i'm too impatient for the event so play something small with me maybe

[compendiem]

WHO: Minato/ota
WHERE: Wiffle-Waffle
WHEN: Friday, 8/3, all day
WHAT: a """stake-out""" aka eating waffles and talking because nothing will happen on the 3rd like it usually does. some info-sharing to get people up to date (or alternatively, non-productive wheel spinning with Minato because he knows NOTHING haha)
WARNINGS: none

i.
[ Shit goes down on the 3rd every month --> we don't know what's going to happen aside from something being wrong with Retrospec --> the waffle house used to be where the Retrospec building is and its mailbox is outside --> stake out the waffle house just in case something happens

That's basically the thought process that went into this, but word might not have gotten around that it's happening. If anything, what draws people's attention, if not by word of mouth, is that whoever's on the way to the waffle house early Friday morning may see Minato on his way there too, struggling to push a wheelbarrow up the street.

It's a covered wheelbarrow. There is definitely a blade or three poking through the cover where he'd tried to tie the fabric down so it wouldn't blow off. But don't mind that; help him push. ]

ii.
[ The Wiffle-Waffle is a respectable business which wouldn't appreciate loitering, so head on inside and let's have a waffle party. You're also paying for your own waffles, because Minato isn't made of money. He tries to keep his head down, mostly, finding a far away corner booth to sit at and waving people down with a credit card in one hand, the other hand held by the side of his face as if it does anything to obscure his identity from the workers there who shoot uneasy looks his direction from time to time. ]

Four waffles. Plain. If you can order that for me...

iii. (chronologically after prompt i.... I so clearly edited this in after the fact without reading)
[ He's just stuffing a mini-armory of axes and swords into the mailbox, don't mind him. ]

iv.
[ Time trudges on with nothing happening— a good thing, really. But Minato fiddles with his phone a lot during the time, pulling up a message he'd sent to Zee, checking and rechecking Wednesday's post from Joanne in hopes that it'd corrected himself.

With people here, it's a good a time as any for some info sharing. If anything, it'd be good for people to catch up on what happened last August that'd gotten so many "veterans" riled up, and Minato's one of those who wasn't there and is interested in learning more about it all. ]

So... Summer in Recollé sucks, huh. [ yeah ] ...I was talking to Zee a little, and he mentioned something about old maps, if you know anything about those. I guess it's of the city? Or Retrospec itself. I'm still a bit lost on it all, actually.

Comments

i as in i guess i'll just keep abusing the two icons i took from you

[tarotcards]

[ hello, minato. it's your friend, souji. he sees your barrow. he sees what's happening. he will not help push your barrow. instead, he will stand in the way ]

Planning another break-in?

[compendiem]

[ Hi friend who threatened to shank him yesterday. He lived to see another day, to the misfortune of everybody around him.

Minato leans the entirety of his weight against the wheelbarrow, shoving the end of it into Souji's legs. ]

We're way past the planning stage. This is the execution.

[tarotcards]

[ souji can still shank him now. he just needs to grab a weapon from that wheelbarrow and do the dead. also souji still does not move even though minato rudely tries to shove the end of the barrow against him ]

Is it the execution of going to an execution?

ii as in minato is really ii(2) much trouble

[thexiv]

[ yeah yeah, something bad might happen. some shit might go down. the world might end. okay that's nice and all but nothing is going to stop jouhei from getting his delicious waffles topped off with ice cream and fruits and chocolate. he holds a delicious plate of said waffles in his hands, about to find a seat when minato whispers to him like a drug dealer. jouhei looks at him for a full five seconds of silence before-- ]

No.

[compendiem]

[ Five whole seconds to get his hopes up. He'd been waiting with bated breath, but upon being let down, lets out a sigh, picks up a plastic fork, and gives Jouhei a second chance. ]

Please.

[ Jouhei can't withstand the power of "please," can he? Otherwise, Minato's backup with the fork. ]

[thexiv]

[ he sees minato picking up the plastic fork and doing the smart thing, he takes a single step back away from the booth. who cares if he's blocking the path to other seats. his waffles are more important ]

Why?

iii as in i give up im done

[optimistical]

[ naegi didn't get a ticket to the mailbox but he likes checking it out now and then to make sure that nothing changed and yes. there is a change. there's a madman stuffing it with weapons. hm. HM. ]

... making a return to Retrospec?

[ or did the police finally get a search warrant to check your place and you're trying to get rid of evidence ]

[compendiem]

[ Considering how often he's landing himself in jail, maybe this is temporary measures before the police gets a search warrant. ]

It's more like... temporary storage?

[ He says as he tries to get his executioner's axe to fit inside the tiny mailbox, but the blades keep catching on the sides. ]

[optimistical]

[ naegi would normally offer to help with things like this but that's... an axe. he already got his hands all over two murder weapons. he doesn't need his fingerprints on a third. ]

Did you run out of space at your apartment?

ii because why not

[doublesmall]

[he's come to check this place out, finally, after writing it off for a while-- and after being waved down he pauses and just sort of. stares, for a moment. takes in what minato is trying to do here.

and finally--]

You're shit at this, you know that, right? It's like you're going out of your way to look suspicious.

[perfectly normal advice from a not at all shady person.]

[compendiem]

I don't look that suspicious...

[ He doesn't think so, anyways, voice low as he withdraws his hand, smoothing down his bangs which probably do a better job at hiding his face than his hand ever did. ]

It's nothing suspicious, anyways. A simple transaction.

[doublesmall]

You don't? They sure seem to think so...

[these poor workers. chuuya huffs out a sigh, there.]

If it's nothing suspicious, why can't you make your own transaction for your waffles.

i

[openhanded]

[Sorey's on his way back from another appointment of sorts when he sees someone familiar along the side of the road. He'd been planning to check the area anyway, just in case the waffle house had mysteriously turned back into the original Recollé HQ. Seeing his cousin is something else, though.

Without asking what's going on, he dashes across the street and grabs a hold of the wheelbarrow, trying to help push it.]

Hey, Minato! What's going on? Can I help?

[He never skips arm day. You're in luck.]

[compendiem]

[ He's saved. ]

Thanks.

[ Minato shoots Sorey a grateful look before turning his attention back to the wheelbarrow, hoping to get to the waffle house before the day is over. It's heavy, but not incredibly so; it's the slight incline to the street and the summer heat that's slowly doing him in. ]

Spring cleaning. Realized this is something I should've done a while ago, instead of keeping all this at home.

that should've been retrospec hq i'm tired lmfdisnf

[openhanded]

No problem!

[Sorey is the crazy guy who jogs in the morning no matter what the weather is, and he still trains his sword moves daily, so he can do this without breaking too much of a sweat. In fact, he's taking pity on Minato and quietly edging him out of pushing it. Sorey can handle this himself.]

It's a little late for spring cleaning, but I get what you mean. After I graduated I--

[He pauses as he finally notices something poking out at the corner.]

A sword? [Wait. There's a lot clacking around in here.] Multiple swords. You had these just laying around in your closet?

[At least Minato had the decency to cover them up so they don't get arrested.]

ii

[floret]

[ Hanatarou's here, in his nice Weisz Global suit and sunglasses. He slides into the booth across from Minato, takes off his sunglasses, and replaces them with a pair of reading glasses. ]

Look! I'm disguised.

[compendiem]

[ Oh, this is smart. Not the whole "wearing super fancy expensive suit in a family waffle house," but glasses always throw people off and Minato wants in on that disguise. ]

That's awesome. Can I borrow the sunglasses?

[ Nobody would be able to identify him then. ]

iii

[servileness]

[ Clover is both here to see if she wants to pick something up and to check up on Minato. She smiles when she sees him, but it quickly fades into a tired look. ]

Minato, couldn't you have at least cleaned some of those when you received them?

[ Blood stains are so unsanitary. ]

[compendiem]

[ Minato's tired look is ever-present, shifting from Clover back to the bloody fist spurs he currently has in his hands. ]

I tried, but they're caked on pretty well.

[ Layers upon layers of blood. But the keyword is "try" and the most he did was rub some spit into it when he'd first pulled them out of the mailbox, in some effort to make them look less illegal. ]

They'll just get dirty again, so there was no point in cleaning them. ...I think was the mindset there.

ii

[imaginex]

[Sakura frequents the Waffle House now and again. Why? Because she's pretty and demure, and that's enough to net her free food when she's working that charm.

Hey, don't judge her. It cuts down on the monthly food bill.

Though upon entering, she'll spot Minato in the corner... being odd. And drawing so much suspicion that Sakura feels pity swell in her chest]

... You want me to order them for you?

[compendiem]

[ Let him believe he's being inconspicuous. Though, not inconspicuous enough that he's so easily recognized, but it works to his advantage as Sakura understands him well enough. ]

Yeah. I guess... two waffles at a time would be best, so the others don't get cold while I eat. I'll pay yours too.

iii

[flametheif40]

[Al, makes his way toward the general direction of the Wiffle-Waffle mail box place, holding a ticket and staring it as he walks. He then looks up and sees him shoving the armory's worth of stuff in the mail box]

Ummmm, Dare I ask what the hell you are doing?

That's the Retrospec Mail box, right?

[compendiem]

[ Minato steps back, dropping the axe where he stands and almost takes off the tips of his shoes when the blade falls and sinks into the ground in front of him. ]

Uh. Yeah, it is. Sorry, did you want to get something, or return something? I'll probably be a while.

[ He's got a lot of junk to stuff in there, so he tilts his head towards the mailbox, an offer to go ahead. ]

i

[maskreant]

[ Guess what, Ren is also here... Thinking the same lines as Minato, though he has found that waiting here hasn't done much for him. With hands in his pockets, he hovers over the load in this wheelbarrow, eyebrows raised with suspicious and curiosity.

Uhm. ]

Are you planning to return your purchase?

[ He will help after Answers. ]

[compendiem]

If I had paid for these, that's exactly what I would be doing. Wasn't worth keeping around, in the end.

[ He looks down at the sword poking out from under the cloth, which does a poor job of hiding anything, seeing as the sword appears to be glowing through the cloth anyways. He's got a glowing bow too, but that one he keeps wrapped up and left at home, not wanting the extra light and heat when he's already melting. ]

I can't make things disappear into thin air like you can, so there's no reason to keep everything with me.

[ If an inventory was regainable though, you bet he'd keep everyting, and a pocket full of rancid gravy, a dozen cans of soda, the typical goods. ]