[There's a lot going on Jeff could talk about. Things he wants to talk about, like, "why are we keeping a dangerous murderer in the school instead of sending him to a high-security federal prison?" or maybe something more personal like, "what does it mean to be an adult now?" But he doesn't have any business questioning the security team's decisions, especially after some of the other people who have been allowed to roam free in the school, and the second one is probably not what an adult would ask anyway.

So what other current events could make for good conversation to keep his mind off those things...?]

So I guess it's Valentine's Day in a few days. I hope those weird flying robots don't show up again this year. But they have every other year. Just be careful if you don't want to end up in an embarrassing situation!

A lot of people get pretty bitter around this time of year, I've noticed. It's not so bad not to have a Valentine, right? It's a nice day targeted at making money off couples, sure, but there's no reason not to go have fun with single friends or just eat chocolates or watch sappy movies instead, right?

People really undervalue friendships at times like these, but those are important. Maybe even more important than romance. Just a thing to think about, I guess.

You know. The Kraken was the kind of animal a guy can really get behind. Huge, powerful, obviously fearsome and capable of destroying things and killing things and making a real bad name for itself.

But, what did it do instead?

It lived peacefully in our lake, in our school, harmed no-one. Not to my knowledge, at least.

So, despite it's power and obvious ability to destroy, it instead opted to live peacefully and calmly and keep to itself for the most part. If you ask me, it set a pretty good example.

And then someone not only killed it, but strung bits of it everywhere for us all to see.

Words don't really work when it comes to describin' how sick that is. Or how angry I feel about it. I'm even kinda surprised that I'm not yelling or breaking things or charging around looking for clues like I'd normally do. Maybe all that will come later. But I think, for the next hour or two at least, I'm going to pay my respects to the Lake Kraken by removing pieces of it from the light fixtures and painting frames down the dorm corridors, and maybe I'll dig a big grave for it near the lake if I can find somewhere I'm not going to sever water lines, gas mains... that kind of thing. If anyone wants to help me by cleaning pieces of it up and putting them in that grave, that would probably help the Janitorial staff and Groundskeepers a lot.

I don't know if this is connected to the human murders in the city. But I aim to find out.

( This might get long.. Also, it could be contrived as gory. Read at your own discretion. )


[OoC Notes!

Long story short: Caim killed the Kraken and pretty much displayed his killing by leaving pieces of it everywhere for people to find. So the dormitory halls, the classroom halls, the unlocked classrooms, the cafeteria, the bathrooms? Yeah. They all have at least something, even if it's really small. If you skimmed the narrative (which I wouldn't blame you for), then just note that the head of the Kraken can be found put on display in front of the main office for the Hands.

For those who did read the narrative, Caim's reference to the Seed of Destruction can be seen here. It might be a bit spoileriffic for anyone who doesn't want to know, so don't click it if you're trying to avoid everything. (Also, it's a bit graphic and not for the faint of heart, I suppose.) This is one of the last things Caim actually saw before he came to the academy. /useful tidbits of information

Also, for those who don't know who the Kraken is, you can take a look at this here, which I used to reference a lot of stuff in this narrative.

For those who may wish to confront Caim (as he didn't go in disguise for this) once they've discovered it's him (or if they've known all along), you can either contact me about it, or form up a mob (as I'm sure more than one person would like to give Caim his just desserts). I'd be happy to work with anything as long as I know beforehand.

Additional Notes:
I understand this may come as a shock to a lot of characters (and possibly players). If you have any issues with it or questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. You can leave a note on my HMD, or send me a PM, or contact me over AIM (afkmkdirarf).]

Alright, kiddos, it's the Christmas season, and since I'm feeling jolly this time of year, there'll be drink sales until the 25th down at Wildkat.

Today's sale is buy one, get one half off of drinks. Until I say otherwise.

...So, hurry in.

I hope all Novembers aren't going to be like that.

[LAST NIGHT (and a few nights before that) IN ONE OF THE DORM COMMON ROOMS... Every so often the silence of night was punctuated by very loud AUUUUUGHS and NNNOOOOOS and OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOINGS.

If anyone had happened to peek in, they would have seen Ness nearly falling off of his seat, looking like he was all but about to run up and press his nose against the TV screen.

What in the world was.... Oh.

WORLD SERIES YOU GUYS.]


OH MY GOD EXTRA INNINGS AND HOME RUNS AND STRIKES AND THEY...

OH MY GOD.

[Ness calm down. Ness are you frothing. Stop that.]

Hey LOSERS. Guess what day it is?

YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. It's my BIRTHDAY. I expect you all to give me some good presents. Preferably gold and/or money. Maybe some garlic on the side.

[The setting: tonight. It has been raining. a lot. Like, way more than usual. But, it's kind of nice if you're into that sort of thing. It does have it's downsides.

Hello Smash, you are treated with a very lovely video of a hysterical humanized Shy Guy standing knee deep in water. The feed seems to have been turned on by accident and he is uselessly flopping a bucket around. Small pieces of furniture float comically around the room.]

Ah... agh... WHAT?!

Hey dudes!

Who's up for a camping trip? I got the arena booked on friday and I've got a nice campground programmed in. Gotta be nicer than camping in the cold at this time of year, huh? Anyone game?

[Good day Smash Academy. FYI, your school has just gotten more obnoxious by a substantial margin. Like, by at least 15-20% in one blow I would say. Why is that?

Well, it’s because of the fat kid currently on video on the communicator. He looks about thirteen, shaggy blonde hair that probably hasn’t seen the sharp edge of a pair of scissors for a year or so doing their best to obscure his eyes. Along with the weight problem, he looks…ill. His skin is a bizarre, light shade of blue. He’s also wearing a large, mean grin on his face as he stands on top of a chair in his dorm room, his left leg perched upon the chair back, occasionally rocking it to tip the legs back and forth. He’s set the communicator on the top of something else to focus on him, clearly wanting to hog the imaginary spotlight he’s created for himself.

And his voice? Has no right to be as sure as it sounds, or lay everything on so thickly as he speaks.]

Hey losers. It’s you’re lucky day. You know why?

Because I’m here. Me, Pokey Minch, genius and time-traveler and master prankster.

So, alright, funny story. Usually I wouldn’t pay half a mind to your little rinky-dink school but I was cruising around space and time – you know, awesomely – and I was kind of bored for a bit when I noticed this hole in the ground. So, being the nice guy I am, I thought I’d be gracious enough to drop in and say hi, maybe stay for a while and see if you nerds actually do anything worthwhile.

You’re welcome.

Now that we all know each other, let’s set some ground rules about how things are going to be from now on. I-

[Unfortunately, the boy’s proclamation is interrupted as he rocks too hard on the chair, the chair tipping forward and spilling the boy forward. He apparently ends up hitting whatever was holding the communicator up hard enough that the communicator knocks over and turns off, ending the feed.]

Classes resume as normal 'tis week, since I be gettin' better before I sail out. woe ye've all be doin' ye cabinboy chores, next tavern be goin' to be off wit' a BANG!

[Private to Jeff and Ness]
avast, thar i reckon bin worked out most 'o th' kinks 'o th' machine 'n we'll be able to be off back to normal to'morrow. Would have be much faster if Jeff could have helped but just pokin' th' machine wit' sticks certainly dont help much.