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unknownseas2022-06-16 04:06 pm
hotpaprika) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-16 04:06 pm
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Totally Normal Garden Party and not an escape meeting
[It's Friday afternoon, and the party is almost ready. Jonathan, with the help of others, have arranged a quaint table setting in the garden, adorned with various flower arrangements. The spread of food seems quite impressive if not... somewhat strange with some of the offerings. Floyd brought takoyaki (careful, some of them have hot sauce in them!), Jason brought donuts, Hadoka brought some scrambled eggs, although not enough to feed all 25 citizens, Brett brought finger sandwiches, Joy brought some fancy flatbread, Mille brought fancy little cakes and pastries, The Undertaker brought some bone shaped biscuits, and Adamon brought some mushroom risotto. For drinks, Jonathan brought over several pitchers of lemonade, enough for everyone at the party and then some.
Nandor also brought ice cubes and Misfire brought one (1) lemon.
If anyone is hesitant about coming, Jonathan will gently find them and tell them that the party "really means a lot to him", with added details about the true nature of the party if they are still resistant. There were really only two people he was keeping this a secret from.
Just before five o'clock hits, Jonathan finds himself looking increasingly nervous. Anxiously tapping the table, looking around for anything suspicious, and taking a quick swig from his flask that he got from the pool to calm his nerves. For those who think that this is just a garden party, this might not exactly look like the most normal behavior ever.
It's a few minutes past five and, once Jonathan does one last look around to make sure everyone is here, he gently taps his glass of lemonade with a spoon and stands up, clearing his throat.]
Thank you all for coming to the party! I have told this to a few of us, but I was not entirely honest when I wrote the invitation. While, yes, part of my motivation is to grow more familiar with the rest of the citizens here, my true purpose is much more vital. I organized this meeting so we can discuss how to escape from this prison the Mayor has placed us in, and I intend to do so before any casualties occur.
I do not want to burden everyone with the details of my life, but I had been held captive before, and I know the horrors of letting my captor know of my escape plans, and that is why I had to be secretive about this. I do not want our opportunities for escape to close because we let it slip that we're trying to leave, and I ask everyone to be similarly secretive about this.
But, on the bright side, we have the numbers I didn't have back at the Castle, and I am confident with our combined efforts we can overthrow the Mayor and get back to our homes before too long!
[And with that, Jonathan sits back down in order to begin the meeting in earnest!]
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Nandor also brought ice cubes and Misfire brought one (1) lemon.
If anyone is hesitant about coming, Jonathan will gently find them and tell them that the party "really means a lot to him", with added details about the true nature of the party if they are still resistant. There were really only two people he was keeping this a secret from.
Just before five o'clock hits, Jonathan finds himself looking increasingly nervous. Anxiously tapping the table, looking around for anything suspicious, and taking a quick swig from his flask that he got from the pool to calm his nerves. For those who think that this is just a garden party, this might not exactly look like the most normal behavior ever.
It's a few minutes past five and, once Jonathan does one last look around to make sure everyone is here, he gently taps his glass of lemonade with a spoon and stands up, clearing his throat.]
Thank you all for coming to the party! I have told this to a few of us, but I was not entirely honest when I wrote the invitation. While, yes, part of my motivation is to grow more familiar with the rest of the citizens here, my true purpose is much more vital. I organized this meeting so we can discuss how to escape from this prison the Mayor has placed us in, and I intend to do so before any casualties occur.
I do not want to burden everyone with the details of my life, but I had been held captive before, and I know the horrors of letting my captor know of my escape plans, and that is why I had to be secretive about this. I do not want our opportunities for escape to close because we let it slip that we're trying to leave, and I ask everyone to be similarly secretive about this.
But, on the bright side, we have the numbers I didn't have back at the Castle, and I am confident with our combined efforts we can overthrow the Mayor and get back to our homes before too long!
[And with that, Jonathan sits back down in order to begin the meeting in earnest!]
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Hey. Hi. Misfire here. I’m almost painfully open, which makes me great for backstory sharing. Did you know that ‘Misfire’ is a nickname? Got that one from the trial. Something involving a machine gun and a dozen dead deceptions. It was all a misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it.
[Because he sure isn’t.]
Oh - and decepticons? To anyone who doesn’t know at this point, I’m an alien space robot and ex-soldier in a Civil War that got way out of hand. And on the side that lost. Since then I’ve been on a bunch of wacky adventures with a group of misfits, many of which involved running for our lives in increasingly absurd ways. Also ended up on death row, but don’t worry - I made it out alright.
[He finally pauses.]
Any questions?
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[He points at Floyd.]
Fire away, fish boy!
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[ He never said it had to be a serious question! ]
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[ Well, THAT'S not ominous. ]
But nice~! Pink is good- I like red a lot!
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Red's pretty good. [It's the colour of the enemy, but...] Same colour of me and my buddies' eyes.
[Pause.]
Except Fulcrum. His are yellow. We shouldn't let him hang out with us for that, really.
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Pffff- then I'd be a big outlier, huh?
[ Considering he's got heterochromia and one eye is yellow. ]
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[He scratches his chin, peering at Floyd a little harder.]
Come to think of it - I don't think I've ever seen a 'bot with eyes like that.
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