estoria | [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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That guy's a real wildcard.

[Mosley, he means. He doesn't realize they're pretty much on the same "not an enemy, not an ally" page, but that's exactly what Kashuu has him pinned as.]

But that stuff's good to know. All of it - thanks. [His expression creases a little, then.]

These Flamine guys really do sound like bad news, though. [At least CERES wasn't lying about that...]

He's really something. It's hard to know what to make of him.

[ Yu nods in acknowledgement of the thanks. He's doing the best he can. His conversations with Mosley have been illuminating, if humbling. He wants to share as much as he knows. ]

... yeah. They seem to be as much of a threat as we've been told from the start, though the story behind why is definitely different from the truth.

S'pretty hard to know what to make of any of these guys, but he seems to take the cake.

[And as far as the Flamines go, he nods in response to that, looking a little sour. He's not surprised about being lied to at all, but he somehow feels more discomforted as more lies are revealed.]

It sounds like they might only be a threat 'cause of CERES. ...Or a threat to us, anyway. They sound kinda like contract killers, don't they?

That's exactly what they sound like. And it sounds like CERES knew that about them, too. [ Yu props a hand on his hip, sighing through his nose. ] We might be the ones to pay for whatever mistakes CERES has made, from the sound of things.

So we can't rely on CERES, and the Flamines are probably like, super insane anyway- [If Hawke's paper is anything to go by?!] -and the natives aren't exactly the most helpful, either. Doesn't really leave us in a good spot, does it?

[When will someone or something who's actually helpful appear...]

[ Yu shakes his head. ]

The people we rely on have to be each other. And that's alright, isn't it? [ His expression lightens slightly. It's somewhat wry, too, but he believes in what he's saying. ] There may not be anyone else we can trust, but we can trust each other. After all, that's what we're doing here, isn't it?

[He seems to be quietly considering that for a second, even though he doesn't actually disagree with any part of it.]

You're not wrong. It just seems like things would go a little faster or smoother if we had some outside allies, y'know? ...But armies have conquered bigger hurdles with worse odds, so. [A gentle, sloping shrug.]

I know. But it doesn't seem we have much choice. [ He pauses, considering. ] ... there's a possibility that Mosley's loyalties aren't completely to CERES, but it's too big a risk to test.

[Kashuu's expression immediately sours in turn.]

Definitely too big of a risk. Even if that guy's just looking out for himself or his own interests or whatever instead of focusing on CERES, that totally means he could change his mind on a dime and throw the rest of us under the bus as soon as it suits him. I wanna fix things here as soon as possible, but not if it's gonna put anyone at risk.

[He's mad at Mosley all the time, though...]

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