There is a dog here.

Due to the insistence of our Brigade Chief that the meeting minutes be transcribed completely, and the extensive discussion that followed Prom attendance being made mandatory for all Brigade members, it's going to be a day or two before the full minutes are ready to be posted.

On a related note, I'm going to need to get back into the school this evening, but I won't be free until seven. Haruhi, since you've got the keys, will you meet me there? Official club business.

WHO: Kyon & Haruhi.
WHERE: Outside the school.
WHEN: Roughly sunset.


Kyon made sure to sneak out of the school building half an hour early, winding a circuitous path around the back of the school grounds, because when certain random factors were in play, there was no such thing as being too careful. Reaching the front of the school, and pausing briefly to massage some warmth back into his arms -- it was colder than he'd expected -- he glanced behind him briefly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. That was exactly the way he wanted it.

Now it was just a matter of trying not to shiver and waiting to see if his plan survived first contact with the enemy. He glanced at the angle of the setting sun, critically, and called up the weather report on his phone, receiving its verdict with a grimace. Never mind what the app said, it was definitely the cold that was making his arms break out in gooseflesh under his uniform jacket. This was a precision operation, with absolutely zero paranormal factors involved, so there wasn't any reason to be getting nervous. It was just cold.

Who: The resident Asgardians
What: Discussion of some things that maybe should have been mentioned before now.
When: Directly at the end of this conversation
Where: Loki's room

[As Asgardians went, Sif could be considered rather level-headed and cautious sometimes. It was true, she was fond of hitting things with a sword, but she could also be counted on to listen, when she wanted to, when she thought something was important, and think things through clearly. Of course, she could also rush off in a fit of fury and get herself into a mess up to her eyeballs, when in the right mood. A foul mood. And everybody knew that Sif had a temper.

It wasn't that she was so exceptionally fond of Loki, that she felt a need to rush to his aid or defend him. It wasn't even as though the Asgardians hadn't tied him up a couple of times themselves, or done far worse things- usually in response to something that Loki did. But, one, she had given him the chance to be honest with her, and he had left things out. And two, when it came down to it he was still of Asgard. Whatever trouble he caused, it would be to Asgard to respond to it, not some jumped-up arrogant human with ideas of good or grandeur or Odin knows what. Sif didn't care. He would be her problem, before anyone else's. She was Asgard. Whatever his grievances, he was owed that.

Sif cared little for boundaries and less for doors, when she stormed into the apartment, barely giving a second's thought for knocking or locks or anything that would stand in her way. She loomed, her face dangerously angry.]

Explain. [That's not a question. That's an order.] And this time, do not leave anything out.

You've got a hot and mad Asgardian on your ass.

Don't say I never did you any favors.

Also, don't say Loki never did you any favors, either.