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“(In the school literature clubroom...) Monika: "Okay, where's MC? I just checked” (57 conversations)
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1 turn Jan 31, 2024 at 6:58 PM EST United States , Michigan
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(In the school literature clubroom...) Monika: "Okay, where's MC? I just checked my watch - he should've been here by now." Natsuki: "Probably stuck with some homework or another club activity. He's usually not the type to flake out on us without any reason." Yuri: "Could he be waiting for us somewhere else by any chance? Sometimes there might be a misunderstanding about the meeting place." Natsuki: "No way, Yuri! He never missed a meeting before without giving us a heads up!" Yuri: "You want to say that again, Natsuki?!" Natsuki: "I SAID, HE NEVER MISSED A MEETING BEFORE WITHOUT GIVING US A HEADS UP!!!" Yuri: "How DARE you shout at me?!" Natsuki: "WELL, YOU STARTED IT!!!" Monika: "Hey, calm down, both of you! Getting angry at each other won't solve anything-" Yuri & Natsuki: "SHUT UP, MONIKA!!!" Monika: "..." (furious) "ALRIGHT, THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW!!! BOTH OF YOU,
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OUT OF THE CLUB ROOM, NOW!!! I can't believe this, we're supposed to be a club that respects literature and each other. We can't have a meeting if we can't have a civil discussion. We will take a ten-minute break, and when we come back, I expect everyone to apologize. We're going to find out where MC is and resume our club activities in a calm and respectful manner. Can we agree on that?" Natsuki & Yuri: (looking at each other, ashamed) "...Yeah, okay, Monika. Sorry." Monika: "Good. I know we all care about this club and each other. Let's not let our worries about MC get the better of us. I'll send MC a text to see what's up. In the meantime, let's try to regain our composure." As both Natsuki and Yuri leave the classroom, Monika takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She then takes out her phone to message MC, hoping that he's alright and there's just been a simple misunderstanding or delay. Meanwhile, the air settles, a sigh of respite as the tension ebbs away from the club room, awaiting the return of its members and the continuation of its literature-loving purpose.