barbecue.

[lostcompany]

[Night, and a campfire outside of town, in the lightly forested scrubland of the Neloi Flats. A good rendezvous point for a ragtag bunch of abductees; a point of interest for any stragglers, where fellow otherworlders can be found.

Just follow the smell of cooking meat. There's...there's a lot of it.

And while you're all feeding yourselves, there's a lot to talk about. For instance: who the fuck were the people that brought everyone here? What did they want? Who's interested in finding a way back home, and what's the best way to tackle that question? Where will everyone stay? How will everyone get along in this place?

All that and more, at the campfire.]



[[ooc: Meant to be a rapid-fire IC conversation kind of post, with rampant threadjacking, but do as ye will! Proper toplevels are welcome, as are new characters.]]

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[planetary_bonds]

[Been there, done that. Yuusei's been anti-establishment for as long as he remembers-why else would he be currently hacking several old phones back into the network?

He's not gonna lie, he's interested in the new visitor. An android, is it? Fascinating. But he'll play along for now, electing simply to smirk somewhat.]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[mettatronic]

["Somewhat" is fine, and the playing-along is passively appreciated!]

Oh, trrrrust me, darling, I'm not judging.

[He starts course in walking a steady, kinda-idle half-circle, not quite around Yuusei himself but... near him, eyeing up what he's working on out of general curiosity.]

Where in the world does one get in life without a bit of rebellious spirit in 'em, hm?

[planetary_bonds]

Not far, I've found.

[Oh sorry, was that a rhetorical question? Too bad. Mettaton might be interested to see Yuusei's piles of various types of phones-flip phones, smartphones, keypads, all sorts-and the different circuitry he's exposed, but it's really a bunch of junk.]

You have to have that courage to push forward, after all.

[Something he's had to learn all over again, recently.]

[mettatronic]

[It was a rhetorical question, but you know what? Mettaton's not one to sneeze at most things that keep interactions going.

Meanwhile, well. He may be an android, himself, but as far as interests and mental inventory go, he's never been a tech guy; if he actually bothered to ask what's being done with all those phones, he knows the answer he'd get would be all Greek to him.

Curiosity does, however, persist on less... immediately-personal basis, you could probably say. He does peer at the heap of phones and wonders what Alphys would do with them, whether she'd be able to tell or infer what's being done with them, whether she'd have a new person to chat with if she were here...

Aaanyways. Casts a look back to the fellow doing the work, with a smirk.]

Ohhh, that, you ab-solutely do.

[Says the guy who wasn't willing to push forward without a proverbial fairy godmother.]

The payoff does go to the bold!

[planetary_bonds]

[A nod.]

Aah. And with the situation we're in, it won't do for us to stay still, after all. That'll just lead to them finding us all over again.