031815- MeouetJackjack

TC: Meoueṭ is making noṭe of door numbers in ṭhe hallway.

 TG: Jackjack is noting meouets noting of the door numbers. He walks over to her.

 TG: "Umm... Hi?"

 TC: Meoueṭ slowly ṭurns so ṭhaṭ her head is slighṭly over her shoulder. "Yes?"

 TG: "...umm. what are you doing?"

 TC: "Recording infomation for the Oracle."

 TG: "Ahh. Alright then. Need any help?"

 TC: Meouet realigns her head with her body, now facing away from him. "Not particularly. Shouldn't you all be focused on alchemizations?"

 TG: "Would be great if we had grist. Which we don't have. Nor do we have imps or any other grist makers"

 TC: "Then you should be researching why they are missing. Or do you intend to depend on the veterans for everything?"

 TG: "Not at all. Just taking a break since I just got my ass handed to me by a painters hatred. Was going to talk to Sami about that but I haven't talked to you yet"

 TC: "Oh. Pleasant."

 TC: Meouet moves to the next door.

 TG: "Yeah. not really." Jack follows beside "...you want a map? Might be faster than going through this entire base"

 TC: "I can only verify information if I'm the one that created it. Same as you are no doubt studying me to get a base read, child."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TG: "...I'm 18 'grub'. And its helpful to know who's competent"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Is there something I can do for you, or will you continue whatever this is until one of us leaves?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TG: "Yeah I had a quick question. Why are you all here anyway? This session doesn't seem like its going in a good direction."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "A game that destroyed a universe to get started isn't going in a good direction?" Meouet clicks her tongue.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TG: "Apparently it destroyed 2 universes if were to believe parallel universes. And if I had a hunch i'd say there's a lot more than just us with the twinks."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "At least you can connect dots." Meouet sighs and moves on to another door, copying information into the diagram.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TG: "Least it's not paint by numbers." Jackjack looks behind him "Alright, not like you seem to be the type to ask for help but if you do need it i'm Jack. Most on this team call me jackjack since my mother couldn't have made a more original name."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "We do have our fair share of Jacks."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TG: "That we do. Bye Oracle's recorder. Stay away from Balish's office i'm pretty sure it's booby trapped" He heads towards  <span style="color:rgb(101,101,101);">the opposite direction