Good morning *yawns*

Last night was very strange. We had entered the room, and were getting into our positions when the Heart started to manifest. I don't think any of us had calculated the effect of the Heart into our plans; not even @Tammy Reins. It was impossible to calculate, anyhow.

The feeling was all-consuming, it filled up every part of one's being, completing things that no one had ever suspected weren't whole. As the pulse resonated throughout the room, nay, the world, everyone connected, individual hearts shifting rhythm to beat in sync with The One. (I think a few pace-makers had to be replaced after the event). It was magnificent, it was unlike anything else, it was Utter Unity, it was... Kind of creepy, actually. When I noticed that everyone was blinking together, swaying and breathing in the same rhythm, it really freaked me out, and I, well, I left. No one noticed. Even if I hadn't been invisible, They were all too consumed by the singleness of the Heart that anyone who managed to maintain individualism became insignificant.

I think I'm the only one from the special ops of Psychic Crime Club that made it out. Except for maybe @Walls, but technically he wasn't a member, more like... An associate. I think. I hope Walls is ok. His projections seemed pretty upset when I slipped out. I would have stopped to check on him, but I didn't want to get pulled into the lure of the Heart's cryopods. I could hear it calling to me.

Speaking of calling, if anyone hears shouting emanating from inside a couch in one of the lounges, it's not the poltergeist. It's me. I lay down after the dance and accidentally fell asleep, at which point the couch ate me. It hasn't started digesting yet, but it's a little bit uncomfortable in here, and help would be appreciated.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

I always knew that @Tammy Reins was too soft. "Oh! Let's steal the HEART! At the VALENTINE'S DANCE! OOOOO!" I mean, I'm no psychoanalyst, but that pretty much speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Now all the namby-pamby Psychic Crime Club members who went to the dance are "groovy" with their "love-ins" and volunteering at old folks homes.

Figures. But a good Psychic Crime Club needs this kind of experience to weed out the weak.

I, Rex Turbo, declare myself President of the new Crime Club!

We'll meet in the haunted parking garage at midnight for initiations.

Well uh... Psychic Crime Club's first heist was in no way a success. One might even say, total and utter failure, but hey, it was the first! I think, the crime club is all about training and recognising future criminals potential, and developing their skills. There are many more future endeavours to come I am sure!

I mean, it would help if half the members weren't in a cryogenically induced coma right now, but there are obviously things to be improved on. I'm sure there's a loophole in the Heart's contract which can get unwilling participants off caretaker duty? I hope so.

Good news is @Nobody made it out, which means it was only a 80% casualty rate, which isn't as bad as some clubs, such as Shark Circus or Incredibly Contagious Diseases Fan Club. I was looking everywhere and I'm so relieved- I mean uh, it's not like I was worried or anything, uh, obviously, I was just upset because uh... uh....

*Second projection appears*

{Stop babbling Walls. What we WERE wondering is why @Rex Turbo can declare himself president when there is a seasoned survivor of the heist, (Not me, I'm only an associate), an original member who maybe has first right to president, maybe... And since @Nobody was being cut out of the carnivorous couch in the senior lounge, I uh, went down to the haunted parking garage for her, and got caught up in uh-}

-NO WE DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT

*Second projection disappears*

Help me set up this game of Downfall.

Yeah so turnout for the new Crime Club initiations wasn't so good. And maybe face tattoos were too much to ask for right off the bat. And I'm willing to pull back on the pinky-cutting-off thing, at least at this stage.

So let's try it again tonight? But we'll just do neck tattoos. And I'll stomp on your toe really hard.

Tonight at midnight in the haunted parking garage! Be there OR ELSE!

I can't believe nobody went for the neck tattoos. They can be discreet, really! And they can be easily covered up when you're wearing a nice starched collar and a tie, and a suit jacket, which is the new dress code for Psychic Crime Club.

But I'm still willing to initiate you as junior members, and use temporary tattoos instead. And you can put them anywhere, I guess. And instead of the beat in, I'll just, uh, criticize your taste in music.

So, meet me in the haunted parking garage at midnight tonight for our first official meeting and initiation ritual for new Psychic Crime Club! Be there, or FEEL LEFT OUT!

Will there be snacks? Or drinks?

@Rex Turbo

Oh, yeah, definitely @Steak Richardson. Arizona Tea, Cheetos... whatever you want we can make it happen. We're Psychic Crime Club!

Uh, but, I might be a little late because I have to run to the store. On the bus. But DEFINITELY see you at the haunted parking garage tonight!

Dear Somebody,
I now have a temporary tattoo of a green chinchilla on my wrist, and have been told that Jazz is too soft and sophisticated and that I should listen to more Power Value Stance.

After the fiasco that was Psychic Crime Club's first heist, and finding out about @Rex Turbo's terrifying idea of "initiation" and what it should involve, I had come to the conclusion that the Crime Club was not for me. But @Walls pointed out that I am one of the only original members of the club not in a coma, and that while I was stressed out and terrified most of the time, I did enjoy it. I think. Plus it will look good on my resume. In certain circles. And when I found out that @Rex Turbo had changed the initiation ritual, I decided to give the Club another chance.

In other news, @Alra Mist, I, too get lost quite frequently! The halls of Psyhigh are confusing even if one hasn't been in a coma for a year. I have an extra map from my Psychic Cartography Class if you'd like to borrow it. Its fairly accurate and is enchanted to update itself when needed, although it has a tendency to get the hiccups if you leave it unrolled for too long. If you're interested, I can send my cat, Claude, with it; he never gets lost and always knows where to find everyone. Most of the time.

*rumbling and growling is heard*
I'd better go now; Claudette has indigestion from eating the game of Exploding Scrabble. I warned her not to eat the "U"s and "Q"s.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

AlRIGHT! We're finally ready to commit some REAL psychic crime!

I'm ready to declare last night's initiation a success. Now we've got @Steak Richardson, his friend @Monterey Jack, and @Nobody wearing the suits. And boy do we look SHARP let me tell you. @Steak Richardson and @Monterey Jack
have their hair slicked nice and back with the Brylcreem just like me. Hard to tell about @Nobody's hair, what with the invisibility and all, but the suit itself looks great just moving around on its own like that with @Nobody in it. Spooky. No doubt that will come in handy when we do our shakedowns.

Speaking of shakedowns, it's time to get started with the bread and butter of psychic crime - extortion! Psychic Crime Club now OWNS this school, and nobody makes a dime without us getting a cut. IF you know what I mean.

So I say we all pay a little visit tonight to the Spoonbender, and have a little talk with the student managers about how we can help their business. IF you know what I mean.

I gotta go outside and crack my knuckles, and they give off big telekinetic shockwaves when I do it. Maybe I'll take a little walk past the Spoonbender right now.

Holy Moly have they got a big guard dog!! Have you seen it? It's black and big as a friggin motorcycle. And those huge green glowing eyes. Brrrrrrr. My hair is still standing on end, even with the Brylcreem.

I didn't know the Spoonbender had that. I gotta reassess.