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maskormenacelogs2020-01-25 01:05 am
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Entry tags:
OTA + Guzma's CR
WHO: Nanu & You + Nanu & The Unfortunates Who Know Guzma
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Youth Center & Around Town
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Come have some cocoa with Uncle Nanu for a Community Mental Health Day after visiting the nightmare realm! We have group therapy, activities, and getting-to-know-you.
WARNINGS: None so far
Youth Center
[The youth center was not as active as the organizers had hoped. Not by a long shot. It was advertised as an outreach to the imPorts with all the disappearances going on, but the involved parties were coming back at different times... And the youth center didn't have a great way to reach its audience. Nevertheless, they want you to know that All are welcome here today.
And it was a shitshow that Nanu had been completely pulled into. People who entered for the advertisements of free snacks, pizza, and hot cocoa were ushered towards the group therapy circle. Nanu looked none too pleased about this situation, but he masked his displeasure under a mask of slightly less displeasure. He sipped his cocoa, watching people file in and sit or collect around.]
Good afternoon. My name is Nanu. I am not a licensed therapist, but I'm about as good as you're going to get here. Who wants to talk about their problems first?
Totally not stalking Guzma's friends
[Do you know Guzma? Are you... Friends/Enemies/Frenemies with Guzma? Then Nanu's got his eyes on you. Guzma hasn't reappeared yet and it's got him worried. Nanu's good at staying undercover, but you might start to notice the same old man anywhere you are out in public. You may not recognize him, depending on how you've seen him before. He's dressed fairly respectably; he looks like he probably got off work a while ago from an office job. Except that... Even in this chilly weather, he's wearing sandals. Weird.
Whatever, that's not the weirdest thing you've seen, right? Sometimes people just go to the same places. He walks past you, but he stumbles a bit, dropping his suitcase on the floor. It pops open, and his papers go everywhere. It's sheets of garbage paper from the recycling bin at work, but they have printing on them, so they seem important. There's totally stuff like 20 flyers for an event from three months ago, outdated blank forms, and bad photocopies of books like Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul]
Ah, Damn! My papers!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Youth Center & Around Town
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Come have some cocoa with Uncle Nanu for a Community Mental Health Day after visiting the nightmare realm! We have group therapy, activities, and getting-to-know-you.
WARNINGS: None so far
Youth Center
[The youth center was not as active as the organizers had hoped. Not by a long shot. It was advertised as an outreach to the imPorts with all the disappearances going on, but the involved parties were coming back at different times... And the youth center didn't have a great way to reach its audience. Nevertheless, they want you to know that All are welcome here today.
And it was a shitshow that Nanu had been completely pulled into. People who entered for the advertisements of free snacks, pizza, and hot cocoa were ushered towards the group therapy circle. Nanu looked none too pleased about this situation, but he masked his displeasure under a mask of slightly less displeasure. He sipped his cocoa, watching people file in and sit or collect around.]
Good afternoon. My name is Nanu. I am not a licensed therapist, but I'm about as good as you're going to get here. Who wants to talk about their problems first?
Totally not stalking Guzma's friends
[Do you know Guzma? Are you... Friends/Enemies/Frenemies with Guzma? Then Nanu's got his eyes on you. Guzma hasn't reappeared yet and it's got him worried. Nanu's good at staying undercover, but you might start to notice the same old man anywhere you are out in public. You may not recognize him, depending on how you've seen him before. He's dressed fairly respectably; he looks like he probably got off work a while ago from an office job. Except that... Even in this chilly weather, he's wearing sandals. Weird.
Whatever, that's not the weirdest thing you've seen, right? Sometimes people just go to the same places. He walks past you, but he stumbles a bit, dropping his suitcase on the floor. It pops open, and his papers go everywhere. It's sheets of garbage paper from the recycling bin at work, but they have printing on them, so they seem important. There's totally stuff like 20 flyers for an event from three months ago, outdated blank forms, and bad photocopies of books like Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul]
Ah, Damn! My papers!
no subject
[Nanu narrows his eyes. This might be what he was trying to figure out more about. He'd gathered bits of it from the network, but his understanding of it was incomplete.]
Were you at the thing?
no subject
[said completely monotone, with a sigh.]
Yeah. Right up until I got gutted like a damn fish then woke up back here. Dunno if that's the only way back. I mean... sorry? If it is. Dyin' sucks.