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.

[bev_rage]

Wasn't me.

[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>

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.

[plushaeusrumpified]

How do you know for sure?

[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.]}

[bev_rage]

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

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.

[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.

[plushaeusrumpified]

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

[bev_rage]

...No you won't.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[There's the sound of rustling paper, and then Bro carefully enunciates each word, and the sound of a quill scratching can be heard.]

Roxy has been doing bad things with lube. Just thought you should know.

Signed, Pimp-daddy B...

[bev_rage]

You're totally lying about really sending it.

[He wouldn't...would he?]

[plushaeusrumpified]

Bee-arr-bee, finding Dave's owl.

[bev_rage]

Oh come on! I didn't even do anything!

[plushaeusrumpified]

Fly awaaaay, little feathery asshole, fly away!

[bev_rage]

But I didn't do it! [She sounds like she's going to cry. She doesn't want her mother mad at her from hundreds of miles away!]