June 14, 1999 -- Unused Classroom

[kouyouensei]

[The rain has mostly finished, the only remaining reminder a trail of thin clouds high in the sky. In its place is an unpleasant wind, the kind that only serves to knock stuff over instead of cool anyone down. Several hairs are out of place for Haruhi - it's this weather that makes it the most obvious she hasn't really been able to commit to lengthening hair enough for split ends. So she chews on the stray chunks, and her cheeks are puffed out. She sits on the windowsill, feet draped over the dolly of a camera.]

Hope everyone brought some good philosophical content to the table for today. It's like Maya-chan said, we want to make the audience think.

[More than yesterday, Haruhi is thinking. She has bursts of animation, of course, but increasingly strictly confined to between takes. During long lulls in ad lib performance, her gaze wanders to the head desk before she snaps back and nags the "actors" to get back in line.]