[MEETING] We've no idea what the end picture will look like

[withani]

Characters: OPEN
Setting: 4th Floor lounge
Format: Anything and everything
Summary: A meeting to put together the pieces all of the characters got during 1369
Warnings: Mention and discussion some of the contents of the visions from 1369, which include disturbing and even gruesome content.

[The problem with having an impatient twelve year-old set up a meeting is that there isn't nearly as much in the way of amenities. Unless someone is able to make or bring any snacks, there's nothing of the sort available, nor any sort of decoration or notice hanging anywhere. All that can be found is the aforementioned twelve year-old standing near the stairs with her arms crossed.

She'll quite cheerfully tell anybody who wanders onto the floor (whether on purpose or accident) what's going on. Even those who missed her network post will be able to find out easily what's happening on this particular floor today.

And after that... well, then the discussion can begin.]

[[ooc; Feel free to start your own threads and subthreads and such. No real restrictions here]]

Comments

Mingle

[withani]

[withani]

[Whenever someone - whoever they may be - enters the floor, they will almost certainly find themselves accosted by a twelve year-old in a hoodie and beanie.

She eyes them carefully, her face and voice serious as she unfolds her arms.]

You're here for the meeting, right?

[midgarhorizon]

[He's folding his arms at her, one eyebrow raised.]

You know, you're a lot of trouble for a kid.

[Stoneyface.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica hadn't been one to ever miss a meeting, especially is it was about certain events pertaining to the paranormal.]

Yup. N-not like I'd m-miss a chance for answers.

[bashfulshifter]

[Oh hello Dani, nice to see you again! Rick can't talk to you right now because he's a cat. A very anxious, jumpy cat that runs into the lounge quite suddenly and passes a paranoid glance back where he came, and then immediately tries to disguise it as a nervous grooming of his shoulder.]

[It takes him a moment to register that Dani is greeting people, and yet another to decide that he's safe enough from the retrieval unit he was trying to lose in the stairwell to greet her back. He stares, awkwardly, and then in the next instant is not a cat anymore.]

A-Ah...y-y-yeah. S-Sorry, uh--I'm n-not too l-late, am I?

[glassceiling]

Yes, for the meeting.

[Assassin looks around the room.]

Has the discussion already begun?

[fragileprophet]

[Ion nods politely at the girl in response to her question, giving her a sad, muted smile.]

Yes...I hope that's alright. I'd like to help in whatever way possible, so I thought I should come and share my own experiences with what I saw.

[Not that he has any desire to relive that. Just thinking about it now makes him uneasy. It was fortunate enough he noticed the announcement on the network, as he rarely ever checks it. Of course, being Rick's roommate, he probably would've heard about it through him, anyway. ]

[regenleif]

[The fourth floor was one Capell liked, and so it was where he headed once he found himself back in the tower. He didn't want to think about what he had just seen, his world dead, his friends bodies... It made this whole place more... real.

He had his flute, and was just planning to spend a few hours playing, when he was approached by the child.] Meeting?

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena rears back slightly from the approach, then nods.]

Yeah. Yeah I am.

[She answers just as seriously, used to someone about the same age being just as serious.]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Sir Lancelot arrives, driven by sheer curiosity-- but not really being a "joiner", he wonders how long curiosity will keep him here.
His expression neutral, he looks down on the Girl from a height. She is dressed in a hooded garment similar to the one his Master prefers to wear.]

Indeed-- for the time being. I wish to see what may be learned here.
If I may pass.

[derping]

[Well, someone looks confused.]

There's a meeting?

[savedbyasong]

Being in his dead world was never nice. Wandering an endless dead and empty world, sometimes entering the ruins of No. 6, just as dead. Avoiding the bodies. The first thing he did when he woke back in his bed in the tower was grab the papers he had been writing his feeling notes on.

He stared at them, the pen shook in his hand. But he didn't even know where to start. So he headed out, planning to find Xion, or Reno or Elena. Instead he overheard something about a meeting, so headed there instead. If it was a meeting for information his family would be there, and it wouldn't hurt to know what had gone on while he had been away.

He swallowed the dread that it had been awful and his family had been hurt when he hadn't been there to help them. He stood on the edges of the room, scanning it worriedly, looking for people he knew, anyone at all. Listening out for what had happened.

[midgarhorizon]

He was in luck, as Reno was indeed there and sitting on one of the chairs, listening to others talk. Turning his head this way and that, he filtered many conversations with practiced ease, paying attention to interesting ones and dismissing others out of hand.

He didn't seem to be aware of Shion just yet.

[evokingfool]

When Shion disappeared, Minato did what he can in his absence for the blue team. But there's still so much he can do. Along with the recent situation at the carnival, a lot was on his mind.

Minato was at the meeting, looking around to see who was attending. By chance, his gaze came across a familiar sight.

"...Shion?"

[culbutiri]

Nesir had been angry before she had been expelled into her dead world for two weeks, forced to walk the grounds of the temple and the city nearby. Most of the people she didn't care about at all, but others... Lotte, Ral... She had their hearts in her trunk and had seen their bodies before. But it didn't make her less furious.

She had heard of a meeting once she woke and so made her way. It was as good as a place to begin as any, find out what she had missed, what new theories there were. Even if it meant having to listen to light addled babble about working together and fighting for good. They had proven themselves once again to be hypocrites and idiots, and she was quick running out of patience. She stood at the edge of the room, watching, her stare cold and calculating. Listening but not participating.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[She has company in the Shadows, for Lancelot has little desire to Mingle with those assembled, of whom he knows but few by name. He is lingering at the rear of the common room (not that he need use the door to leave, but there is comfort in its proximity) when he spies Nesir. They have not spoken for some time.
Taking his Spirit form for an instant, he reappears beside her without announcement.]

Nesir Aeser-- well met.
Though I do say you seem less pleased to be among those gathered even than I.

Re: Mingle

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer looks around the room. Unlike the last meeting among all the residents, there are no entertainments. It seems that this meeting will be serious.]

[He uses the minutes before the discussion to try and find people he knows, so he can stand alongside them as they listen to descriptions of the visions they've seen at the carnival.]

[notagiraffe]

[Taiki didn't know why everyone was here, but usually big meetings like this meant something had happened. He stood on the edges wrapped in his cloak. His eyes were red from crying, which was all he had done since coming back from his world. No matter how many times it happened it never got easier to see them all dead.] Sorry... sir... [He blinks at the blue haired man] Do... do you know what the meeting is about?

[bashfulshifter]

[As promised the blonde man has arrived, and as expected he is hugging the back wall and can't bring himself to approach anyone directly. He's strangely paranoid, frequently passing nervous glances at the door whenever anyone new arrives, hugging his chest with obvious anxiety.]

[If only the visions were the worst of his worries...the retrieval unit he spent so much time losing on his way here has been a real strain on his nerves! Heaven forbid he finds him again...]

[unlikelyfarmhand]

[Rick had told him that they were meeting to talk about those things they had seen at the decrepit carnival. Hachiken hasn't gone into detail, but he did see something very strange, so here he is.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Oh! H-hey there.

[Veronica waved to Hachiken and made her way over.]

Y-you saw s-something t-to?

[heartismyown]

[Well, you know who's going to make quite the entrance? Roxas. His grey pants are mostly stained crimson, with few patches of grey left, and his vest is just as miserably bloodstained, thanks to his vision. It's still pretty gross, but he needs the layers because it's getting colder, and his t-shirt and shorts he sleeps in are not going to cut it, not that his arms are covered or anything.]

I saw something and it was really weird.

Discussion

[withani]

[sageprincess]

[To likely no one's surprise, Zelda sits with a pen and open notebook in her lap, ready to transcribe the discussion for future reference. But first she has a question.]

Did anyone see anything that might indicate the source of these visions? While psychoradiation poisoning is known to cause disturbing hallucinations, the kind of things we witnessed seem far too detailed for that to be the cause.

[It felt more like being forced into the past somehow, but she hasn't the faintest idea how that would be possible here.]

[bashfulshifter]

[It takes a significant lull in the conversation before Rick regains the nerve to hop back in. Given how nervous he was at the end of Zelda's line of discussion, it's reasonable to assume that his question is one of great significance, at least to him, in order to draw him out of his quiet corner in the back.]

[He is quiet, possibly too quiet for the others to hear. Hopefully at least one person is listening so they can amplify his voice for him.]

..H-Has a-a-anyone...h-had s-s-someone, uh...new...f-f-following them? [Rick bites his lip and quickly backtracks.] --I-I m-mean--the, a-ah--w-w-worker units. Th--There's one...t-tailing me, n-now.

[Not that he isn't aware of the usual suspects--the retrieval units that he remembered seeing around Enoch, who had been paranoid enough around his that Rick decided they were bad news. But he hadn't heard of anyone else getting a new follower as of late, even after the infiltration. Why the wait? What has he done wrong? Is he the only one this has happened to?]

[...Why must his words stick in his throat so he can't express any of these thoughts coherently?]