Six Smuppets

[plushaeusrumpified]

[So he went to write something that was probably totally extremely important, but instead there's just splooshes of red ink where his journal has repelled it.


Okay spill the beans, who broke the journals? Which one of you did it? SCHOOL IS OUT, HOW DOES ONE MANAGE TO SCREW THE JOURNALS UP OVER THE HOLIDAYS? That takes skill. That takes skill and determination.]

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voice;

[quasistellar]

We know they're broken. Good job breaking it, whoever did. I sent an owl to the Headmaster, but no reply yet.

voice;

[plushaeusrumpified]

Oh sweet tits, the voice thing still works. At least they didn't fuck it up too bad. Who the hell has the power to screw with a whole journal network? Hmm, do I spell underage magical bullshit?

[itsintheblood]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[IT WAS YOU.]

Voice.

[fuckmackandme]

I didn't do it. My pranking isn't that good.

Voice.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Oh really?

I thought you were like, the master or some shit.

Oh I bet this is all part of your prank isn't it, Egbert? I'm onto you. I'm watching you.

Always.

Voice.

[fuckmackandme]

I can't even do magic out of school, how could I pull this off?

Voice.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I don't know. You're the master, you tell me how you could've pulled it off.

Voice.

[fuckmackandme]

I couldn't! This is way out of my magical league!

Voice.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Are you absolutely sure about that? Give yourself some credit, man.

Voice.

[fuckmackandme]

I give myself plenty of credit when it's due. This is just not my thing.

Besides, if I had been messing with the journals, they'd just have gone all howler on you. And everyone else.

Oooh, I gotta write this down!

[bev_rage]

Wasn't me.

[plushaeusrumpified]

How do you know for sure?

[bev_rage]

'Cause things were going all winky wonky way before I even opened my journal today! I'm completely in the clear here.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I'm watching you, Lalonde.

I bet it was you and Dirk. You stole my lube and now you're screwing with my journal.

[bev_rage]

I plead innocent and you can't prove anything.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I will tell your mother. I will tell her you've been doing bad things with lube, unless you fess up.

[bev_rage]

...No you won't.

[givesyouaboner]

<sub>[Dirk hasn't used the journals at all lately, so he just assumes maybe Bro is like, waiting for someone to say something first? That is, until he tries to write and ends up with orange ink splattered on him.

What the heck, seriously.]</sub>

[plushaeusrumpified]

[This weird little glitch sucks doesn't it, bro?]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[It really does. This means he's actually going to have to get up to talk to you, doesn't it.]}

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Yeah probs, but you act like that's such a chore.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[But it really is. Can you hear that exasperated sigh coming from the bedroom as he gets up and walks into the living room? Look at him, annoyed and covered in orange.]}

What'd you do to the journal.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Oh hell no.]

What'd I do? What'd you do?

[givesyouaboner]

Right. I did something, because getting splattered with ink is at the top of my list of things I want to do today.