[open] plot clue club meeting

[coolerjunpei]

WHO: Junpei coolerjunpei and You
WHAT: Secret Info Club Meeting and general Plot Clue mingling
WHERE: a conference room. with snacks!
WHEN: roughly DECEMBER!!! 12 this never once said nov
WARNINGS: tba

network preamble

[Having come into some fascinating information, Junpei—

obsessively studies it for a solid day

—and then un: junpei posts something very short and simple to the network for once:]

hey, it's junpei. i'm in the 5th floor conference room in the district 2 building by the bowling alley if anybody wants to know some *big names* and read some pages that aren't half blacked out. you know, for fun.

i've got some chips too. come check it out if you want.

log part

[The conference room is all decked out for some frantic information sharing, or rather:

Junpei has hastily set out some snacks, that is: some bags of chips and a few soda bottles, mostly what he could grab as quickly as possible from the nearest convenience store. He's also tossed some pens and notepads kind of randomly onto the table.

On the wheely whiteboard he's pushed up to the end of the room, the head of the conference table, he's written in big ol' letters:

INFO CLUB MEETING
TAKE A DOCUMENT SHARE A DOCUMENT
IDEAS???

DON'T SPREAD IT AROUND TOO MUCH YET, WE MIGHT GET PHANTOM ARRESTED OR WHATEVER

The most orderly thing here is the stack of ✨✨Documents✨✨ up by the whiteboard. These, he has put in the effort to not make a frantic mess of. Welcome to the club.]

OOC: this is a mingle for the ✨plot clue✨ junpei has received and it is open to anyone who might be interested in the information! if you have cr with junpei or have talked to him even once about The Mysteries, you're welcome to handwave that he sent your character a personal cryptic text about something important, come see. otherwise, seeing his network message and showing up is just fine too.

Comments

[justscribing]

You didn't already think he was older than you?

[Even if it's like a year at most. That's So Important to Kaveh.]

[limbical]

I'm even just estimating since we're at the end of the year and it's been about six months since I've been here. So, logically, I'm probably 29 by now.

[look he doesn't actually know when his birthday is, so...]

[justscribing]

That's right, some of us are experiencing incongruencies with the calendar from our home and this one. There's a discrepancy of a little over a month for me.

[limbical]

It was September when I was in Prehevil, so about two months or so for me.

[justscribing]

I see. For you the dates went backwards, whereas for me they went forward. [A pause before he shakes his head.] But that doesn't mean much beyond an individual tracking an important date.

[limbical]

Right. If these people can pull us from different worlds, different times is sort of a given.

So, just personal accountability, as you said.

[fussiest]

- logically. So you don't know? [ ... ] When is your birthday, or are you not certain, Daan?

[limbical]

...Do you really think I would know that?

[Daan folds his arms, glancing away. The sandwiches suddenly look very interesting.

Quietly, he adds:]

My parents never bothered to tell me.

[fussiest]

I see.

[ kaveh looks. and then: ] Well, that just means you get to choose your own.

[limbical]

...Well.

I sort of did, I guess. ... Yeah.

[gay reasons, he isn't gonna bring it up here tho]

[fussiest]

I see.

[ that's an 'i see' with a completely different connotation. kaveh grins. ]

You'll have to tell me about it later, right?

[abstractart]

Wait, you didn't just get given one then...?

[man not fair he wants to pick his own too]

[limbical]

Nope. Who would've bothered?

[what's stoppin you dude]

[abstractart]

Dunno. I think the orphanage probably just picked one for me. Nobody had to do, like, paperwork?

[fussiest]

Of course I didn't! I was under the impression that he was in his early to mid-twenties. Don't ask me why. Wait, how old did you think he was?

[justscribing]

Mid-thirties.

[He could have been more off.]

[limbical]

[muttering:] At least it wasn't 45.

[fussiest]

Oh. So 'Daad' age. [ thanks junpei. ] I suppose I'm in the minority then. Fine, fine, I was off. I'll concede. Age is just a number, anyway, it's not like you ever called me 'Senior' sincerely despite it.

[limbical]

Don't say Daad!

[fussiest]

What's that, Daad? What's wrong, shy that you're older than me?

[limbical]

Do you want me to ground you.

[justscribing]

You're the one that holds your seniority in regard. Given you do, wouldn't it behoove you act it?

[fussiest]

And in what what haven't I acted it! Only you have such an indefinite definition for what a Senior must be like in order to skirt any and all respect owed.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Not looking up from poring over a copy of the documents, comparing it to her own notebook: ]

Jesus Christ, you're all children.

[fussiest]

And how old are- No, I was just told I ought not ask. But when met with an assertion like that, can anyone blame me for having the impetus? If I ask you how old you are, Johanna, will you also call me rude?