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[color=9a8c9a]"How bad can I be?"[/color]

[color=888888]— Black Gate[/color][/center]

While Michi was only using her words, it did feel like an attack on the detention club, or possibly even the entire school. At least, to everyone who wasn’t Tsubomi. She was trying to clean up the goth girl with a napkin while apologizing on behalf of the club, but Michi didn’t even look at her. Nor was she particularly interested in Roche, who was undergoing her own sort of crisis at the moment. The only one, or the only half, that confronted Michi directly was Ember and Hotaru.

[color=9a8c9a]"All I’ve done is spoken the truth. All I wanted was for everyone to have a good day. I refuse to take responsibility for the actions of you and yours."[/color] She tipped her head as Ember spoke to Roche, then clicked her tongue. [color=9a8c9a]"How trite. I suppose I can’t be surprised that a fraction of a person has the depth of a child’s cartoon."[/color] Her eyes drifted onto Evil Eye.

Then she snapped.

A gang of nightmares saundered into the cafeteria. One of them had a mop, and another was pulling a mop bucket behind himself. Once they arrived at Evil Eye’s location they started to mop up  the tears. There was something odd about the water. It had a multichromatic sheen to it, like bubble blowing soap, but a stronger effect. The ape dipped the mop in the bucket and started to wipe up the tears. It must have been strong soap, because it completely dissolved the darkness in her tears. 

[color=9a8c9a]"Next time I’ll give you something to actually cry about."[/color] Then, without looking, she grabbed Tsubomi by the back of her shirt and hoisted her up in the air. [color=9a8c9a]"Hands off, or I’m feeding you your fingers."[/color] she said before dropping her on the ground, and allowed her to stumble back. [color=9a8c9a]"Hmmm."[/color] Michi’s eyes focused on Tsubomi. [color=9a8c9a]"Oh, you have no idea why I’m upset, do you?"[/color] She looked at Ember. [color=9a8c9a]"Why I could possibly hate someone who has the same goal as me."[/color] She looked back at Tsubomi. It was true, while she had gotten heated with Suki, Tsubomi could feel the anger radiating off of her now. It was practically a blinding rage. [color=9a8c9a]"I get the impression that you don’t like it when things are straightforward. I think you enjoy spectacle. I think it’s your language. And what could be more spectacular than a play?"[/color] She raised her hands up to her shoulders. [color=9a8c9a]"Don’t worry, this one is improv. Mostly. No one needs a script. We just need some actors. And for the first scene, we’ll have Ember play the part of Norah, Hotaru as Norah’s friend number one, Zassou can be an extra, and Tsubomi can play as… Tsubomi."[/color] 

She clapped twice.

Ember, Hotaru, Zassou, Tsubomi, and Michi vanished in a puff of smoke. Then a short distance away, a stage appeared. It was a very crude stage. It was a simple wooden platform made out of some crates, with some shower curtains acting as theater curtains. But they drew themselves back with the majesty of the genuine article, and revealed the set. It was just as crude as everything else, with the backdrop being a child’s render of a nightclub in crayon. Lots of black, with rays of light emerging from the scribbled out crowd in the background. A disco ball hung from the ceiling, but it was wrapped in Christmas lights. Not very lively for a rave, and the addition of so few actors didn’t help matters. 

Ember and Hotaru were together at the left side of the stage. While Hotaru still looked like Shatterscape, Ember was wearing a flowing white dress, and her long hair was combed straight. 

Zassou was in the middle of the stage directly under the disco ball, still transformed as Acid Drop. Michi was standing in front of her, but was looking off the stage at the rest of the cafeteria. 

And Tsubomi was by herself at the right, with no alterations to her outfit. 

[color=9a8c9a]"Zassou?"[/color] Michi handed her a water bottle. "Miracles" was written on it with a permanent marker. [color=9a8c9a]"Please hand this prop to Tsubomi."[/color] 

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[color=tomato]"I love plays!"[/color]

[color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center]

[color=90ee90]"Ummmm…"[/color] Misoka looked between Haruna and Suki. One had insisted that she fucked up, and the other seemed to be equally dejected. The honor student sighed. [color=90ee90]"Well, okay."[/color] She placed her hands on the table when she addressed Haruna. [color=90ee90]"Did you want to talk about it?"[/color]

[color=ff6347]"It’s because of me."[/color]

[color=90ee90]"I um, didn’t think you wanted to talk about it?"[/color] Misoka added a nervous chuckle. 

[color=ff6347]"It’s okay. I've been such a bother already."[/color] Suki wasn’t looking at anyone, and was tracing a circle on the table with her finger. [color=ff6347]"Even though everyone’s wearing a ribbon for me today, I noticed some of my closest friends weren’t. I got a little upset, but I see I was being unreasonable."[/color]

[color=90ee90]"Ah."[/color] Misoka raised an eyebrow. [color=90ee90]"Well, I’m sure they just didn’t know. Right?"[/color] Misoka looked back at Haruna, or where she hoped the girl was.