non-emergency huddle (week 6 meeting)

[dullshooter]

[If you're about anywhere Wednesday afternoon, you'll be greeted by Misfire clapping you on the shoulder and drawing you in for a whispered bunch of words:]

Emergency Huddle. Usual spot. See you in ten whilst I round up everyone else.

[And, half-delivering on his promise, Misfire arrives at the bowling alley bathrooms (where else could he have meant?), albeit later than everyone else, to get the meeting going.

There's not much prep work you can do for a meeting in a set of bathroom stalls, but there's a shoddily painted banner across them that reads: 'We survived this far!' It's in the slow process of falling down. Symbolism.]

Alright, cool, that everyone? Whatever - we can start. [He claps his hands.] Soooo... yeah. Let's do the meeting thing.

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[dullshooter]

The main reason I put this little shindig together, apart from knowing that scrap has gone down, is because I just got done going through Dawon's unforgiving pile of notes and thought that might be pertinent to share them with you guys.

[He holds up the original notes, and his decrypted copies. He offers them out to pass around the huddle.]

Say what you like about the guy, but at least he was thorough. For...er...better or worse.

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda flips through the notes, more than happy to take a distraction from the idea of the motive, before anyone brings it up and puts her in a bad mood again.

The notes about the poisoning make her pause.]

Alright. Let's... set somethin' straight here.

[She looks over to where Mielle and Mafuyu are standing.]

Girls. Do you two know anything about the poisonings? Give it to me straight. I won't be mad.

[Yeah. Mafuyu was a victim--- but there's something about Would Mafuyu poison herself that bothers her. A lot. And she wants to get them out of suspicion as quickly as possible, if they don't have anything to do with it.]

[fuckingguy]

[ looking over the poisoning parts: ]

Oh yes, we spoke about some of this. That was after the third trial, however... so it was mainly speculation.

[inaclearing]

[Brett, obviously, is gonna take these, read them through, and copy out any portions he deems necessary.]

.....do I have a "poisoning" disposition?

[why didn't he get "unlikely, dispoisition"? is it because he's squeamish and could probably never bring himself to try and hurt any directly, face-to-face?]

You know what, nevermind, don't answer that.

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest doesn't really say anything at the notes regarding him and the poisonings; he isn't sure there's something to say. It's just Seo Dawon's opinion, and he's fairly sure no one is thinking he would, so jumping into it seems a little pointless.

...That's interesting, though, he won't lie.]

[inaclearing]

Alright, so. We all heard the real Mayor yesterday, but for those of you that don't know the full story, Fontaine's been dead for years and he's probably still up in that apartment. So. You might want to steer clear of that.

[He's so tired fam]

[honeyedtea]

The apartment itself is almost completely for show as far as we were able to tell. There was some evidence that someone had made use of the bedroom relatively recently but nothing more than that.

[specialyellthing]

He was shot right through the head.

[sastruga]

Ah, right. When we were in there, I found an audio log... Well, I wasn't going to play it right then and there, when we still thought we needed to be sneaky.

So, we may as well just...

[and she'll

go ahead and hit play.]

[capreelcious]

Oh yeah- I found one of those log thingies a little bit ago about one of the Founders? It was stashed away in the arcade. About some guy named Mark Beaks.

[ Floyd doesn't say specifically when he found this, don't worry about it! He will go ahead and hit play on that! ]

[sastruga]

...He sounds like a tool.

[allatonce]

MARK ZUCKERBERG.

[Absolutely apropos of nothing.]

[onemillion]

I found information on another Founder in the pet store.

[Here, feel free to pass it around. It's not super important information, but it's worth sharing!]

It seems that there were once pets kept in there, but all of them have since been removed. There were Pokémon kept in there as well; another Leafeon was one of them. There was another one that was capable of changing her shape... though that was about all I found in regards to the pets. There was also some graffiti with the usual negative messages about Fontaine.

[FUCK FONTAINE specifically, but Rossiu will not say fuck.]

I also found another audio log.

[And here you go! As usual, he'll play that one for everyone.]

[dullshooter]

[About the graffiti:]

Glad that someone else had the right idea.

[visiblepattern]

There's a giant portrait of one of the founders in the tea room. He looks striking; not unattractive, just very intense and a little frightening. His name is...

[He frowns.]

Was? I don't know if any of these people are still alive- ...Either way, his name was Azami Nakiri; he was the Founder de Cuisine. Someone defaced his portrait with graffiti as well, one of which implied that he eats children?

[The tea room is...fun...]

The tables were all arranged incredibly strangely - everything was almost inhuman levels of perfect, all the angles were unnaturally sharply-arranged and uniform. Rossiu and I also found a blue key and, ah, this? [He shows off a...friend? Is this a friend?] They were in a metal box underneath the floorboards.

[inaclearing]

Like the one in the church. It sounds like at least one of the Founders was responsible for hiding all these key boxes - I wonder if it was all the same guy or not?

[howveryglib]

...I know not why they decided to put an aquarium under the ocean, for the most part, although I did note several things of interest in there. There was, of course, a a recording there from the couple who seems to have been a remotely decent pair, but I did notice several empty tanks. The ones that were empty were labeled as Feebas and Wishiwashi--would anyone happen to know what those are? If there are creatures by those names in my home realm, I am not familiar with them.

...

Also, how would we go about transporting Gary were we to claim him as spoils upon our victory...?

[visiblepattern]

...Who is Gary, and is he all right with being claimed...?

[WHY ARE WE CLAIMING PEOPLE]

[allatonce]

They sound like Pokémon.

[Said absently, while she's trying to keep Sans from grabbing Seo's notes.]

[fuckingguy]

... Oh, a rapidash is an animal! I thought it was an adjective.

[dullshooter]

Maybe I’m secretly matrix compatible, and there’s a Gary-sized hole in my chest just waiting to be revealed.

…That, or we use a bucket.

[fuckingguy]

... Anyway, I have discovered the names of two more founders! Alice May and, uh, Pairidot? Listen to the tape. [ And he'll play it while handing out the vending machine notes and photo for everyone to pass around! ] Also, has anyone noticed any missing tools? Because I think I found them in the storm cellar.

[ He's just taking out multiple screwdrivers and so on from his pockets... ]

Someone was taking apart many clown-faced vending machines to an unknown purpose... and also possibly making sculptures out of trash. Also, there was some kind of leafy flag on the wall...? It would probably be easier to just check it out yourselves if you have trouble picturing it.

[inaclearing]

Oh, Smiley Fact was a whole thing.

Floyd..... 2!

[capreelcious]

Ohhh yeah, I almost forgot!

[ He takes out the green key in one hand and also the gold teeth in the other. He does not look perturbed at all holding gold teeth. ]

I solved a cool secret puzzle and got a key! And also teeth!

[dullshooter]

[Oh, hey. Teeth!]

Are those solid gold?