[center][b]Matsushima Mitsuko[/b]
[i]Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School[/i][/center]

"Hm? Of course it seems ridiculous to you. If it seemed reasonable, you'd be right, but you can't be right because you're far too busy being wrong. Either way, you can keep being wrong if you're really that committed to it; it's none of my business, honestly. If that was an attempt at flirting with me though, I'll have to decline. Not my taste."

Her recovery from momentarily being caught off-guard having been completed, Mitsuko gave a bland reply to Daichi. A careful listener would probably have noticed what seemed like the trace of a sneer in her tone, but her facial expression didn't seem to have any indication as such. "With all the people that will be staying after, it hardly feels like the club meeting will actually be ending, but I suppose that's fine." She remarked, speaking half-to-herself as she spared another glance at the wall-mounted clock. 

"...and no, Yurumiya-san, I will not be wearing a costume. In the first place, I haven't bothered getting one. In the second place, I see no benefit in wearing one. And in the third place, I'll be bringing my primary-use magitech artifacts, as well as Mr. Bear in case things go south, so I'll be wearing a rather large backpack that will clash horribly with any costume that's at all cute." She explained, shaking her head as if she were annoyed by the concept of wearing a costume itself, before loosing a short exhale and speaking up once more.

"Charlie. Ice pack. Now. As for the rest of you, if there are no further questions, I'll distribute snacks and those of you who don't have somewhere to be are free to stay and talk to me, once I've finished giving our poor injured newcomer a crash course."