citylogs | [open] plot clue club meeting

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You already decided it, I can tell.

Maybe a bit.

[grumble mumble... old man... he's not a Kid...]

[Sigh. Okay.

He takes a sip from his curly straw.]

So do you want to talk about the documents now.

Yeah, we'd better do that.

Anyway, do you think the climate change started this whole thing, or is it just a notation in experience?

Dunno. We'd need to know more about how long they've been doing this, that kind of thing. It's definitely related, but it's tough to say if it's the cause or just another reason to keep going.

Do you think that matters? Are we going to save the ozone layer through teamwork in our fucked up city?

I think that it probably goes beyond that. The more curious part I observed was in regard to their psychological studies as well as societal studies. Perhaps there was a disease of the mind, or some such? Or something that brought a concern of how people were coexisting.

It would explain why so many of our endeavors have been about relying on each other.

Huh. I could see that... In that case, maybe the climate part is a footnote. There's definitely less in here about that than the psychological stuff.

[He flips to the pages with the lists of academic writing, in particular. Hmm...]

Do you think we're, you know... doing good? We don't know how they're keeping score.

And it would track on account of all the shit they've put us through, which has been primarily psychological and based off of our memories, experiences, and so forth.

Honestly, I have no idea. But considering that we've actually managed to keep from killing each other too often is impressive, even if it doesn't seem like it. At least in my eyes.

I'm not the one keeping score, though.

Man, I was so sure we were all going for the kill by the end of the first couple weeks. Still a little surprised about that one.

[SO weird!!]

It's just— It's not like this shit they keep flinging at us is a problem-solution scenario... ever. At least if we had to band together for something like that, we'd get it.

I was frankly expecting someone to tell us that we'd have to kill each other or something. I'm glad to be wrong, of course.

[whack.]

I'm still unclear as to the purpose of it all, really. It's more like psychological torture than accomplishing much, unless they think it's a method for us to "overcome" ourselves or some shit.

See! You get me! That's what usually happens.

[He waves his non-soda-drinking hand, like, never mind though! They're not here to murder, so whatever.]

What would they need us to "overcome ourselves" for, though...? Are we purely guinea pigs, and the climate stuff is a red herring? I think I need to go tear that office apart again and look for more pages.

Oh, trust me, I know where you're coming from.

[at least it's just humans being assholes this time and not like ancient gods or whatever]

It's just a theory. But it might not hurt, maybe get another set of eyes on it. What I shame I'm lacking a full pair...

What, you're not going to come ruin an office with me?

[do not say "does your back hurt old man" do NOT SAY "DOES Y]

It's not like it's going anywhere. Probably.

You think I've got time to go rummaging through that when there are perfectly able bodied people here? I'm still more or less a one-man show right now at the clinic. I'm using my free time right now to be here and talk about your findings.

[and also arguing about ages apparently but mostly he just doesn't want to do that kind of work]

[at least call some tall friends to help him reach the high shelves, daan]

Wait, seriously? You can't still be the only doctor. Wasn't there another one? That woman, uh... well, she knew you.

[gives him one of those toy robot arms]

I recognize I'm not the only doctor, but I hadn't heard from her for awhile and she has her own space if I'm not mistaken. That's still two doctors for the lot of you.

[give him one that looks like a t-rex head please]

No, I mean— it's been six months, and we only have two that showed up? I know we're coming from all over, but isn't that a little statistically nuts? What are these researchers thinking...

[the perfect christmas gift]

You get no argument from me. I've met very few people who can do any healing magic as well. There's me and... what, one other person? To my knowledge, anyway.

Just one? That's weird... I wonder if they're trying to keep us more dependent on their fucked up medical care. Like how they stopped me from sliding out of here.

[nerfed......... the whole medical profession....]

Perhaps. I'm not sure if there's much of a pattern to speak of, but I suppose we can't completely refute the possibility.

It's exhausting shit for me, though.

Maybe they don't have a lot of doctors in Phoenix anymore. We're more accurate with just two of you.

You could always ask someone to be your, you know... apprentice or whatever.

Could be, I suppose. You think it's really about accuracy though?

[The suggestion earns a heavy sigh.] Yeah, you wouldn't be the first to suggest that. I'm not sure how many people really want to learn, but I suppose it's something I should consider.

...After all, I could end up injured myself. Then that really puts everyone else in a fix, doesn't it.

Yeah, we'd just stick bandaids on you and you'd bleed out feeling really disappointed.

[Jokes. But also, the truth.]

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