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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 There's totally stuff like 20 flyers for an event from three months ago, outdated blank forms, and bad photocopies of books like Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul]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!
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You will. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but... you will. And I'll be there for you. For the tough parts.
[He glances down at the dogs before saying the next part.]
You still in Team Skull?
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[She means that sincerely, and hopes it comes through in her voice.]
I guess if it does happen I have no choice BUT to find some way to cope.
[She nods at that, shamefaced.]
I don't know why I still am, to be honest with you. I guess I keep waiting for it to just... click and for me to be okay with being a bad guy. But my conscience is still there, bugging me every time I do something bad.
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[He crosses his arms and lets out a slow breath.]
I don't know kid, I don't think it's meant to be. I was in a gang when I was your age and a little older. It didn't go well for me...
Do you need some help escaping them? You can lay low at my place, I can talk to Guzma for you. He respects me well enough.
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[She considers that.]
See, the weird thing is, I don't think he'd care too much if I up and left. I get the impression that he knows I'm torn about it, and so he's waiting for me to decide one way or the other. He lets me do what I want and doesn't try to push me. And I'm not too worried about the grunts- they're not shy about telling me I'm too much of a chicken for it. I think they'd be glad if I walked away.