From the white lights, the darkness comes...

[sageking]

Today's trial was a mixture of regret, anger, guilt, and second-thoughts. Perhaps some people realized that situations and choices weren't to be black or white. However, decisions were made, and whether it'd be through people keeping secrets or causing a ton of chaos...everyone could probably agree on one thing:

They've made their choices and no matter what happened in the coming days, they will lie in the beds they made for themselves. Whatever that should mean for each and every single person still living here.

That being said, there's still new choices to make. In the days to come, what will those be?

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suddenly, a little meeting [Sunday Time mark 2]

[sageking]

[ Gilgamesh will be here sometime nebulously early/or whenever it's convenient sometime Sunday seeking out people and seeing if he could wrangle them into the dining room. It's simply to explain what happened.

Also ghost lure has been set so no ghosties. :>

This could be hand-waved or however you like. But regardless of such things and just to make it easier, Gilgamesh essentially explained the following information: ]

I've gathered you all here to hold a mandatory meeting based on the information we've retrieved in the face of consistent idiocy.

First of all, Ango's notebook detailed a plan to erect barriers in the event that we're unable to escape. He's stated that they'd be for containment, and the idea would be to have one person keep a barrier over the house while the other constructs a barrier around themselves and the other barrier user.

It could be possible to make barrier capture more individuals, but at this time, we're to ensure we still have our remaining barrier users alive throughout the entirety of this.

Moving on from that, he mentioned that if we find our way to a 'delivery entrance' but we're not able to use it, to call this number.

[ Here's the uh, phone number. Just pretend there's numbers there for sanity's sake, okay. ]

It's possible it's to the Foundation, I suppose, but it was worth noting. In the case that you've had any...messages you could think of passing to people, in the event that we're able to make contact let me know.

I also want to hear about other last resort plans, even if it's a repeat of extreme ones such as from last week.

[ Then he'll cast his gaze towards Gin and WWX because he had an idea that will help. He's not a Caster for no reason, after all.

Though . . . he didn't remember Wei's name so. ]

You two.

There's something we should probably discuss when the others leave in regards to a plan for barriers, simply because the less people know, the better. If there's anyone else who believes they can assist with this, you will let me know as well.

[cw_suicide]

[Dazai is Sir Dead On His Feet and also Sir Dead To Shame And Ridicule as he wallflowers, holding onto Ango's journal. not saying anything looking exhausted and strained as one does when going on 48 hours no sleep.

he doesn't look up while Gilgamesh talks and won't be initiating conversation, thanks.]

[onemolife]

[ Holding his hands opened for the journal. ]

[cw_suicide]

[... reluctantly passing it over.]

[reanimania]

Call it with what? No one has a phone with a signal, do they?

[sageking]

Ango for some reason believed that we'd be able to make the call at this 'delivery entrance', so I imagine there could be a signal there.

However, I don't believe we should count on it either because now the ghosts have this information as well.

[ So he believed the creature could run interference. He's just getting the information out there so it's out there ]

[zweivoltage]

[Like Dazai, he's leaning against the wall. He's looking straight at the group, but is otherwise remaining silent for now]

[golden_dream]

...

[She writes, hurriedly:

"Wait, you're saying there's no hope to escape... so we're going to just make this a tomb and die in it?!"]

[sageking]

...Perhaps you should try to listen more carefully to what I've said, fool.

That said, I won't deny there's a high chance we won't make it out of here. Even so, I've no intention to simply give in.

[golden_dream]

...

[She writes back: "You don't have to insult me... I've been insulted enough.

Good. I've got too much to live for!"]

[ghostricked]

Wait, did you say a phone number?!

[He seems very excited all of a sudden, huh?]

[sageking]

Yes. Why?

[ That's quite a reaction. ]

[ghostricked]

If he meant that there's a land line phone then I can use it! One of my powers is traveling through phone lines.

It's no good with our cell phones, which is why I never brought it up before now...

[onemolife]

[ Why don't you love him Gil

He'll look over from probably bothering Dazai. His hair is still mostly in a braided bun, but some of the hair is trying to escape (it still looks pretty great though).

Then he'll glance over to Gin. S'up, Foxy. Before giving a nod. ]

Alright.

[sageking]

[ Was this a bad time to joke about Ango and not wanting some if there was no buns because he's dead now.

Anyway awesome, he'll wait for a moment to get Gin's assent, because he would see what the other man would say first. He was like, literally the other half of the plan after all.

And if not, he supposed he could figure something out. ]

[foxetious]

[Gin... kind of can't believe this was apparently the masterplan, but yes, he'll approach Gil once he was done speaking.]

You called, King?

[He's the slightest bit insincere with the title still, but he currently respects Gil more than at least half the people here, so.]

[eyeforai]

...So you mean the only thing we got out of this was killing one of our barrier users and a phone number we know nothing about.

[...He wants to drink again.]

[sageking]

[ Such was their life, Date.

That said, he had a drink or two before this meeting so it's fine. ]

I could go on and on about foolishness, but I'm tired of wasting my breath.

Now we're forced to deal with this and start thinking of whatever we can enact in the face of incompetence.

[eyeforai]

[He wishes he thought that far ahead...]

Damn it... did we even get anything new that we could use besides the number?

[white_camellia]

While we are at it... This is not particularly important, but...

[She's just going to pass over the diary that had all its pages ripped out.]

There is a chance that something might happen if we put the diary back together. Not merely reading the pages as we have done before, but actually putting the diary back together.

That being said... I still do not know for certain if we have all the pieces or not. Still, if they are put back together, they may become a tool to help us later.

...Or they might form to become a physical embodiment of the curse and release more miasma. It might also do nothing at all beyond having everything put together. Either way, it is something to think about.

[sageking]

...The fact that you suggested that it may become a physical embodiment of the curse and release more miasma is enough of a reason to not put it back together in my mind. That just sounds like it'd kill us all faster in such a ridiculously stupid way that no one could even call it merely foolishness or incompetence anymore.

[ That's just how he felt, though. ]

[impyroverished]

It does sound like 1/3 chance of it doing anything of use. That means we shouldn't.

[At least from the way Nanaka put it. Maybe it's even less likely than that -- the odds it does nothing are much higher, after all, but Emil is not a statistics expert, haha]

[foxetious]

[During the meeting but before he breaks off to talk to Gilgamesh and 'Mo Xuanyu,' Gin is hanging around near the edges, in case people feel the need to question him (again) on the efficacy of his powers.

He's still a bit disbelieving that this is Ango's brilliant plan, fwiw.]

At some point... [meeting interlude 2]

[sageking]

[ ...later in the meeting, when some people have left/been slowly leaving, Gilgamesh will approach Emil, before directing him to the other part of the room, some decent way from the others. ]

We need to talk. I remember last week you were one of those involved in discussion of explosives. First of all, have you come up with anything substantial since then?

[impyroverished]

[Getting taken aside for a talk...oh, geez. It makes Emil somewhat nervous, admittedly. Still, he obeys, lowering his voice for as much privacy as that can give them. He can't help but direct a look at the rest of the group at large before talking -- if the rest heard about it...would someone try to take them?

Well, Gil certainly wouldn't. He seems reasonable!]

...I mixed some explosives already. Just in case. They're essential for any cleanser, so having some gave me some peace of mind.

I didn't bring them here, I have them in my room.