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friendly neighborhood anonymous here.

so this was going to be a post about a database i'm working on with some other people and hopefully more people but one of those people seems to be unreachable now so this is also an APB for Gregor.

onto other shit: we've been working on a document that keeps all the facts we know and all the theories we're currently trying to prove/disprove. it's encrypted for obvious reasons but click the link and I'll get you access no problem [ for all those who have come across his videos on how to use encryptions and how to make yourself purely anonymous, fear not! the stupid naming conventions continue: satanwasababyboomer.doc but its safe to assume that anyone who clicks gains both access to view and edit pretty quickly. ]

this tech is pretty old for me. i'm doing what i can to make it both secure AND accessible. if you're talented with early 2000s technology c'mon down. maybe you can make something work that i can't.

i have to admit i'm not the greatest at keeping on top of things like this. could really use the extra hands in general. there are some other people looking to do the same thing as this but hard copy. mingle with them if that's your bag. assuming they reply here (please reply here if/when you see this... if you want to).

also just for my own curiosities: calling all tech people. engineers, programmers, whatever. let's put our heads together. help one another out.

ps: if you want to annoy someone that's pissing you off I recorded fart sounds, you're welcome.

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I don't fucking know I haven't actually talked about it to anyone but savage and you just now... but. yeah, i'm—. what if that's it? what if we've been here before or what if—

[ Stop. stop. Stop it. Wrench. Stop the what ifs. Those vibrant X's went blank for a moment (he's closing his eyes under the mask, Junpei. It's fine.) Just fucking breathe, man. Okay. Okay. Nevermind. I can't, mm. If I start thinking of what ifs I'll just go off on some crazy paranoid ramble. More cheesies pls.

Aaaand we're back online. Okay. Here he is, hello.]

What do we know about his whereabouts last? Know anyone else who knew him?

Well—hold onto it, then. We'll talk about it later.

[Ah, so this is what it's like to hang with someone who goes from 0 to 60 faster than he does, good to know. Thankfully he has practice with being some kind of take-charge guy, although how successfully he does that is, um, variable. He can keep his hair on right now, though, while Wrench has a little moment.]

Anyway, I saw him the day the bank opened. We were going to talk shop about danger symbols to put up around town. Then, uh... we had a drink with that Midnight guy, and Sylvain? Do you know them? And Don, you know, the girl who wanted to- [get fucking whacked, which he conveys with a throat-slitting gesture, normally,] —There are a bunch of them from the same city- other city- around here. If they don't see your post, I could ask around.

[ Speed demon over here. Petal to the fucking metal all the way to panic town, lets fucking go. After Wrench's Moment (tm), though, he's back on Detective Duty. Or whatever. Are there any more cheesies? A couple crumbs. Give 'em. Hand all the way in. ALL THE WAY IN. ]

Don't know Midnight or Sylvain but Don's the chick who talks like a Shakespeare play, right? [ He doesn't remember her wanting to get whacked though when the fuck did that happen was that around the time he got too drunk to pay attention to whatever she was going on about that one time? Aaanyways..... ] Weird that there are some people who are all from the same place and some others that are loners, huh? Thanks, though. For reaching out if they don't. Might be worth reaching out to these other two, too.... that's a lot of different twos.

[ Anyway, guess he'll. You know what actually he's gonna go inside just to snoop around thoroughly— wait. Backtrack. ] Danger symbols?

[The cheesies aren't going anywhere, be gentle!! Don't make a mess in Greg's doorway!!]

Yeah, that's her. She'd want to help if something happened to him. Like I said, I'll ask if she doesn't notice, but she might just figure it out herself...

[The Vore Bus People (a name he will keep to himself, rather than have to talk about how there's a bus that eats people out there in the worlds) do seem to stick together, so it wouldn't surprise Junpei if Don or Sinclair noticed Gregor being missing completely independently of the network. He'll just keep a mental list of people who might've seen good buddy Greg...

Ah, but,] And uh, yeah, danger symbols. Canaries. So people know to keep out or at least be careful.

[ What if the cheesies like it rough, though? Who is he to deny them....... HE'S SORRY JUNPEI. FORGIVE HIM!!! Anyway, yeaaaah... place is so completely cleared out. Can't not think about the whole reset thing though but he's going to deviate from that rabbit hole RIGHT NOW. Hard turn. Such a hard turn that his body also turns and nearly walks into the other guy, sorry. ]

Are you talking like... actual canaries or is this code for something? [ No of course not actual canaries you lunatic. Listen, he's anxious and there's a lot going on in his head right now. I will reiterate here since its been awhile: this is, hands down, the worlds dumbest smart person. right here. an absolute idiot sandwich. Please help him focus.]

Ooooh, or like painted canaries or those fuckin paper foldy things? Anyway, good idea. Were you planning on bringing it up in the uh [ Handwavy thing ] in person meetings?

Edited (this feels better) 2023-07-30 22:04 (UTC)

[Jesus, dude. Junpei has to physically lean back there for a second—maybe they should go back to T-posing around—but okay, danger birds. This is the only thing he's come up with that feels like it matters, so far, and so it's the thing he's dead set on getting done with or without... good buddy Greg. Mmh.

Okay,] I came up with it there, but I only mentioned it to a few people... Setsuna, and that librarian-looking guy? I told Gregor about it at the bank. But it's—I mean, we were just going to draw them in places people would see.

[Well, they were making some posters, but now he just has some arts and crafts supplies, he supposes.]

You know how they used to bring canaries into coal mines? That's where I got the idea. I just thought if we used something that's less obvious than a big "don't fucking go in here, it's dangerous" splattered on a wall somewhere, then it'd stick around. And nobody'd get cuffed for it.

Aah, library looking guy. [ Alright, he's focused again for now. Though he is also heading back through the threshold of the front door given he'd not seen any lick of anything that could help. Where now? Eh, well. Standing in the middle of the hall seemed fine enough for now though he did take a moment to look down the hallway. Cameras. Squinty emoji. ] He's helping out with some other things too. Its a good idea, man.

And it could be considered as beautifying instead of vandalizing, right? Make sure that shit looks pretty. [ Wrench nodded for them to get to walking back out. ] I'll be interested to see what happens either way... hopefully they stay.

[Is librarian guy better at technology than he, uh, radiates... huh. Junpei follows Wrench back out of the apartment—he really doesn't feel like standing around in there any longer, anyway. Heebie-jeebies, and so on.]

I'll have to get a lot better at drawing birds pretty quickly... You into art at all? Can you draw a bird?

[ he is not. but that's okay, even a luddite has their place. so back down the hallway they go and down the stairs. even though he takes a moment to peer over them he's watched way too many horror movies. some fuckin dead looking girl gonna come crawling at them in a few seconds or something!! gotta check!! ]

Uh, nope not really. i mean sure i'm into looking at it and I can do some graffiti looking bullshit but my strengths are more in coding and hacking and programming and shit like that.

[ also: ] robots.

[ also: ] or if you want to make something explode using household items.

[Librarian guy does bring good snacks... everyone contributes. Junpei doesn't usually stop to check for jumpscares, so it's his turn to practically bonk right into Wrench there for a second, ah--

Robots though. Tell him more.]

I'll keep that in mind. [.....,] You wanna help Setsuna build a drone? I'm on plastic-collecting duty.

[ You should always check for jump scares, dude! Old buildings like this are you kidding? And with that shadow thing in the bowling ally.... Anyway, Junpei says the magic word and he gives a very excited. ] YES. Do I ever. I used to have a large cargo drone. Called him Sergei. [ *_* Sergei.... he misses you...]

[ He'll tell you about robots, Junpei. But you gotta ask. ]

[Well, Junpei has already been on one adventure to chase down the bowling ghost, to no avail... his self-preservation stat is shockingly low, oopsie doodle.]

Oh yeah? Cool. Ask him about what step he's on—I'm just kind of the organizer guy for this one.

[He knows neither jack nor shit about making a robot, actually, sooo-] Why Sergei?

[ fucking haunted, this place. anyway, they made it out. Hooray! ] will do, man. I'm uh [ one sec, smoke break. ] not good at sitting on my hands for this long. driving me fucking mad, dude.

[ and about Sergei? its not... a very complicated story. ] Uh, well. I was drunk and received divine intervention. [ Also known as he was drunk and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth. Importantly, though: Wrench turned to Junpei. ] Seriously though? I'm worried, man.

Yeah, I know the feeling. I'm forcing myself to bite my tongue every time someone is like, Oh nooo, I'm soooo bored, you guys are soooo lame for trying to solve the stupid idiot mystery for babies!

[No one is saying this exactly but this is the vibe Junpei gets every time someone is like "lmao who cares about murder" or "grrr I hate teamwork and other people, fuck you"—in so many words. Ahem.]

Worried about Gregor? Me too.

[ Wrench sighed. No lie, he can act like an absolute idiot sandwich and sometimes he just was an absolute idiot sandwich but usually it was diversion or how he dealt with anxiety. He'd been a watch dog for about twenty fucking years at this point [incoherent mutterings regarding a momentary retirement here]. it's just not in him to sit back, BUT. ]

It's not for everyone, dude. [ Oh, you smoke by the way? He gestured the pack toward Junpei. ] Gotta say? Surprised there's as many people interested in doing the work as there are. That's not usually the case. Live and let live, man. Some people wanna figure shit out other people wanna eat fucking ice cream and punch a lawnmower. [ He shrugged. ] Whatever.

But uh, yeah.[ Wrench turned to look back at the apartment for a second. ] So, you know anywhere else he might have ran off to?

Well, I just mean— [Something!! He means something, for sure. It's not a matter of splitting the work, it's absolutely the previous two times he's been through something just like this city on a smaller scale that drives him crazy about it, the idea of not just sucking it up and playing along with the team to get the fuck out. When people don't coordinate, they start dying! When someone breaks off from the group, they get fucking killed! Junpei has had enough of arguing that maybe Things should be done about Situations.

But he's not here to unpack all of his stuck-in-a-Saw-trap trauma, so he just lifts his hands, like, fine. Keep it to themselves at least, hmph.]

Whatever. I don't care.

[.....,] Maybe he went to look at the train again?

[ Oh. Ok, this is something that might need unpacking. He caught up, cautiously. ] Hey, man. I— [ Wrench knows a lot about death. Never been in a situation like this but been in a situation where he's seen people die and taken people's lives himself which was a whole other fucking thing. ] Sorry if I brought something up for you. You wanna stop for a sec? Grab a coffee or something?

[It's the dying that does it, really. Not the kidnapping, not the mysteries, not the people who roll their eyes at trust and teamwork, but the whole... death bit. Junpei scowls; go figure that when he held that stupid bracelet from the bank vault and told people about being stuck in Dcom it was just another Tuesday, but here it's so...

Well, the psyche is a pain in the ass, so there. He makes a face down at his shoes, then:]

I guess. Coffee's fine. [...and uh, belatedly, ahem,] I uh, I don't smoke.

[ Its, uh. It's a thing that's hard to comprehend and deal with. It should be hard to deal with. Meant you were still fucking human. He was patient for Junpei's answer, though. Nodded up ahead not too far away to a coffee shop. ] I'd say its on me but... yanno. [ STILL FUCKING WEIRD. Pack of smokes away, he started heading in that direction just to stop and try to hasten the smoking progress. ] Gimme a sec to finish, man.

[Yeah yeah, he's chill, he's not in a rush. Wrench is being nice enough to, uh, spiritually treat him to coffee, but he's not exactly rushing to go talk about his trauma or anything...]

I'll pretend it's on you.

[ He doesn't give a damn if you ever talk about it, dude. It's just about taking a break from the search effort and having a cup. Wrench is... very cagey about certain things. He's not going to pry. He'll open the door, grab the coffee, pass one over to Junpei and just sprawl over the whole fucking booth bench. ]

You're welcome, then! [ Besides, he can make stupid conversation that comes out of nowhere no problem. hold on he's actually just going to lay down on this bench. a tattooed arm the only thing on the table for the time being. ] you ever wonder why pants is plural?

[Oh boy, coffee... Give Junpei a second to destroy whatever this blend was trying to achieve by dumping to much sugar in it, like, saturation-point amounts of sugar. It's better like this. The crunch really makes it.

He'll be stirring for like two minutes though now, just sitting there and looking at Wrench's arm like okay....]

.... [okay,] Some people think it's because they used to be two separate legs instead of one piece of clothing, [he is a wikipedia gremlin at heart,] buuuut some people think it's more likely that the word is just like that. Plural all the time. Like glasses, or scissors. Or, uh, clothes.

Does that help.

[ Hey man, drink coffee however the fuck you like. Free world, dude. Go at 'er. Listen, but also he's not like. Great at being therapist either so he's just going to be his usual weird self and whatever the fuck comes out of it will come out of it. ]

wow, you really had that answer at the ready huh? was it one of those high thoughts that you had to wiki at 3am or just a random knowledge thing?

Who's saying it can't be both? Besides the fact that I've never gotten high, it could be both.

[It Could Be Both]

[ hold on. he's gonna clamor his way back up into some kind of sitting situation and turn his head to look at Junpei. ] Dude, you have never gotten high?

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