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((Is that actually necessary? I mean, they'll all have swimsuits.))

((I wish I could figure out a way to make the Doctor Who reference that that invokes.))

Yato decided to make himself comfortable, so he found a comfy chair and pulled a out book seemingly from thin air.

Yato whistles appreciatively. "Nice house."

Yato shrugs. "Alright then."

"What would be too coincidental?" Yato asks.

Yato waves when his name is called. He's a bit confused as to what the Circle is about. "Um... no?"

Yato hesitated for a moment, then got into the car. He never thought he'd ride in a limo.

Yato shrugs. "If that's what you want."

"You know, we don't have to go to anyone's house. We could do something else, like visit a park or go to an arcade."

Yato is sitting in one of the chairs, watching the show, and munching on a thing of popcorn that he pulled out of nowhere. "Well, we won't have to worry about special effects." He mutters to himself.

Yato pulls out his phone. "Hello, police? Some crazy guy got into our school somehow. Can you come get him please?" He rattles off the school's address. "Thanks." He turns to Mr. Evil and smiles at him. "Now you just wait here until the nice men come to bring you home, okay?" He says, as if he's...

Yato sighs, walks over to the light switch, and flips it, causing the lights to turn back on.

"We can just cut that stuff then. Better to be safe than sorry."

"How 'bout we just make a play with all the genres?" Yato says sarcastically.

The teacher then snorts. "Just kidding. Detention for a month. Stripping ain't allowed."

Yato pushes his glasses up his nose and sighs. "Well, if we're going to make the 'Best Play Ever', then we should probably research the elements that make a play good. If we know what to do and how to do it, then we'll be more likely to at least get a good grade on this assignment."

((You know, Matsumoto is setting off a lot of pedophile alarms.))

Yato pulls out his student handbook, flipping through it until he arrives at a specific page. "It says here that all extracurricular activities taking place within the school are required to have a teacher to supervise and advise. I guess ours will probably Mr. Matsumoto." He says, sighing at...

Yato walks into the auditorium, stretching. "Hello."

Meanwhile, Yato is sitting in his math class, glad to have such a normal, peaceful day.

The secretary just sighs, ignoring the nude girl that just walked in. "Very well, bring some witnesses in, then we can file a complaint." She goes back to her paperwork, obviously dismissing them.

The secretary looks up from her paperwork, adjusting her glasses. "I see. Do you have any evidence?"

Yato was just minding his own business, having a perfectly normal day at school. As he sat in his English class, he contemplated how wonderful boring normality was. It was great not having a day interrupted by crazy events and/or people.

Yato is currently in his first period, Physics. He sighs as the teacher drones on about the first law of thermodynamics, then goes back to writing down notes.

Yato sighs. "Yeah, I guess so." Upon hearing Mr. Matsumoto's proclamation, he gives the man a deadpan stare.

Yato sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Great. We get to perpetuate the petty grudge between two teachers that apparently don't the meaning of the word 'professionalism'." He mutters to himself.

Yato, who had been silent until now, speaks up. "I'm Yato Shirotsuki, it's nice to meet you." He wasn't quite sure what to think of his High School life so far. It had been... interesting, but he was pretty sure you were supposed to spend most of your time in classes.

Yato peeks around Renzo's shoulder, feeling a bit curious. He wonders who the guy on the floors is, and why the room's empty in the middle of a school day.

"Clues of what? It's just a power outage. Occam's Razor says that Matsumoto leaving had nothing to do with the power outage."

"I'm not sure. However, I do think that this would be a good time to come up with ideas. We could compile a list and present it to Mr. Matsumoto when he returns. If he rejects any, that would slim the list down, and we could have the class vote on the remaining choices."

"Pervert." Yato says with an utterly deadpan expression.

"Oh? And what would that scene be?" He asks, a bit curious.

"It's called The Sound of Music, of course it has a lot of singing. And no one watches it for the plot, at least no one I know does. You watch it for the music."

Yato just shrugs. He'd never had an insane teacher before. It was the only explanation for why this guy thought an average, if slightly insane highschool class could put on a decent play. Meh, whatever; plays were pretty fun. He'd done a couple before. But seriously, what'd this guy think this...

Yato pulls out his phone and starts reading a book.

Yato writes down his vote and passes it in.

Yato slowly and exaggeratedly looks around at the completely average high school class, then looks back at Riku and raises a single eyebrow.

((*looks at thread title* Well gee, are you sure we're supposed to do drama? I thought we were opening a host club.))

Yato frowns. "No you don't. In the future, if you wish to become better at lying, I'd advise taking drama classes."

Yato frowns, thinking. "I'm not sure. I don't really have much experience with fundraisers. Maybe we could sell food? That's what most of the fundraisers I've seen consist of."