[open] now we sit in a circle and talk about our feelings

[tearable]

WHO: Anyone!
WHERE: Recolle University
WHEN: 4/15
WHAT: Group meeting
WARNINGS: none



[ If you've been out in about in the city over the past few days, you may have seen some suspicious pink envelopes or flyers hanging up. Coffee shops, stores, the university, and even as far as stuffed into a few people's mailboxes — you have been invited to something.

With the help from her family, Elizabeth had decided to call on her friends and use that valuable classroom she has access to. Her daughter was undeniably the one who encouraged her to speak up and take charge — with good reason since Jade now has the vision of an old lady. Jade was dutiful in putting flyers around town and the high school, Bigby made sure it got to the precinct and neighboring fire & rescue buildings. Roughly 1,000 copies later, she hopes that maybe there will be enough people to get some action going. She already hoped Jack had reached out to some of his contacts.

On April 15th, Elizabeth was kind enough to bring her crockpot for chile con queso dip and finger sandwiches. She's got a mortgage and can't really buy platters, y'all. Refreshments obviously provided and with good reason!

Written on the board are 3 general ideas: physical changes, dreams/memories, and items. Also in the bottom there's 2 small question marks: talking fruit? chocobo? ]

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ooc: Hi everyone! I wanted to kind of throw up a physical in-person meet up to discuss the ongoing additions/regains in Recolle. You don't have to have CR with Elizabeth — this is kind of a general meet and greet log. Feel free to threadjack and discuss things. I'd like to hope we can push plot and see if there's any good ideas for actions to take in the city.

By all means, if your character is already assertive in this, please bring up the changes and take lead! I want everyone to have a non-Retrospec platform. :)

Comments

[true_noir]

"Oh, I know officer. The investigators are the first step, but it is the rest that we do not have," she said, shaking her head. "But I do suppose you are right. Without getting everyone to see what is actually going on, what good does it do us? Maybe we stop it, but that isn't a solution on its own."

She frowned for a moment before shaking her head. "They were smart enough to simply leave the knife in my home. What was mailed to me is completely legal. just a photocopy of a blank page and a cloak. Nothing strange about that... on the surface."

[standalonehuman]

Togusa is startled by her statement and looks at her with raised eyebrows. "You're sure, it was Retrospec that left a knife? Damn, and they didn't send it through the mail." Oh, this next part is awkward, but Togusa plows ahead anyway. "Were you- considering turning it in? Depends on what it is as to whether it's illegal to have." One thing about this entire mess is that it's gotten Togusa to review his weapons ownership laws with a fine-toothed comb. What is and isn't legal in America is pretty different than it is in Japan.

[true_noir]

"No, I won't be turning it in, though I'm willing to let you have a look and take a picture of it," she said with a firm shake of the head. "It isn't an illegal sort of knife to my knowledge. Just a simple straight edge for throwing, such as what a circus performer might use. I cannot say for certain that they sent it, but..."

She shook her head a second time and frowned. "I live with a deadbolt that only locks on the inside. It was in my unmentionables drawer, much like my coat in my closet... I never bought them. I do not know how they got there. And yet they are in my visions both."

[standalonehuman]

Togusa shakes his head and holds out a comforting hand. "That sounds legal, then, don't worry about it. Legal issues mostly get tied up in blade length or spring-mechanisms."

He drinks from his coffee mug while he listens, and a deep frown settles onto his face. "And we're back on the visions. You're- sure that these items belong to you? Not just from what you've seen, but they're- hard to get rid of? It's...what I've heard. I still seem to have been skipped over when it comes to these visions." He says as if there is not a consistent guilt over the gunbox now hidden in his apartment that he keeps trying to pretend isn't there.

[true_noir]

She let the frown deepen and then sighed. "Let us pretend ... for a moment that these are memories of mine, visions, that either a past life or a memory, or whatever it might be..." She took hold of the edges of her cloak, draped as the comical thing was over her shoulders, fingering it.

"It is a cloak that fits me perfectly, that feels just how it did in the things I remember. I have never once seen a cloak like it, other than perhaps a renaissance fest, and the material is different, solid. Feel it. It is not meant for show, but for wear and tear. And the idea of losing it... bothers me, like losing that blasted fork bothered me until I 'remembered' getting it, and now I feel like it is mine."

[standalonehuman]

Togusa is thinking as Chloe speaks. He still hasn't even touched the gun, too afraid of getting fingerprints on it, too concerned that he might change his mind and turn it in to evidence. But he won't turn it in, will he? Because every time he looks at it, he gets the exact same feeling Chloe is describing. He's supposed to have that gun.

Does that mean Drake was right about him?

"But a knife?" He finally asks out loud. "What- could that mean? What does it say about you that for some reason a weapon is what's been drawn to you? What's supposed to be yours? You've had no training with it, have you? So why- that?"

Why does he have a Japanese gun that is decidedly not police issue?

[true_noir]

"I do not know quite what it says about me. I know what some of the visions have felt like, to an extent, but I have never seen myself use a knife like it. No matter how agile I feel these days, I don't remember how to use a knife..." A pause before she laughed once, to herself. "Well other than that the pointy end goes into them, not you."

She shrugged. "But I remember having had a gun pulled on me in one of the visions, by a woman whose apartment I was visiting. I do not know if that means something or not... but it makes me wonder if everything in those visions was as safe as I thought at first."

Ok, it felt like she was watching a spy film for god's sake, but how did you just say that and not sound silly?

[standalonehuman]

Togusa is again startled. Why is someone so young having such violent visions, being sent weapons? "It's not right," he says out loud. "You should be going to school, working," he nods towards her, "getting that plant shop up and running. Whatever Retrospec's game is, it's not right that they keep involving people so young."

Togusa, at least, there's a reason for. Him and Wolf, all the other cops signed up for this sort of thing. So why her? Why Prompto or Eleanor, or Wolf's own daughter, for god's sake? "I'm sorry, then. That we haven't found out more. We're supposed to be protecting you all from this."

[true_noir]

Well, that would be because the person that she was remembering was a violent, dangerous woman despite her age. But, Chloe still refused to believe that, even after on of her most recent visions. She sighed and laughed, shaking her head. "I still intend to do all of that, and I am almost ready with my applications, Officer. I appreciate the concern, though."

"But really, you're human. We all are. There are only so many things we can do, so quickly. The fact that you're trying matters more to me." She wanted a fix, but she wasn't going to blame the people trying this hard.

[standalonehuman]

"Please, just-" Togusa shakes his head. "All I can really ask is that you keep confiding in someone. Doesn't have to be me. Just. Keep in mind that you're not doing this alone."

It still feels like a failing. Like he needs to be doing more, like he's letting the Department's lack of initiative affect his own ability to do his job. No. He needs to be doing more. And remembering the people he is here to serve is a part of that.

[true_noir]

"I have a few friends. Don't worry, and I will remember that you are here," she said, nodding to him in what she hoped was a re-assuring way. "I appreciate the worry, but I will not let this get to be too much, and if I need the help I will not be afraid to get it."