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So, who wants to help me find something to eat?!

Well, as expected, I have to say that the lake party was an unqualified success! Everyone had a blast and had important happenings and meetings, right?! You all tried Arthur's sandwiches too right? I mean those things were delicious and as ordered he did bring them in bulk. The iced tea was good too.

You all can expect more excellent showings from the SOS-Brigade! Our upcoming play! That karaoke party! (with props to Rosalie for the idea) Perhaps even a beauty contest! After all, there's a lot of attractive people here and some excellent clothes-makers!

Anyway, SOS-Brigade! You'll be getting the full details and script at the meeting today, but so everyone else knows: as mentioned previously, the SOS-Brigade is putting on a production of A Journey to the West whenever Mitsuru gets that stage and crew set up! I expect the best out of all the people working in tandem with us, but for now these are the roles in question in the finalized form!:
( Roles in question )

Which reminds me... SOS-Brigade! I expect you all to give a proper welcome to our two newest members today: Shion and Yuzu-2! Excel, bring something to celebrate with. I expect a cake or something. Oh, and Kaito! SOS-Brigade, we now have our own vocaloid! Kaito, I expect you to report in too!

-Speaking of; Shiki, were the hell are you? I haven't seen you all day?

[Anyway, SOS-Brigade members new and old I suggest you read or re-read this, as I've updated it. Rika and Hanyuu in particular now have their expectations paragraphs up, so you might wanna see it. Also for everyone, I've finally finished updating his relationships post, but if I missed your character THERE ARE SIXTY-THREE ON THERE SHIT feel free to give me heads-up]

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...You know, there's a lot of shooting stars tonight. I should make a wish or something. It's less sure-fire than Tanabat but at least it won't take sixteen years. ...Jeez. Sixteen years is a long time.

You guys ever think the sky here is fake? Or is a real?

[...He says this in wonder, almost. This takes place rather late at night. Well not too late, but late enough that the stars are out and he's looking up at them... from the roof of House #10. He went up there with his step-ladder again like when he was mending the roof. He's watching the meteor shower thing tonight]

[Accidental Written]

[This wasn't written in the journal, but rather on a piece of paper that Haruki then stuck in his journal in frustration. Because of this, before he properly shut it the journal took a "photo" of the paper the same way that it is supposed to take photos of people's faces while making entries. Thus while shadows cover some of it, there is an incomplete passage which can be read:]

-- And here Cloud hesitated. This was, after all, not what he had intended. He had merely intended to see how the woman in front of him was doing. Planning to... He wasn't sure anymore. He only saw one thing in front of him at that was the blonde woman in front of him. The beautiful blonde woman who was stepping out of the shower... naked. This woman who he knew wasn't supposed to, wasn't--

Time seemed to be standing still as Cloud stared at Stella's exposed chest. Senel was kid-- oh right that was is. That was way he had come. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so with a furious blush he looked away. Stella to her credit didn't say anything. However...

[Anything after this is heavily crossed out because he wasn't satisfied with it and then there is a note in the margins that says "She wouldn't cheat."]

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[Haruki shut his journal with a snort. He had been looking at old entries of Cloud and Stella to help with his writing, but he just wasn't feeling it. Not to mention that his current work was too OOC to really be either of them. This sucked. This place was SO BORING. He sighed and flopped onto the main table of House #10, melancholy and thinking too much and bored. He hated it here, so much.

Anyone in House #10 (Kyonko, Rena, Hanyuu) or anyone stopping by there feel free to poke him]