RESISTANCE MEETING

[decrees]

[The clock chimes at 10PM as it always does, and if you're one of the people who decided to go to the meeting, you'll find the conference room is properly set up to accommodate all 27 remaining students. If you were expecting refreshments or anything then tough luck. Logan can't cook and the kitchen's closed now.

Logan has taken the chair at one end of the table because of course he has, but he'll wait until most people are gathered before speaking up.]

I'm sure you're all aware of why this meeting is absolutely necessary after that... announcement. What we need to do is share any information we have about this place and our captor. The Conductor will answer letters, but I have not gotten anything particularly useful from him.


(OOC: Consider this log to be like the trial; feel free to threadjack and comment on anything that comes up. Throw out theories and information and talk to each other about all of this stuff!)

Comments

[forcegalactic]

Same thing with me. Most of it's novelty items or food, but I got a fake photo of myself.

[He pulls it out of his vest, one of the youth league soccer team posing for a team photo on the plains of Mars with Mordecai in a coach's shirt.]

Think the Conductor's tryin' to pull pranks with that machine, to cause some extra, non-fatal trouble?

[heymcfly]

I, I guess? [ He shakes his head. ] I just don't know how he knows about this shit. [ Marty lowers his voice so the others around him can hear; is the Conductor listening now? ] He's my best friend...! Was. My best friend.

[ A finger points to Doc in the picture. ] He can't know about Doc.

[forcegalactic]

He sent spies to find out our likes and dislikes. Who's to say he didn't find out about the folks we're close to in the meantime.

[heymcfly]

He did? Jesus.

How'd he manage to do that? I mean, you live in the year 3000, or whatever the hell it was! There's no way he could get those many people to the same place at once!

...Right? [ He looks to Mordecai. ]

[forcegalactic]

I don't know. I'm no scientist, I ain't in the military, I have no idea if there was a secret project on time travel. Maybe he's from my future and went back in the past to get us all. That'd explain how they could get past my houses' security, too.

[heymcfly]

Your security? [ Oh god. ] What did you have set up?

[forcegalactic]

What anyone else got in town got. Robot detectors, sealed doors, makes it hard to get in without hackin', and we have one of the best computer systems we can afford! See, my wife works in tech, and she knows all the ins and outs of computers; she knows what we're buyin'. But if he's from the future, he can override it, easy.

[heymcfly]

Holy shit. That's heavy duty security.

How would you be able to override any of that? Holy shit. Either that or he's some kind of a genius.

[forcegalactic]

They got a computer genius on their team, or they got someone from Pinkertron to tell 'em the flaws in the system. I don't know. I don't know why they'd take me, I don't know why I'm even here..

[He slumps in his chair.] I don't know what they're gonna do with everyone back home...

[heymcfly]

[ Marty pauses, bumping Mordecai lightly with his arm. ] What the hell are they gonna do with all the people we know? There's nothing he can do if we know the right people! There's police, and FBI, and...

We should write letters to 'em just to make sure they're okay. I'm gonna do that for my folks.

[forcegalactic]

[He doesn't move from his spot, preferring to hold onto his arms and stare at the table. He never asked for this. He didn't ask to lose his saloon, to be kidnapped, to solve a murder. This wasn't the soul-searching adventure he was thinking of.]

We're in a different dimension, we're probably underground or on a spaceship. How long are we gonna wait to be rescued? [The Marshal won't be able to do anything on his own, and would the USSA be contacted to search for a barkeep? No, there's not much of a chance.]

...I'll see if we can. Don't think the Conductor will send 'em, but if it makes me feel better. [Then he'll put all his effort into his writing. Forget about his impending mortality.]

[heymcfly]

I-I... [ Weeeeell, he had a really good point. They could write all they want, but nobody had an idea of where exactly they were, did they? It kind of didn't help that there were no freakin' windows anywhere. Marty wants to say something, he really does, but he can't. What else were you supposed to say about stuff like this?

Instead he slumps back in his seat, and shakes his head. ] I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.

[forcegalactic]

[There are suggestions brought up. Go everywhere with a buddy. Learn how to defend yourself. All good, but that doesn't help with finding an escape route, and now there's the motive to worry about.

It almost feels like a bad dream.]

...It's fine, you were tryin' to help. Maybe the Conductor'll feel pity and send 'em off as long as we don't make note of where we are. It'll give us somethin' to do.

[heymcfly]

Hope so. Maybe we can give that a shot.

If you get anything back tell me if it works. If they can even send anything back, since they don't know where we are.

[ not helping marty ]