thefoundation | Saturday meeting/afterparty?

[Everything happens so fucking much. Akira, unlike some, is actually still functioning through all this disaster.

For now.

God, he made a mess of this. He really is Moriarty's, isn't he?

He spreads the word to have a meeting at the studio since all the surveillance is turned off there for the moment. Including to the people that remained at the house, when he goes back to collect food and drinks. Leftovers, mostly. Curry and tacos and tempura and whatever else.

The studio is a mess but he just sets up as best he can among the debris. He picks a pile to perch on with a sigh.]

I know everyone's tired and generally fucked up in one way or another but we don't know how long we have before Mission Control or someone else makes a move. We probably have a lot to discuss.

...it'll be up to all of you if you want me involved in that after I say my piece. I intended to warn you all beforehand but... I ended up missing the meeting the other day.

Short version, some of this disaster is my fault. Longer version, I decided Nora had a point about using the death that had to happen anyway. So I staged a confrontation for the camera in Dazai's office and offered him my services in exchange for my own safety. I knew the Foundation would buy it. I thought I could help cover for his lapses better.

He asked me to sabotage today's game.

And I did.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You're sure acting like you are!

I said "after all of this"! After!!

Then fuckin' wait until after to talk about it!

No.

What about you tryin' to get your cunt stuffed with three penguin fursuit dicks at once is so fuckin' important that you can't wait until you're not in public to start going into detail about your plans!?

. . . They don't even have any of those sorts of things, they're fucking plushies, oh my god! I'm not into that! Definitely, definitely nooooot into that! Gross!