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[Open] There's a Point Where It Tips, There's a Point Where It Breaks

Who: Everyone in Cerealia who figured out the code words for this meeting
When: Evening of IC 5/31, after Hawke's network post
Where: Sanctuary
What: "A pizza party" aka a meeting about the new masked figure that appeared.
Warnings: N/A, maybe some talks about what Alien-kun had to say, etc.

[It's evening by the time Hiro gets to the Sanctuary. Anyone who had seen him this morning will have spotted him with Baymax, both of them sans their normal armor and Baymax carrying what looks like a giant box. They had preparations to make, after all. He makes his way in and out of the building a few times but by the time the first of their guests arrive, everything's set up.

Upon entering the Sanctuary, Baymax moves to stand guard and collect your CereVice in a box at the door. Please don't cheat, he doesn't like when people aren't playing fair. In exchange for the CereVice, you will receive a form and a pencil before Baymax cheerfully waves you away.

Hiro's sitting on a table at the head of the lounge watching people come in. Hawke had promised these people pizza and cake (Hawke why) and he's delivering on that promise. The stack is about as tall as he is, more than enough to feed everyone who's shown up. He waits until a majority of the people show up before he clears his throat to gather attention.]

...uh, hey! [Well. That's a great, confident start.] I know this was sort of last minute and everything, but I really appreciate all of you coming by and actually listening to Hawke. [Sorry Hawke. But there's a grin which says he's more than appreciative.] I know you're probably here for free food, but there's a couple of things you should know. [Sliding off of the table, he moves to stand in front of what looks like a small mechanical box.]

When we all got back a few days ago, I started thinking about the fact that CERES can watch us from...pretty much anywhere. So I took some plans for something else I've been working on, improvised a little bit and created this thing. It'll deflect the signal from our implants and block them out completely as long as we're in this room. I've tested it out a couple of time already, the whole thing gets thrown off. It's...why I wanted to meet here! Because that sort of leads right to my next point.

[There's a small sigh as he paces the room, Baymax waddling after him. He moves back to the table he'd been sitting on to pull up the mask he'd been given a while ago.]

All of you probably received one of these either from that fortune teller, Aria, or it just showed up. And while we were out there? Some of you probably found the terminal like I did and spoke with a masked figure. [A beat.] I'm starting to realize that it told all of us something different, but the most important part is that it's with the Flamine Federation. You know. The guys who supposedly destroyed our planets. Baymax gave all of you a form--um. [And here he pauses, unsure if it's really appropriate to be ordering people to share information but then again that's what they all need. He's always believed everybody needs to be aware of what's happening.] Basically I guess just...answer what you can and tack it up on the board--[A gesture to a large bulletin board he pulled from who knows where.]--and talk amongst yourselves about what happened out there? Alien...the monsters, that weird altar? A bunch of you saw that, right? What was that about?

[Dear god somebody help him.] ...look, I tried. There's free food. This is about all I could throw together so fast before something else happens here. So...yeah. Let's just start figuring out what's really happening here, okay?

[Vague hand gestures? Vague hand gestures. He shuts up after that and sort of shrinks back into his hoodie, jumping back up on the table to hand out food and keep an eye on the room. All right, colonists. You know what to do.]

[ooc: Welcome to the info-sharing mingle! The idea behind this is for characters to ICly fill out this form (coded by the wonderful Fidgey/Katsura-mun) and have it displayed for everyone to view that information. You can post your sheet in your comment or link it to a post elsewhere in your journal, or even post it in the post I made that the form's posted into. HOWEVER this is open to everyone even if your character didn't speak to the alien and just wants to check stuff out! As a note: characters will start to feel sick after about two hours in the Sanctuary due to the frequency deflector. Sorry about that! Any questions hit me up via PM or plurk at

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[ chat's not present as adrien as adrien couldn't feasibly deal with anything that happens here and in the future, so don't mind the cat-boy over here as he puts up his form on the board (signed with a helpful paw print at the top so it's obvious which is his, thanks chat), and then looks over the ones put up, idly munching a slice of pizza in his hand.

if his leather belt-tail accidentally brushes against you as he's a little bit too distracted on the words on the board, or if it looks like he's taking up a little too much space, he's going to offer the following as he scoots over: ]

Uh... whoops, sorry! Didn't mean to do that. Did you want to look at this? [ with a gesture of the head to the form he's currently in front of, reading intently. then: ] Where's yours, anyway?

[ otherwise, he's a little too deep in thought.

his pepperoni is going to drop on the floor. :( ]

[Chibi hears the first part of what Chat says, but then he's distracted by the cheese-pepperoni complex currently falling off Chat's pizza. --And naturally, just as it slides off, he pops up a portal to plop it back on top of the slice.]

[With a self-satisfied look:] I've saved it. [And then he actually looks at the guy--]

[And raises both eyebrows. He has been looking for the one in the cat suit - the one with the damned... The one who got the Flamines to say CERES made them do it. Alright, now he has to ask.]

You are, ah, Chat Noir, I assume? [FRENCH CARTOONS, REPRESENT...] Let me first say I'm impressed how much information you got out of them.

[ ..... oh. he blinks at the portal and his saved pepperoni and cheese, lingering on that for only a moment as chibi's talking brings him back to The Moment™. ]

And I'm impurressed by that save. Thanks for that. [ ha... ha. he'll offer a small grin in greeting, holding his pizza with both hands to ensure his food doesn't end up a miserable puddle on the floor with no nifty portals to save it.

so yes, he's chat noir. ] But, it wasn't much. I asked Friendly the questions, they answered them.

[ he's. surprised how... easily they dumped that information on his lap actually. ]

[Friendly - that is what they called themselves, he supposes. Friendly Face, Flamine Federation... The same consonant at the beginnings of the words.] 'Friendly' is one way to put a warrior-race, I suppose. They certainly weren't as forthcoming with me.

[Chibi does not mention that, by intentionally getting under the mask's skin (or mask, as it were), he didn't help matters.]

[But back to business; he finishes the slice of pizza he's holding, covering his mouth politely with a hand, before continuing.] You said they are contractually obligated by CERES to destroy worlds? Did they say whether it was our worlds, or others', or anything else of that sort?

[ chibi don't antagonize crazy alien guys.... though chat would sympathize, since he also wanted to start a fair bit of beef after hearing what they'd potentially done.

which gets him a little more thoughtful. ]

"Many people, many things, many planets". That's all they told me. [ he tilts his head somewhat. ] And I wouldn't say are, more like were. They might not be doing it anymore, unless CERES decides to give them the pay they were promised.

[ ... ]

Sounds like this ended up being a lot more than they painted it as, huh?

[With a laugh:] You don't have to tell me twice. What a mess.

[A race whose only objective is to destroy: perhaps the Flamines were the Mechasms that destroyed Chibi's world, after all. Still, even thinking about that, he remains a cool, almost detached smile. His world is dead, gone; perhaps it will be reborn from the ashes, but for now it is of no concern.]

[These other people's worlds, though... Are of a bit more concern.]

Curious, still, that CERES was paying them to destroy worlds. [What would the Flamines even do with the money, buy more masks??] As I see it, this leaves us with two options: either CERES is destroying our worlds as a front to bring us here, presumably for whatever energy-selling purpose, or CERES is commissioning them to destroy worlds in this dimension.

But it seems CERES has reneged on many deals, with the spirits and the Flamines alike.

[ more money more masks more problems, #flamineslife.

it's chat's turn to look a little curious at chibi's words, the cat ears on top of his head perking up as some of the things he says don't quite... register as familiar with him. ]

Wait... I'm kind of new here, so I think there's a lot of details I'm missing on stuff that happened before... [ ... ] What's the deal with the spirits and the energy-selling? I hadn't heard of that.

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Ah, so you are? [Chibi taps his fingertips together restlessly.] As I remember, a few off-worlders like us offered a document full of information to the last batch of arrivals. I suppose it did not get to everyone, though, if it was even that time and not another. My memory is not what it used to be.

[He pauses for a moment - how to explain all of this, and how to explain without boring the young man? He knows he has a tendency to ramble when unchecked, so he'll let Chat ask the questions, and he will answer.]

The short of it is that there are four elemental spirits who ostensibly rule this world, plus some sort of 'bridge'; they made their appearance when CERES stopped delivering on some sort of deal. We are each assigned to one of their elements, and that is what that section on the form refers to. As for the energy-selling, word going around is that CERES' primary business is selling energy to other planets. What sort of energy? It is not certain.

I'll have to scroll back and look for it, in that case. I was a little... overwhelmed? So I might've missed it.

[ which is such a wonderfully lame thing to admit, but that really was the gist of it. he's used to the fantastical and extraordinary, but even this was... pushing the boundaries, a little bit.

he's listening, however, attentively and patiently to the explanation. ]

Anyway, looks like CERES has a track record for making deals and then breaking them, huh... Not a very good business practice. [ figures they have to deal with such a SKETCHY COMPANY. not that that fact wasn't clear from the beginning. ] What'd those spirits do when they showed up?

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[Naoki glances over because that sure is a belt... tail that brushes him. He looks at Chat closely, squints, looks away and then looks back because wow, what an outfit that is. But hey, no weirder looking than he himself is. Refocusing, he stares at the board and the papers.]

Mine? Here. [He pats his pocket.] I didn't talk to that Flamine person, so I guess I'm here just to check out everyone else's info.

[He shrugs with a half-smile.]

[ how dare you, naoki. just kidding.

it's pretty obvious what's on his mind in terms of what chat looks like, and he's more than used to people questioning it. he's... trying to be a little inconspicuous about his own observation of naoki's appearance; he spares just a tilt of the head and a blink before he's talking on.

his tail also sways to the side opposite to where naoki's standing, so there's no more of that awkward brushing. ]

Wondering about the suit? [ a light joke, with a grin and a raised brow (which is really just one half of his mask raising in place of his non-visible eyebrows), before he's back to looking up at the papers along with his New Companion. ] There's a lot to go through, huh... It kinda makes my head spin, how much came up so suddenly.

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Wondering if that's leather or spandex, mostly.

[With a good-humoured smile in turn. Okay, he's vaguely curious about why someone showed up here with a mask on but hey if you wanna cover up your face, that's your business.]

But, yeah. Seems to be a trend, a buncha stuff all happening or coming up at once.

I guess that's better than getting a whole lot of nothing. [ it answers questions, but also raises a lot of them. he's pointing out his pinned up form. ] Since you're looking up the info around, though... There's my form.

[ and, once he's done that, leaning in a little with the hand he'd been using to point to the form now used to go up to his face, as if whispering a secret: ]

By the way, the suit's pleather.

[ said very obviously like a joke!! he actually has very little idea what the suit is made out of—it's... magic. magical stuff.

magic leather? ]

[Naoki fake-gasps. PLEATHER!

Yeah no don't worry. He gets the jokes. (So many don't have enough of a sense of humour, nope.)

But oh right serious things and not about Mr Chat Noir, who's (code)name he's raising an eyebrow at. Okay. No big. On to the actual information. Which steepens his expression almost immediately.]

So... correct me if I'm wrong, but CERES has a contract where they get these guys to destroy planets?

[ thanks for going along with his lame jokes, naoki. u da bes.

but even cat boys know when to get serious, so he's crossing his arms and nodding with naoki's statement, shifting his weight onto one foot. ]

That's what it said. Apparently they don't know why, either—they just get told to do it, and they do it.

[ which, you know.

you'd think you'd ask questions if someone wants you to blow up a planet. actually, you just shouldn't kaboom planets in the first place but what does chat know, he's fifteen. ]

[He brings his hand up to his face, pinching between his eyebrows. Ffffucking hell. That's what he wants to say. But he's polite, so he just thinks it.]

That's it? Ugh.

[He groans.] This sounds just like CERES doing the destroying of our worlds [if indeed they have blown them up] and then taking us from 'em to benefit somehow.

That's probably something we won't be able to figure out for a while yet. If Friendly was telling the truth, which...

[ he doesn't know, but there's almost a part of him that feels like it was. there's just been so little mention of the flamine here for someone they were apparently fighting, so...

adrien honestly also feels like going "fuuuuucking hell", only more pg because he's not one for that much profanity.

it's more like "ooooohhhh mon dieu" and all that. ]

... Well. There's one party in this contract that gives clearer answers than the others, that's all I'm gonna say.

[ Mitsuru is most definitely staring, although only partly because of the ears. The tail definitely gets a look, too. And while Mitsuru is normally a beacon of propriety, she imagines that dressing like that is partly to garner some...attention? ]

...Is...this meant to be a disguise?

[ please don't judge him, fellow rich person senpai. this is just his... his thing. his superpower. chat's trying to look casual about the whole thing, but it really is something. amidst talking robots and cyborgs and sword spirits, he's the one that gets the ??? ]

Superhero. So, er... yeah, I guess it is!

[ that's his explanation.

his slightly sheepish explanation. ]

[ She's not judging precisely. Just yet. When he says the phrase "superhero", she is momentarily reminded of Hiro, who also considered himself some kind of hero, vigilante. Is this what he was referring to? ]

I...I see.

[ Give her a moment. Her gaze is fairly scrutinizing...what purpose could the tail serve? ]

So...this is your battle attire?

[ theme. it's a theme. and also for superhero partners to pull when he's being particularly "I'M DOING IT" when he shouldn't do it.

with mitsuru's observation, he's nodding. speaking of that tail, it's swaying once. ]

Basically! It's pretty much indestructible, which is handy when you're in those dangerous situations, don't you think?

[ useful. ]

[ How curious. The tail has movement? Is it his own appendage? She wouldn't normally consider such a ridiculous idea, but she's met all sorts of people in Cerealia over the past couple of months.

Still, after a contemplative moment, she seems satisfied.]

...Very well. While the aesthetics are questionable, I can see how it should lend for ease of movement in battle. Though the purpose of the bell eludes me. It seems that it would alert foes to your presence.

[ And the ears. Speakers, perhaps? ]

What sort of material did you use, if it's truly indestructible?

The bell doesn't actually ring unless you purposely hit it. It's more of a... fun accessory? It helps complete the outfit.

[ that moment when you have to try to explain your magical fashion disasters to Sensible Senpai. he's never questioned the practicality of the outfit very much... it was cool, it was magic, and that's all it was.

explaining that without mentioning the magic is a little difficult. ]

Details on the material's kind of off-limits, though. [ mostly because he has no. idea. it looks like an odd mix of leather and spandex, yet it's... not. ] But it's nothing you can find here. Or... anywhere, probably.

A fun accessory...

[ She says that as if the idea itself has never occurred to her. It probably hasn't, to be honest. Left at her own devices in shopping, her fashion sense could use some work. ]

Patent protected? Very well. I would hate for my curiosity to come down to litigation. It would just be very valuable on some personal ventures.

[ she definitely shouldn't take fashion advice from a guy in spandex magic leather, even if this one is usually a model.

adrien blinks, surprised that that's where his "off-limits" talks went, but he... nods, eyes shut, somewhat uncertainly with a sheepish smile. you know what, he'll take that. he'll totally take that. ]

Er... yeah, that. Sorry about that. You know the law, risky business. Trust me when I say I'd love to help out.

[ because he has z e r o clue and can't tell anyone about the little-god-gives-him-his-powers thing.

he chuckles, then cracks open an eye to give her a glance. ]

I've got some questions about what personal ventures you're going on that'd need indestructible material... except it's not fair to ask about them when I'm keeping things hush-hush, huh?

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