trust you've got a game plan

[isawallflower]

[ At noon on Wednesday, Riley's standing ready in the dining hall, with a clipboard and a big smile to anyone who shows up. She's set blank stacks of paper on the table, but we'll get to that. As promised, there's some basic snacks as well as some tasty banana bread. Snacks for everyone! ]

Welcome everyoooone~! Thank you so much for showing up. This is a new and confusing experience for all of us, but I'm sure if we strive to stick together and cooperate, it'll help us foster the most productive environment that we can. [ Bright, bright smile. ] So! I've gathered all of you so we can share any discoveries and compare basic information that might give us any idea of why we've been brought here. Good? Okaaaay!

[ That smile never leaves her face. She sets something down from her clipboard and starts passing out that blank paper. ]

Sooo, following my example, if you could fill this out, that...can be a good starting discussion!

[ Her example is essentially a survey. Wonderful penmanship, again. ]

Comments

[justmeheere]

Uh, it's. Um. Err.

[Jeremy is having an internal struggle right now. Please hold. Then, all in a single breath:]

There's supercomputers from Japan and I thought they were a hoax but Christine's trivia says she has one but it's deactivated and you activate them by drinking Mountain Dew but I'm worried we might all have them and the Phantom's gonna use them to control us.

[Didja get all that?]

[mcfife]

[.............................]

Are you saying

[He leans on the table, hands folded, with a serious look.]

That this supercomputer is a threat to us all?

[Wizards from Japan made a sinister computer that is activated by a cheap drink? How evil!]

[justmeheere]

It's a gray, oblong pill
Quantum nano-technology CPU
The quantum computer in the pill will travel
Through your blood until
It implants in your brain and it tells you what to do

[As he sings this, Jeremy appears to almost subconsciously be doing some weird hand motions. That's probably fine.]

[mcfife]

[This is extremely concerning!]

Mind control computers! If we had all had one implanted, then it would be only a matter of time until they were activated!

[He clasps a hand on Jeremy's shoulder.] Is there any other way to protect ourselves from this? Can we remove it?

[justmeheere]

I don't, uh. I don't really know a lot about them? I just know they exist and you activate them with Mountain Dew. They're, like. Super top secret dark web stuff.

[Hey, Jeremy? Why do you even know about them if they're so secret?]

[redjoker]

[Jonny's been quiet for most of the meeting, leaning precariously back in a dining room chair with his feet propped up on the table like a true asshole rebel and watching people bounce around theories and songs.

And then Jeremy starts shaking like a leaf and spouting things about super computers and mind control and he lets out a roaring laugh.]

Only one way to know for sure, ladies and lads. [He throws his legs off the table and rises to his feet, rounding to approach Jeremy and Angus. He picks up the bottle of soda, lightly tossing it between his hands.] And if I go all robo Jonny one of you cuts my throat, I bounce back ten minutes later and all's just dandy.

[justmeheere]

That is super not a good idea!

[Bad! Don't! Did you not just see him freak out about this!!!]

[redjoker]

[He saw!

He just doesn't care particularily.

Jonny twists off the cap, raises it in a cheers to the room and proceeds to chug half the radioactive yellow-green soda in just a few short gulps.]

1/2

[stagemanagers]

[Jonny D'Ville has done the Dew.]

2/2

[stagemanagers]

[Mountain Dew is pretty gross, honestly!




But for real, nothing happens. You are not full of Squip. Except, uh, the people who are? rip in pieces]

[justmeheere]

[You ever just so stressed that when you're finally not stressed you fall out of your chair like a rag doll?

Yeah. Jeremy's making friends with the floor.]

oh my god oh my god oh my god

[isawallflower]

[ her meeting is a disaster

Riley takes this moment to sweep over and try to help Jeremy up. ]

Ooookay!!! I think that is enough talk about SQUIPs and Mountain Dew for today, don't you?!?!

[ Her voice is an octave higher than usual. ]

[justmeheere]

[You're a real pal, Riley.]

At least, uh. We probably don't all have supercomputers in our brains? [Haha. Ha.] Yay.

[redjoker]

...Well that's disappointing in more ways than one.

[He pulls a face, setting down the half empty bottle and screwing the cap back on.] Is it supposed to taste like vaguely irradiated lemonade that's been run through a battery?

[revelfree]

[Ariel is stepping back and watching this chaos from afar...... It's science, right?]

[isawallflower]

[ THIS MEETING'S GOING GREAT GUYS HAHAHAHAHA ]

[37773972]

There's what.

[justmeheere]

They're from Japan.

[He says that like it's supposed to be an answer, which. It sort of is? Kinda. Not really.]

[37773972]

[If he hadn't already landed on the concept of them being from parallel universes, this would be even more alarming than it is. As it stands, though, uh???]

...is Japan trying to take over the world where you're from or something?

[justmeheere]

Probably not? Maybe. Unclear, honestly. I thought it was a scam when the guy who's always bullying me told me I could give him $600 and he'd get me a supercomputer that'd make me cool.

[37773972]

[There are so many levels of Wrong with this Stephen doesn't know where to start]

There is a black market for supercomputers that go in peoples' heads, for making people cool!?

[justmeheere]

[In the same way a person might sing a commercial jingle:]

If you pay the listed price
then you go from sad to interesting
to hip - yeah, your whole life will flip!
When you buy a SQUIP!

Just gonna pop in real quick

[etincelledefierte]

...I promise, not everyone from Japan has a crazy computer in their head.

[justmeheere]

Oh! Uh. I didn't mean - that's just where Squips are made. Is all. Most people don't have them? I think, anyway.

[etincelledefierte]

I would certainly hope not. That sounds like a recipe for disaster.