(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

[immortalpoet]

[okay]

[hi]


[here's a question ehe]




Why the hell did you not tell me this.

[icanfixer]

[





oh fuck THAT'S what she forgot ]

I wished to inform all at once.

[ yeah. we'll go with this. ]

I shall inform thee personally of what I have gained, Sir Vergilius, in a report.

[ okay? okay? please don't get her ass in front of everyone boss she thought she did SO GOOD ]

[immortalpoet]

You should have informed me first, Don Quixote. Especially when it comes to the matter of our City.

[TOO LITTLE TOO LATE!!!]

Your incompetence and general stupidity in everything you do never ceases to amaze me.

[icanfixer]

[ uu u uuu she's flopping back on the table...... ]

I thought I had covered it all... Nay, I had forgotten my boss most dear -- prithee, do forgive this knight's insolence in such an important matter, lest she throw herself out the window in compensation!

[ maybe if she makes a scene about it he won't ride her ass ]

[immortalpoet]

Oh, save it.

[No mercy is to have been found here!]

I don't need your theatrics. I need proper good work. And this? There's no excuse for it.

[icanfixer]

[ damn. she remains there a moment before sitting up. ]

But it is good work, is it not? Even if improper?

[immortalpoet]

No. It isn't.

[icanfixer]

[ her efforts go ever unrewarded. ]

Thou art allergic to kind words!

[immortalpoet]

I'll be plenty kind if you do your damn job for once instead of this idiocy.

[icanfixer]

[ uuuuuuuuuuuuu... she's gonna sit down in a seat. ]

It is interesting, at least... that time does not pass, or if it does then it is not unlike...

[ ... not unlike...

and the trains, too. don gets a displeased look on her face, but she'll shake it off. ]

It is interesting, at the very least. As a whole.

[immortalpoet]

...

[He gets what she's putting down.]

Did anything happen prior to your..."return"?

[icanfixer]

[ one of the few that can, thankfully. ]

Here? Nay. I went to bed. There? We were set to sail upon The Great Lake. I am most excited for it as well, for the bus has taken on a new life entirely!

[immortalpoet]

...Mm.

[The Great Lake, huh...]

Let me guess. We went to get it fixed up for such a thing?

[icanfixer]

That is correct! We met with Miss Olga [ heeeeeeeeeeeeeee ] and the lot of them! Oh, it was so exciting, being in the presence of other Fixers! Former, of course, but nonetheless, nonetheless! One can truly tell the difference between those who are, and those who are not! Such a noble scent among them all -- marred, nay, enhanced by their new jobs as boatmen, a hidden treat beneath the oil and grime for one who's nose is keen as any hounds...!

[ eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ]

[immortalpoet]

[Stuff to actually chew on here, but-]

Please never say anything about scents of Fixers again in my presence. Not even outside my presence.

[icanfixer]

[ uuuu.... it is less a glance than before, but somehow, it is still as effective. ]

Understood... Though I need not say anything for it to be true.

[ sigh. oh, she misses them already! ]

I only wish we could have spent more time among them... but it was fun while it lasted, for all save poor Ser Heathcliff and Ishmael.

[immortalpoet]

[in the tone of "i'm really annoyed but then again this might be good information so fuck this i'll ask"]

What happened with them?

1/2

[icanfixer]

[ wow she really does have all the knowledge. too bad her boss wouldn't appreciate falsehoods like "you told me i did an adequate job whilst fighting trash crabs". ]

Ehm, Ishmael... does not seem particularly fond of where we are heading, and so the two of them got into a tiff over it -- I believe Ser Heathcliff is quite worried about her in his own way -- and they had quite the nasty spat. It was by thy hand they were disciplined, and they settled somewhat after that, but she remains apart from us.

2/2

[icanfixer]

But that is not the worst part, Sir Vergilius!!! For I... I spent an hour of my day, searching yonder shores for the ball I had seen on our way in... and in no time at all, it blew up against the barrier! Oh, for shame! Pity! All a young lady wishes to do is play some beach volleyball among her compatriots, and she is not given a moment to shine! Nay, it is stolen from her!!!!

[ . ]

Truly, I understand the cruelty of this world!!!!

[immortalpoet]

[jesus fucking carmen christ almighty]

Your priorities are all screwed up. Anyways...sounds like something I would do. Didn't I say the first rule was to not fight amongst each other? [A sigh.] What a mess.

[worldexecute]

( ......hold on )

Olga? From the Molar Office.

[icanfixer]

That is correct! Ahem, I have some information for thee, Angela.

[ ... ]

That is rather irrelevant to the meeting at hand, so allow me closer.

[ leaning over as an aside. hi. for her ears only, since it really isn't relevant to everyone as a whole: ]

They are Olga, Mika, and Rain, formerly Grade 5 Fixers of the Molar Office and now acting as the Molar Boatworks after finding themselves in a vastly different District from whence they had come. It would seem thy Library had something to do with it.

[ by name, more or less. don can connect it well right now to the woman before her. ]

[worldexecute]

( hi. another person formerly booked and then mysteriously released... angela frowns slightly, eyebrows pressed together. )

What did they say about The Library? ( ... ) No, never mind. Tell me later.

( that's sensitive information. )

[icanfixer]

Which do thee prefer, coffee or tea?

[ watch this smooth operator. ]

[worldexecute]

( ? )

Tea. I never cared for coffee. Why?