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Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba

The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.

Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.

Of course, there was always the oatmeal.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]

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[Waver didn't really say much; he stayed quiet unless spoken to directly. Instead his time there was spent writing down whatever seemed important in a small notebook...in largely illegible handwriting.]

[Way to go, professor.]

[Diarmuid settles into the seat next to Waver, giving his notebook a look. Once he sees the handwriting, he quickly gives up on trying to read anything and just speaks instead.]

Have you heard anything of interest from the other research groups? It seems like some of them have been hit pretty hard by team member loses.

[He thinks specifically of Shion and the blue team who he knows has lost their leader and main scientist.]

I haven't spoken to them much. Most of my time is spent ramming my head against the metaphorical wall that is this research in the first place. I'd assumed that when one of us found something, they'd communicate it to the rest somehow.

Yes...if they share the information they should...

[A bitter look crosses Diarmuid's face and his voice becomes very soft.]

He broke your truce. I have bruised rubs to prove it.

For fuck's sake...I wish I was surprised. Are you alright?

He's planning something Waver, and I'm not just being paranoid.

[Notice how he completely didn't answer that question Waver.]

Sephiroth could have taken me out as easily as blinking and he didn't. He's trying not to draw attention to himself. He has to be up to something!

[Diarmuid's voice suddenly drops and he leans closer to Waver.]

I met someone from a world that had a Sephiroth on it. He destroyed their world just to prove he was a god. Dropped a meteor on them. Just imagine what he could do to us here if he isn't stopped! This is about more than just me wanting him to pay for what he did to Ryoji now. This about all of our safety.

Calm down.

[Waver's own voice was quiet even with that edge to it. He hadn't stopped listening to the others, judging by how he was still taking notes. It seemed as though his attention was evenly divided for the moment, with little actually distracting him from either task.]

[What a weird guy.]

So you want to plan a confrontation, then.

[Diarmuid looks down and away for a moment, mouth pressing into a thin line. He hates how easily even just talking of Sephiroth enrages him. It reminds him of just how far he has to go to get those dark emotions Kayneth's betrayal awakened in him under control.

And how much he sometimes doesn't want to.

Finally, after a moment, he gives Waver a very simple answer in a flat voice.]

Yes.

Then that's what we'll do. [He didn't question or argue the matter for so much as a second. If Sephiroth had broken their already shaky truce, then there was no reason to continue with this ceasefire.] I think getting your brother and a few others in on this and challenging him outright would be the wisest way to go about it. [Waver paused, glancing over his notes until something else occurred to him.]

...And since you know I'm coming with you, I think an attempt to get him on floor sixty-two would be for the best.

[Why Waver apparently wanted to fight near an entire ocean went unsaid; he assumed the point of it being just short of an armory for him was implied.]

But of course it would be better to plan out the details at another time. This isn't quite the environment for such a conversation.

[Trust Lancer to overhear just that last part. He walks over closer and speaks in hushed tones.]

...What sort of conversation. You guys planning your dating anniversary already? Or at we getting another wedding?

[As much as Diarmuid wants to start planning things for going after Sephiroth right away, he does realize Waver is right about this not being the place to talk about it--especially since Sephiroth could walk in at anytime. He is about to say as much when his brother walks up and what he says drives all those words from his mouth.

He looks between Cu Chulainn and Waver with wide, almost frightened, eyes before reaching out to put a hand on Waver's arm.]

Please don't kill him...

[For just a second, Waver looked like he was about to bite the other Lancer's head off. But he scowled and ground his teeth together, taking a deep breath.]

No, you brainless fucking imbecile. Don't say something so idiotic again or I'll make you regret it.

...Sorry.

[He mutters, hoping nobody has heard him.]

Then...uh...I guess this is something big? That's why it's secret?

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Yo, Waver.

[Lancer is just...going to read over his shoulder.]

...What does that even say?

Do I question your handwriting? I'll copy it over to be more legible later.

[He makes a face.]

Can I read it after you finish the copying?

If it's something you need to know and don't already, I'll tell you as much.

Thanks.

[He looks back at the crowd.]

A shame we got stuck in the rooms, huh? The people moving rubble sure found out a lot.

I can't say it was a complete waste for us, even so.

Yeah, all of us got to know each other better, at least.

That wasn't quite what I had in mind.

What, you mean the hallucinations about being in a hospital? Pretty sure that's from Ruana's memories.

And you don't think that's worth knowing?

We'll, yeah, I guess. I've seen more glimpses down in the lower floors. It...wasn't pleasant.

Pleasant or not, there might be something of importance there. If I were to wager a guess I'd say no small amount of answers to this place's mysteries are in Ruana's sick little head, and her alleged memories might be the best avenue we have to discover them.