[mingle, backdated to Wednesday] What always ends in bloodshed begins as just a game

[madgiganticfeelings]

[So that certainly was a little afternoon adventure, wasn't it? Those hanging around the ballroom might have noticed two absolutely drenched teen girls just... appear out of the floor, shivering and shell shocked. Christine, once they get on solid ground, pretty much falls to her knees to just... stare into space for a minute.

What is this week, honestly?

But as crazy as this all is, Christine knows they have to talk about this with everyone, as soon as possible. So once she helps Nana find some dry clothes and has a little destressing session with The Dads (TM), she's pinning up a note in the hallway.]

Time for another meeting! Nana and I will meet you all in the ballroom around 7. A lot happened these last few days that we need to discuss. Refreshments will be provided, but bring something if you like!

[Christine will be in the ballroom in her Juliet dress (sadly, her cloak is still in the dryer), holding her binder and a weird old flip phone. Hopefully, this goes at least a little more smoothly than past gatherings!]

((Feel free to make prompts before or during the meeting, depending on if you're unlucky enough to see the gals ascending from the trapdoor. I'll be making a few comments myself to cover all the conversation topics. Have fun!))

Comments

[justmeheere]

[Hi, I've shown up for my weekly "derail a meeting because BMC is a wild canon and Jeremy cannot handle emotions even remotely normally."]

What the fuck is that doing here?! [He points at the beaker and spends a couple seconds looking wildly around the room before remembering uh. SQUIP's not here.] Dump that. Dump that immediately.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Jeremy?

[Christine jumps at his outburst, looking at the beaker nervously.]

So I was right? It is SQUIPs? Maybe we should take a look at them, I, um, don't want to kill something again.

[37773972]

-any Red left?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Jeremy drank it all, I thought.

[justmeheere]

That's. You don't. You don't understand.

[You know the kind of pause you make when you realize there it absolutely no way to present something you did and still come out looking like. Y'know. A decent person? Yeah. Jeremy's making that kind of pause.]

I uhhhhhhhhhhh. The SQUIP convinced me that, uh. Everyone. Everyone would be better off? If we were all. Uh. On the same page? So, uh. That's not just. SQUIPs? That's SQUIPs um. Hooked into. Into mine.

[Sometimes, when you're a dumb idiot who just does what people tell you, you make bad decisions.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

...they can do that?

[Christine holds the little vial away from herself with a horrified look. God, it's like Jeremy's SQUIP made a bunch of little jerk SQUIP babies.

At least she doesn't look that angry at Jeremy? Just concerned.]

So it... wanted you to use these to brainwash people?

[justmeheere]

Not, uh. Not exactly brainwash? It just -

[Let’s teach the pitiful children, who just haven’t a clue -]

- "help" isn't the right word, but it. I think? They're all. There's some kind of intranet? So the SQUIPs can all. They can communicate, I guess? But mine, uh. Took it. Took it further.

[37773972]

[mutters something about giving brain computers to children]

[madgiganticfeelings]

...far enough to control everyone from yours. Okay.

[You know what, sure. That's fine and not terrifying.]

As long as it's off, I guess we don't have to worry about that?

[justmeheere]

Yeah, but that. The beaker has, uh. Enough SQUIPs for. For our entire school.

[madgiganticfeelings]

...What.

[Jeremy, can you stop just, dropping huge amounts of information like this?]

If it's got that many, how, how do we get rid of it?