed to me, it sounded cute.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [The SOS Brigade] Clubroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 05:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyon<br><br><em>Why did it not surprise me that I was once again on the hook financially?&nbsp; Oh yes, because I was ALWAYS on the hook financially.&nbsp; Why couldn't Itsuki be on the hook for once?&nbsp; He had that whole network, he had the connections and resources to put together a murder mystery on a secluded island, why couldn't he pay for the train?&nbsp; Still, I knew it was useless to argue.&nbsp; It was just the cost of admission, really, and this harem comedy was certainly worth the price.</em>
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