Fantastical: *achoo* Hello! Long time no see!

Blood: *fake cheeriness* And just whose fault is that, hmm?

Tara: That's mean, you know, Blood. Apologize.

Blood: No.

Tara: *murderous intent* Did you just say wh-

Emma: Woah there. *cautiously*Calm down, 'kay?

Fantastical: And what were we here to say, again? I forgot. *cough*

Blood: How did I see that one com-

Tara: *ahem* Blood, behave yourself. I know you haven't had much screen time (er, word time?), but that's not FantasticalFantasy's fault.

Ace: Haha, is the Mafioso upset? *points at self proudly* I've had lots of word time!

Boris: *brags* Not more than me!

Emma: Boys, boys! Stop competing! I'm sure FantasticalFantasy will try her very best to give you all equal word time!

Fantastical: Why thank you, Emma! I knew I made you a good character!

Emma: *beams* Thanks!

Fantastical: Now, seriously – what were we here to talk about?

McKenzie: Water polo? Y'know, I could teach you guys if you-

Emma: *eyes wide in horror* Heck no!

Boris: We're getting off track again.

Pierce: What were you going to say, Fantastical-chan, chu~?

Fantastical: *fan-girly squeal* So cute!

Dee and Dum: *cling onto Tara's arms* But aren't we cuter?

Tara: *ruffles twins' hair* Of course.

Dee: And we're smart, too!

Tara: …?

Dum: Yeah! 'Cause it looks like we're the only ones who know why the heck we're messing around here and not being written into a fabulous chapter where we get to have lots of fun with our big sis, Tara!

Fantastical: Finally! *cough* And that reason is…?

Dee and Dum: You're sick!

Fantastical: *one borrowed grenade away from killing the brats* Excuse me?

Emma: Oh yeah! Now I remember!

Pierce: You caught a cold, chu~!

Fantastical: *cough cough* Now that you mention it…

Tara: And a pretty bad one, too.

Fantastical: Which is why I haven't updated in forever. *blows nose*

Boris: *cringes* Wow, do you think you could have any more snot in that nose of yours?

Emma: *scolds* Boris!

Elliot: At least he's not that stupid, annoying Ace.

Vivaldi: We completely agree!

Elliot: Speaking of that moron, this lack of updating has a plus side, that being the fact that Ace hasn't shown up at the mansion gates in quite a few time periods.

McKenzie: It's a miracle!

Gowland: So then, as celebration, I shall perform a musical piece for you all!

Music plays. "And I was like, 'baby, baby, baby, oh~!' Like, 'baby baby baby, no~!'"

Everyone but Fantastical and Emma: *covers ears* No! The torture!

Fantastical: Oh, grow up. Justin Beiber isn't that bad. He just sounds like a little kid sometimes and a girl the others and can get very annoying at times.

Emma: *scolds again* Not to mention, it's rude to act like that when someone who I'm sure has practiced very hard plays for you!

Vivaldi: While we realize the importance of etiquette, we also recognize that in certain circumstances, it is nearly impossible. This is one of them.

Emma: *to McKenzie* So you can play the devious sport of water polo, yet you can't even listen to this.

McKenzie: Nope.

Ace: Water polo? I wanna try~! McKenzie?

McKenzie: Ask someone else to teach you, moron!

Elliot: And don't come to the Mafia for help, either!

Blood: Before anyone asks me, I fully intend to never wear Speedo's in my life.

Nightmare: Water polo sounds fun! To watch.

Blood: You'd die of blood loss if you played! No pun on my name intended.

Dee: If it was a pun…

Dum: Then it was a really bad one.

Blood: *One bullet away from requiring two new gate keepers * What did you say? Do you want to die? Or a pay cut?

Dee and Dum: *hide behind Tara* Nope!

Fantastical: So anyway, I've been sick for two weekends in a row, now. That's the longest I've ever been sick!

McKenzie: Lucky! I get sick a lot, and then wind up pushing myself too much, 'cause I hate being sick. And then I don't get better!

Ace: Haha, I wonder why.

McKenzie: *ignores Ace* Hey, I wonder where Julius and Alice are…?

Nightmare: Oh, they're on a date.

Ace: Haha, that's going to be a disaster.

Tara: Why do you say that?

Gowland: Let's just say that Julius isn't very good at romantic stuff.

Boris: Like you're any different, old man.

Gowland: Actually, I am! You should hear one of my love songs…

Emma: I don't think anyone would appreciate that right now, Gowland. I'd be happy to listen to them later, though.

Fantastical: Umm, maybe we should finish what we came here to say pretty soon. We've spent almost three pages already.

Nightmare: What font size?

Fantastical: Ten. Courier New font.

Pierce: That's a lot for an announcement, chu~.

Fantastical: *squeal* Still so cute!

Boris: *evil-eyes Pierce* No he's not.

Pierce: *cowers in terror *

Emma: *scolds… again* Boris, stop it! You're making me sound like an old maid, with all the times I have to scold you!

McKenzie: I know I'm changing the subject – again – but… where's Peter? I haven't seen him all day!

Fantastical: *eyes widen in realization* Oh crud. I totally forgot to tell him about this. Being sick completely screws up my brain. And I've been sick at all the wrong times. Like I missed the tryouts for honor band. And I know one of the judges for the honor band, and she's my music teacher, and she said that I so would have gotten in if I had tried out. And I would've gotten a good chair. But I was sick. I told you guys that.

Blood: Who cares?

Fantastical: *ignores* So anyway, updates will be slow. Even after I'm better.

Blood: *pulls out machine gun* What?

Fantastical: Behave yourself or I won't even let you appear for three more chapters!

Tara: *lowers machine gun for Blood and apologizes for him* He isn't really a people person.

Elliot: You'd better tell us why before anything else happens.

Fantastical: Right. You see, the other problem is English class.

McKenzie: Every problem in the world can be blamed on English class. The classroom is really a torture chamber. I hate it.

Emma: I rather like English…

Fantastical: To tell the truth, English class is both my favorite and most-hated class.

Nightmare: Even though I only know a little bit about your world, that doesn't sound possible to me.

Fantastical: It is. Most people who have my English teacher would agree. And I just barely saved my English grade from dropping to a C by barely finishing the rough draft of a seven paragraph essay in five days. The essay turned out to be about nine pages long. And I'm still not out of the fire yet. I've been getting lots of work, so my break will also be prolonged due to my efforts to keep up my 4.0. But I still like the class. I know, this sounds like just a whole lot of excuses, and it is, but I thought I might as well justify myself. By the way, Nightmare, you sound a whole lot more mature today than usual. Are you alright? *cough*

Nightmare: Sure, I'm fine. If just been spending a lot of time lately scheming up plots concerning the three newest foreigners.

Tara: As if we're not in the room.

Emma: FantasticalFantasy, are you okay? You don't sound all too good…

Vivaldi: She is sick, we believe.

Fantastical: I'm pretty sure that's been stated before. *pops cough drop in mouth* But I'm fine for a sick person, I guess. These cough drops are practically candy!

Dee: And that's all!

Fantastical: No it's not! I'm terribly sorry, readers. And Space Whales, who I am writing a collaborative fanfic with (in case any of you actually managed to miss that I am also writing a fanfic called "Lorina in Wonderland" with Space Whales).

Dum: And now that's all!

Fantastical: I guess it is.

Dee and Dum: Play with us now, Tara!