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pluviosa2024-07-05 04:33 pm
frostwindknight) wrote in pluviosa2024-07-05 04:33 pm
Information Meeting [Open]
Who: Kaeya, Casper, and WHOEVER (open to all!)
What: kaeya and Casper have organized a meeting in the wake of everything that has been going on. Both of them have arranged a meeting to collect information and figure out exactly what everyone (who is willing to share) knows.
Where: R0, Cafeteria
When: Day 23
Warnings: N/A, other than talking about events
There are several posters posted on the walls of the ship’s upper floors. It appears to be a made from regular paper and tape to keep it up, despite the plants giving the paper not so much room in some locations to actually stick properly. In bold letters is:
[INFORMATION MEETING: Day 23, after lunch, in the cafeteria.
Be prepared to share, not just lurk in the corner.]
Aside from some of the doodles on the page, the information is quite clear.
----
“I had planned to talk to others more individually, but I think you may be onto something,” Kaeya admits as he glances over one of the copies of the poster in his hands. Kaeya had purposely gotten a few extra papers to write down his own findings of what is going on.
He adds, “You know, it’s more annoying people haven’t written a log sooner. That would’ve made this all much more easier.”
He’s already taken a seat and looks still a little tired, though not the same sleep deprived man of before. There is some refreshments (or rather some snack foods from the lunch carts), Kaeya had managed to take just in case anyone wanted them.
"So...." Kaeya adds and taps the pen to the paper. "Anyone want to start with anything they saw over the past few days? Or any information that should be common knowledge by now?"
What: kaeya and Casper have organized a meeting in the wake of everything that has been going on. Both of them have arranged a meeting to collect information and figure out exactly what everyone (who is willing to share) knows.
Where: R0, Cafeteria
When: Day 23
Warnings: N/A, other than talking about events
There are several posters posted on the walls of the ship’s upper floors. It appears to be a made from regular paper and tape to keep it up, despite the plants giving the paper not so much room in some locations to actually stick properly. In bold letters is:
[INFORMATION MEETING: Day 23, after lunch, in the cafeteria.
Be prepared to share, not just lurk in the corner.]
Aside from some of the doodles on the page, the information is quite clear.
----
“I had planned to talk to others more individually, but I think you may be onto something,” Kaeya admits as he glances over one of the copies of the poster in his hands. Kaeya had purposely gotten a few extra papers to write down his own findings of what is going on.
He adds, “You know, it’s more annoying people haven’t written a log sooner. That would’ve made this all much more easier.”
He’s already taken a seat and looks still a little tired, though not the same sleep deprived man of before. There is some refreshments (or rather some snack foods from the lunch carts), Kaeya had managed to take just in case anyone wanted them.
"So...." Kaeya adds and taps the pen to the paper. "Anyone want to start with anything they saw over the past few days? Or any information that should be common knowledge by now?"
no subject
He takes his hand away from the other's head. "I wouldst understand you more, Sunday. But we wilt speak later. For now, we must gather information about the location we art in." He gives the other's hand a gentle squeeze. He's... concerned - both about Sunday and about the situation. He's not sure what to do. He's not sure what to say.
This is a situation he has no power over and it's frustrating. "Do not be afraid to call upon me if thou art in need here." He pulls his hand away and starts heading back towards the wall. Call to action or not, he's not built for the public eye anymore.
no subject
If not for the horrors.
Fou-Lu slowly withdraws from him, telling him that they will speak later... Yes, there was a reason they were all here. There were in fact, other people around them. He can see those few he recognizes from Penacony across the room now, playing with a strange cat... creature.
"Of course. Later. In privacy." A vow, a promise. He would explain himself, he would allow the other to understand. He can tell Fou-Lu is frustrated with this, all of this. He can't blame him. Sunday too, is used to having power, to being able to change things, to moulding some aspect of a world within his grasp. He has none of that, now.
"I'll call for you. I promise." If he needed him. If he were afraid. He watches Fou-Lu move away entirely, turning his attention then to the paper in his own hands. Deciding it done, yet again, Sunday presses forward towards the table Malos had set his supplies, finally passing in his form.