(open) infodump meeting

[coolerjunpei]

WHO: jumpy coolerjunpei and OPEN
WHAT: The sequel to the prior secrets/infosharing meeting. Also, separately: Art Club.
WHERE: A conference room in an office building. Art Club is in a random apartment near City Hall.
WHEN: Sept. 14-15
WARNINGS: kromer probably. tba on the rest

INFO MEETING
[In Setsuna's absence but wanting to continue the usefulness of the info-sharing Secret Meetings, Junpei has taken it upon himself to spread the word about the newest physical meeting place. As before, nondescript handwritten flyers are posted around the most heavily trafficked areas of the city (with a scattering more in apartment buildings and less-popular areas), all reading roughly the same thing:

Infosharing time again. Under new management?

Come as you are, buzzkills only allowed if they bring snacks. 2nd floor conference room in the office building across from the bank.

junpei

It was cool when Setsuna could leave his mysterious network username but unfortunately Junpei is still living with his fool-ass choices... Regardless. It's dated for the afternoon of the 14th, and on the day of, Junpei has brought paper and writing supplies and a clipboard and a cardboard box for fun later to the conference room.

He's holding the clipboard because it makes him feel important, and occasionally flipping pages to squint at it while people wander in. Eventually:]

Uh, hey—Junpei here. If you were here last time, you know what this is about already, buuut if you weren't: we're planning, more or less. All of our information is spread around, so... this is an effort to get it all in as many heads as possible, when more of us inevitably disappear without a trace overnight.

[Ahem. Okay,] Last time we were also planning some projects, and Setsuna was going to help me make a drone to explore the parts of the city we can't physically get to, but he's gone, so... I'm taking applications for Drone Team?

[..........,]

That's all I've got. Let's mingle and do some info-magic.



(OOC PORTION: hello, please treat this as a FREE MINGLE and post TLs to your heart's content. Infosharing is the main goal but if you want to recruit ICly for a Project, feel free!! There are also SNACKS ABOUND. enjoy.)

DON'S SEMINAR (tm) | Yesod's Suggestion Box efforts | Drone Team & Kiosk database

Comments

[kampfgeist]

[ part 1: heine observes an absolutely terrifying man rip don quixote a (thankfully metaphorical) new one and thinks, wow, an entirely new degree of assholery has been recorded here tonight.

because he has no particular desire to die tonight he doesn't say it out loud tho.

part 2: thoughtfully eating offbrand m&ms, heine asks: ]

Did you remember being here? [ when she was home, that is. he won't add to the litany of people being like a week ago?! ]

[icanfixer]

[ that is her MOST BELOVED BOSS that she gets into fights with, don't worry about it.

and

she hesitates, glancing just over his shoulder. ]

Ehm, somewhat. Thee could say... it was like a dream.

[ ... she really doesn't like lying. but if it's to... then sure, it's... ]

[kampfgeist]

[ heine has a better-than-average bullshit detector, so he recognizes that don is skirting around the truth. it's in the way she won't quite meet his eyes, not to mention the prevarication—an "um, sort of, i guess" from a girl who normally stands to make declarative speeches about things does ring a little false. ]

It's okay, you don't have to tell me. [ he's not bothered by it, but she doesn't have to lie.

heine lifts an m&m like he's offering to toss it at her. this in exchange for saying out loud that he's glad she's back, both because he's sort of allergic to expressions of care and also because that's a fucked-up thing to be glad for and he knows it. ]

[icanfixer]

[ oh, whew, she doesn't have to tell him. great. she hates lying and heine is one of the last people she'd ever want to lie to, given he's one of the handful that Gets Her on a level.

in response to the m&m though, she's opening her mouth. toss it. she'll dive for that bitch. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ that's exactly the response heine was hoping for, and there's some amusement in his gaze as he tosses the candy—gently, but overhand because it's so small and needs precision. hopefully don won't have to dive too far for it, but if she misses, he has half a pack left! ]

[icanfixer]

[ waste not want not, she's leaning to nab it from the air like a dog!!!!!! mm. chocolate. don'll stick out her hand for some more though, she's really on the cusp of falling over for a snack. ]

I am glad to have come back as well, [ since she doesn't have a problem verbalizing it, ] for I very much missed thee.

[ or would have, if she remembered him. she missed him when she woke up does that count. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ a polite round of applause for her impressive catch, and heine rewards her by leaning over so he can dump half the remainder into her hand. taking care of don's low blood sugar one little chocolate at a time.

hearing what he had kept himself from saying, said out loud, is... it makes him squirm a little, not with discomfort but just with the newness of it. missed him. he knows that don's reluctance to say anything about being back home probably means she hadn't remembered much at all, but even the fact that she said it is pretty nice. ]

...It would have been boring without you. [ that's what he settles on, as far as agreements go. hopefully she can read between the lines. ]

[icanfixer]

[ she can well enough, grinning briefly as she pours the rest of them in her mouth... no one can stop her. she's the off brand m&m queen right now. she has also decided this is what they're stocking up on this week snack wise because they are perfect and delicious and she's going to train sinclair into catching them like she does if it's the last thing she does in this wing-forsaken ]

For who else would challenge thee to nigh-impossible tasks? [ like lemon biting... ] I would not be against another meal if thy heart should yearn to try again!

[ she'll think of something he can lose. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ don gets a dirty look for that, but there's no heat in it at all. ] How about challenging me to something I can win?

[ heine's not actually bitter about having lost the lemon-biting competition. he put up a good fight! and besides, it was never really about the lemon as much as it was about just getting to spend... time with a friend... (squirm, part 2.)

but in the name of his pride it would still be nice to win once. ]

[icanfixer]

[ you don't need an excuse to hang out with her... ask her for address.... come over any time... the door, and window, are open... ]

In what do thee feel confident in having an edge over myself?

[kampfgeist]

[ don't say height don't say height don't say height ]

I'm sure there's something...

[ one of the reasons don quixote is so fun is that she has almost all the edges heine usually has: fast, strong, can't die, or at least doesn't stay dead for long. maybe heine has a leg up because he also heals from all his wounds, but that sounds like the kind of thing that they would only test to the extreme and vocal disappointment of their roommates (or maybe just heine's roommate). ]

[icanfixer]

[ no, definitely her own roommate too, but sinclair can't stop her even if he wanted to-- well, maybe he could, but who's gonna try? there's definitely more fussing in the aftermath. but that's what makes heine fun for her, too: they're well-matched in a lot of ways, and she hums thoughtfully. it really works at her creative mind to think of something that would be as much as an even match as the lemon should've been.

... oh, that could be fun!!!!!!!!! ]

I don't suppose thee have anything against a little dirt?

[kampfgeist]

You don't suppose correctly. [ or is it that she supposes correctly?... maybe heine should elaborate: ] No issues with dirt.

[ in fact, one of the first things he did when he got to the city was dig a grave in the graveyard! that was a disappointing endeavor, though, only because he got all six feet down only to find out there was nothing there. he hadn't expected weapons (which is what they were looking for) but a coffin might have been fun

anyway. ]

What are you thinking of?

[icanfixer]

[ funny he should have prior experience because -- ]

We shall see who can dig their grave faster! Using their hands only, of course -- thine are bigger than mine, so it should give thee some advantage. A shallow one, I think, for any longer and it shall be a week's endeavor over a mere few hours!

[kampfgeist]

[ that is extremely funny, and it earns a laugh, abrupt and brief though it is. ]

With our hands? [ wow donqui that's intense. ] I know how long it takes me with a shovel, but hands...

[ nothing like a low-stakes challenge to make heine feel like his competitive spirit is igniting. he nods slowly in agreement. ]

Okay, you're on. Loser buys dinner again, or do we have new stakes?

[icanfixer]

It can be the same stakes as last we fought, or something new -- it is hungry work, so we shall dine anyway, it only matters who chooses it. Though, [ with a wiggle, ] I should like to indulge thee with a favorite of mine, so let us decide on something else.

[ she'll!!! take over dinner!!! ]

Whomever wins shall decide the first ride we go on at the fair once it has opened!

[ because she's taking all her friends at least once. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ heine has milled around the park a little, but hasn't spent too much time investigating the fair, so this suggestion comes as a mild surprise to him. ]

Never been to a fair before. [ and he knows, just knows badou is going to kill him if he sets foot on its grounds before at least four weeks have passed since its opening, but also... ]

Okay, deal. [ he'll excuse it by saying he went to look after don quixote, ignoring that she needs zero looking after by heine. ]

[icanfixer]

[ she'll handle badou. he's coming with her one day too. no one who's marked as a friend in don's book has a choice. ]

Nor have I! Well, save to look into it a little early -- there are so many wondrous things there! I am not certain how they may handle food, as there is no kitchen upon the stands, but I shall look forward to it regardless! I rather like the merry-go-round, but thy height may work against thee there.

[ haha. too tall for the kid's ride where you go up and down on horses. ]

Oooh, I am so excited! When shall we best one another? Not today, nor tomorrow, I am preoccupied on both, but it must be before the 19th whence it opens!!!!!!!

[ look at her leg kicks ]

[kampfgeist]

[ wow she really is excited. and really has planned it out, apparently, which is endearing and makes heine hide a smile behind a handful of m&ms. ]

The 18th? [ he doesn't really keep track of the days generally, but he will in the name of making sure he doesn't miss their graveyard meeting. ] Or the night of the 17th. Digging graves feels like a nighttime activity.

[ ...only because the one (1) grave he's dug was done at night, probably. ]

[icanfixer]

[ ... night time... her legs kick stop, but resume after the passing moment. little less though. ]

That sounds fine to me as well, dear Heine! The City -- ehm, my city -- has other ways of taking care of the dead, so it is rare to see a grave for others unless one has done it themselves or they have paid for it.

[ most of the time they just get turned into clothes or... well, let's just say they don't let a single bit go to waste. ]

[kampfgeist]

[ aha, a tell. heine lifts an eyebrow, regarding don. ] Daytime, then.

[ doesn't take a genius to read from that reaction that don quixote doesn't love the night. it doesn't matter to heine one way or another, either, so daytime it is if it makes her more comfortable.

he nods a little like this makes a ton of sense. ] You said something about that. The... Enkephalin?

[ oh wait. ] No, wait, that was "mostly but not all dead." I think. [ he is doing so good at keeping her stories straight. ]

[icanfixer]

[ no... don't See her... it makes her puff her cheeks a bit, glancing away bashfully before the question is asked. ]

Kehm. Yes, that is correct -- those must be still alive. The Sweepers take care of the fallen in the Backstreets, though they do not care if one is dead or not.

[ ... ]

The time does not need to change, by the way, but it would be better to see who finishes first. Thou art a wise man for thinking ahead.

[ yeah. she can do it like that. ]

[kampfgeist]

Their whole job is cleanup crew? Different than the one for the train, I guess.

[ heine feels like he's learning the lay of the land of don's weird city in fits and starts, cobbled together from the crumbs of lore she drops in the middle of other conversations. it's an interesting way to learn more about someone.

he's not about to put her on blast for being afraid of the dark, or whatever it is that motivates her not to want to dig graves at night. to give her an out, heine observes, ] Nah, daytime's better. That way we can go eat when we're done.

[ if they start in the early afternoon they'll be done by dinnertime, easy. not that heine eats on much of a schedule other than "when he feels like it." ]

cw implied cannibalism i am so sorry laura

[icanfixer]

That... is true as well! I cannot sleep on an empty stomach, so daytime it is!

[ since she does wanna eat out with him again. what a good kind young man he is, don seems to relax more because of it. ]

Oh, but the Sweepers... they are not exactly a clean up crew, but scavangers? I suppose thee could call them. They walk the Backstreets for an hour and twenty one minutes exact, at the same time each night, and consume those whom have been left outside.

[kampfgeist]

Oh. [ damn. that's... a few shades more intense than anything heine's immediately familiar with from his own city, and also more intense than anything else don's mentioned so far. at least with the bus fuel, they're foes and almost dead ones at that; having a crew of scanvengers who just straight up eats people in the backstreets feels like a lot. ] I hear human tastes like pork.

[ who asked, heine ]

I guess you'd better stay inside for that hour and twenty minutes if you don't want to end up dinner.