BULLETIN BOARD: March '16

[mansionstaff]

In the foyer, there was a very handsome writing desk. Above the pen and paper cluttered surface was an equally cluttered bulletin board- or rather, that was its future. In the beginning it was quite bare, with just a note here and there and a map that showed only the immediate surroundings of the mansion. The utensils were there to be used, and since there was no network, it was a good a place as any to leave messages for people! + Bulletins are public! + Images for your messages are not at all required. + Action threads reading or responding to messages encouraged.

Comments

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Bulba, whom had been sticking closer to his trainer these days for various reasons, squinted at the note from over Green's shoulder.]

Are you sure you shou--

[BUT GREEN HAD PRESSED THE BUTTON.]

[crazyhand]

[Suddenly, somehow, a sound came from the crayon written piece of paper.]

[rivalappeared]

[Welp.

A fart.

Green stood there, finger outstretched, facial expression blank.

He turned to Bulba.]

No, that's... that makes sense.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Y....es. Yes, okay.

[For curiosity's sake, Bulba tentatively reached out and also pressed his finger besides Green's on the circle.

There. Was another fart.

It dragged on a bit longer this time.]


... Okay.

[rivalappeared]

[Green remained silent for a moment... before tearing off the anonymous magical note in a rage filled flourish, complete with an extremely long fart.]

DAMMIT. This is really pissing me off!

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Bulba huffed loudly through his nose.]

Wouldn't be really surprised if that was the point. They're not being particularly graceful about us doing... whatever it is they want us to do.

[rivalthunderbolts]

[Guess who happened to walk by?]

Geez, was that one of you guys? Because if it was, I'm kinda impressed.

[rivalappeared]

I wish I could take credit for that. Unfortunately, it's just another fun time prank, like being knocked out and tossed into a floating house.