Orange Rose hopes of peace:
Sojourner, Sarah, Zander, and I were sitting around in the Homan lobby this evening, debating what sort of tomfoolery we should get up to tonight. With the new era approaching fast, we knew we had scant hours to complete any tasks we wished to earn points for. So, the task list trolling began. Many tasks were submitted for review. Calvinball was a likely option, but none of us had money for the necessary supplies such as a volleyball and a broom. Super Glued was also suggested, but none of us had any super glue to hand.
Suddenly, sojourner came across Pure Evil. His semi-maniacal laughter rang out, frightening us out of our wits until he explained the cause of his mirth. "You will know what to do" was his only reason that we should even attempt this task. "It leaves it open to anything!"
While his enthusiasm for the task was sure, the follow-though proved somewhat of a problem. We sat for a further amount of time, trying to decide what we could do that would be suitably evil. Then, I noticed the tent behind us. I will explain further. The recreation room in our building is under construction, and the entry is now covered by a plastic tent, bearing the warning:
DANGER
Asbestos
Cancer and Lung Disease Hazard
Keep Out
Authorized Personnel Only

I've been looking for a way to complete Subtlety for a while now. I thought about altering the campus maps posted around campus, but that proved too difficult. But this, this would be a perfect thing to alter. And, our alterations would be pure evil. We bandied around ideas for how to alter this "Danger: Asbestos" sign, and finally came up with:
WELCOME
Asbestos
Cancer and Lung Disease
Society
Headquarters
Unauthorized Personnel Only

So, Zander went off to recreate the style of the sign, and we continued our nefariousness in the lobby. The evilness of the evening escalated further when Sarah's family began prank calling her. She at first somewhat played along, and then let Sojourner answer the phone as a Mexican Immigrant. When he passed the phone back to Sarah, saying that it was a Japanese immigrant trying to get in touch with Sarah. She let them know that if they called again, they could talk to Burnadette. Cue me, and the old Bostonian lady voice that I use to entertain my little brother. So, the phone rang again, and I answered, dragging them for a strange conversation, reiterating the fact that "I'm old! And I have twenty-six grandchildren!" When they called me an old hag, I passed the phone to my "husband Harold." Cue sojourner with a crotchety old man voice. Then, we turned the tables on them. Sarah pulled out her phone numbers, and gave each of us a number to call. At the same time, we called the numbers as our various personas. Most of Sarah's family now has voicemails in strange accents and characters. Muahahahaha.
See Subtlety for our proof of sign alteration and such.
Subtlety