Resistance Meeting 4: Live Free or Resist Hard

[clearasmud]

[ Early Saturday morning, long before the meeting could reasonably be expected to take place, there's a fresh note slipped under everyone's doors:

Please bring as many letters from the Conductor as you saved. Not only yours, but those of the deceased, if you have them/COULD find them. We NEED to compile what we know.

In the hopes of easing any understandable reluctance, every letter brought grants you the right to hear one of my secrets/embarrassing stories at your leisure.

Wow, that must have been a pain to write 10 times... let alone 26, just in case anyone else has been playing musical rooms. Or maybe Youko had insomnia last night. Who knows? What matters is that she'll be in the Conference Room from 9AM onwards, nursing a cup of that Anteiku Coffee and writing things sporadically into a notebook from time to time. She's... also still wearing Logan's spare goddamn clothes, because apparently that is going to be a thing.

But hey: at least there's two large plates piled with biscuits/cookies and the fancy candies from the kitchen! As well as 11 plates because we are not savages, oh my god. ]

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[openterrain]

[ Jean hasn't written the Conductor any letters because seriously, fuck that guy. He's actually starting to feel a little left out, now that he looks around.

In fact, he doesn't bring much at all. He does, however, have the first journal belonging to 'Rachel', a sheet of handwritten notes, and sketchbook filled with maps, landscapes, and Russian letters.

... He also, after a moment of hesitation, lays out Mordecai's collection of fanfiction, though if asked... ]

I'm not really sure what that all is.

[ You were a weird one, space dad. ]

[ninehundredlives]

...is this Russian?

[openterrain]

I guess so? It's not any language I've ever seen before.

[ninehundredlives]

It looks Russian. I don't know how to read it, but maybe it's from a world like mine.

[openterrain]

No one else has mentioned being able to speak it, either.

[ ... ]

I wonder if we could trick the Conductor into translating for us.

[ninehundredlives]

I wonder why it doesn't translate itself...we can all read everything we write, even though it isn't the same language.

Maybe we can ask him for a dictionary.

[blazeit]

Whoa, what the fuck happened to that city? Looks like the map's saying something wrecked it.

... And why's everything in, uh... that's something Eastern European, I think.

[ strategically putting off the fanfic ICly for now but it'll happen, it'll happen ]

[openterrain]

I'm not sure. I can't understand any of this so I have no idea what they're even supposed to be.

[ Also just gonna strategically ignore the fissures... ]

[blazeit]

I recognize the language, at least, but I definitely can't read it... I wonder if anybody else would be able to.

[ Fissures, what fissures. Those are just lines on a map. Maybe those lines don't want us assuming anything about their identity. ]

Actually, isn't it kind of weird we can't read it? I mean, you and I are talking just fine, but I kinda doubt we have the same native language.

[openterrain]

I... that is weird.

[ That's a good point. And reminds him of something. ]

Hey. Does the name 'Mikasa' sound familiar to you?

[housenurse]

[immediately focuses on the fanfiction.]

Oh! That's the story he said he'd write for me... [;n;]

[openterrain]

I didn't even realize he was a writer.

[ Damnit, space dad, don't hide things from him! ]

... Do you know if he usually made up stories about people he knew?

[oftheland]

...

[...he begins skimming the fanfiction.]

It's art. That's what it is.

[openterrain]

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

You think so?

[oftheland]

Yes, absolutely.

...the artistic value may not be entirely intentional, but it's still art.