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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 There's totally stuff like 20 flyers for an event from three months ago, outdated blank forms, and bad photocopies of books like Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul]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
From you? Nothing. You never know anything.
[He'd thought he might find out something useful about Guzma from him, but... Well, maybe. He did at least usually know where he was. But riling up Tupp was the surest way to make him tell the truth, so.]
You're not important enough for Guzma to tell anything to.
no subject
[He may of been too preoccupied and stupid to notice you, but even he knows you're a suspicious sort Nanu!! Dropping the papers was clearly for some sorta reason, info, if the comment about him never knowing anything was to go off of.
Tupp bristles at the last part though, his face immediately twisting into a scowl. It's not his usual brand of anger that's for sure.
He's hurt.]
You don't know shit, yo!
no subject
[Would it work? He hoped it would. Less time spent around Tupp, the better]
What don't I "know shit" about, then?
no subject
[Said both rude and dismissive. He doesn't believe Nanu for a second, but that's not what's important.]
About anything with me and the Boss! Yo, is that what this is? You tryin' to get me to spill somethin' about Guzma?
no subject
[Nanu says deadpan. He doubts it.]
So there's something to spill, huh? Should've figured since he's been gone for so long.
no subject
[No he hasn't and no he hasn't gotten smarter. He turns away though, clearly getting frustrated on top of his already pissy attitude. He grumbles.]
Yo, why you always gotta go pryin'?! There ain't nothin' to spill!