18th Tactic

[commentboxtroll]

[phone a; drone and evil jerkwad filter]

...okay, okay, this has been put off long enough. [He's muttering at first, but his next words are louder.] Good morning, Mayfield. This is Caesar. Since we've managed to survive the latest string of atrocities, I figured it might be a good time for another DA meeting. As of now, I'm really not going to bother with special messages anymore. They haven't proven any more secure than the phones and, frankly, are less inclusive and too much of a hassle.

[See: he's too lazy to do that ever again.]

For those of you who are new, the DA is the Defense Association. We still aren't the Resistance and we aren't a secret society. The DA is supposed to focus more on helping one another, since we're all stuck in this mess together. We have people who are willing to teach you how to defend yourself and a few other projects on the table to try and make this place slightly less horrible. [But only slightly.] Anyway, it's open to anyone, anyone can drop by the meeting, or not, whatever. Just try not to be a murderous psychopath when you do.

Moving along, the meeting will be Thursday night. We'll be using the high school gym this time, since the UFO doesn't exactly have heating set up and it's still cold out. It won't only be DA business. There will be an open forum part in the meeting if anyone wants to come along and add their own two potch on, well, anything, I guess.

If anyone has questions that they don't want to ask over the phones, I'm not at my usual house right now, but I can tell you where I am. [Just not publicly. Uh, because. Reasons.] And no, I don't have snacks for the meeting. Don't ask, not unless you're offering to provide some...

[phone b; filtered to DA and Resistance folk]

Hey, I found out who stole the map and papers from my room. Does anyone have further info on some kid named Schrodinger? He's another teleporter and a huge jerk, but that's all I know.

[After the phone calls, Caesar can be found hanging out around 747 Partridge Drive for the rest of the morning. Inevitably, he deigns to make an appearance at school for a class or two, maybe even lunch! He'll sleep through that for the most part, since he still has no plans on learning from that joke of an institution. Nonetheless, he can be found skulking around there or between school and Partridge Drive on his way back to, well, hiding, because let's be honest, that's exactly what he's doing.]

Comments

[phone]

[captainofthe10th]

A few questions. First. What are potch? Second, why aren't you at your usual house? Third, would you like me to sanction this Schrodinger fellow?

[commentboxtroll]

It's money, I just don't want to be there right now, and what do you mean by sanction? You mentioned it last time, too.

[waffuport]

Wow, there's really a lot of teleporters in Mayfield, aren't there?

[commentboxtroll]

Way too many. At least the rest of you aren't dangerous...

phone b; filtered

[thegirltwin]

I don't think I know anyone like that. I'm sorry. I wish I could be more help.

[commentboxtroll]

Then stop wishing and do it. I have some things to bring up at the meeting, but your input would be welcome.

action

[sara_mudou]

[Sara notices Caesar skulking down the road, like she has some kind of radar! She basically does. She'll come running up from behind him.]

Caesar!

[commentboxtroll]

[He pauses just long enough to see who's chasing him down, but he's back to walking once he sees who it is. It's not like he's going fast, though, so she can easily catch up.]

Sara.

phone b

[strike_you_out]

[Schrodinger? Slugger recalls speaking to that boy once. Unsure if anyone else has mentioned it, he speaks up in a quiet voice.]

He's the Major's messenger.

[commentboxtroll]

The Major's?

[Nope, that's news to him.]

Great. Just what we needed.

Phone B

[godaime]

I haven't heard of him, but I can talk to some drones and see if the can supply me with some very basic information. I can go on from there and ask neighbors and everything until we get a full idea about what we're up against.

I have map templates and some more profiles from all of the paperwork Mayfield gave me back. I never completed it back home, so you're free to use them now if you want. [ She pauses. ] And if you need someone to guard your home, I'd be happy to. [ She sort of likes busting in skulls for the sake of JUSTICE. ]

[commentboxtroll]

Apparently he's the Major's errand boy. [Thanks, Slugger.] I'll probably have better luck asking the drones at the school for his address.

Templates? What do you mean by templates? Though if they're from your own world, I can't see how they would do me much good. [That stuff vanishes! Well, maybe she doesn't know that.] And thanks, but I don't know how useful a guard would be in this case. I've already hidden everything else that's worth something.

Phone

[infourbooks]

Do you need me to bring anything? Not that I have any of the things we used for the DA at home...

[commentboxtroll]

Whatever you feel like bringing, I guess. A lot of the meeting is eaten up by discussion. Just a warning.

phone a

[answerer_sword]

I will be there.

[She had missed the previous "bingo night" because she had tried to investigate on her own. This time, it would be different.]

[commentboxtroll]

["Bingo night" was Olivier's thing, actually, but eh.]

Good to hear it. [Only...] Who is this?

Filtered forever;

[kinship]

I've not heard of Schrodinger, but do you have plans to get the papers back from him now you know who has them?

yeah well your face is filtered forever

[commentboxtroll]

Someone else did, though. Apparently he's allied with the Major. If he's involved, I'm not sure it's worth the trouble to get them back.

A

[mal_addict]

...Sounds interesting. I might take a look.

[commentboxtroll]

Good to hear it. [Though this isn't a voice he's heard before.] You don't sound familiar. Are you new here?

[queen_of_swords]

No information on this Schrodinger, but I'll keep an eye out for him.

[commentboxtroll]

Someone told me he's one of the Major's cronies. That's going to be trouble, I can already tell. He has cat ears and this ridiculous smug look on his face all the time, so not too hard to spot.

Phone A

[photonicfighter]

...ah. That sounds like a very worthwhile meeting.

I can make sandwiches, if you want. I'm pretty good at making sandwiches! [There's definite pride in her voice.]

[commentboxtroll]

Hopefully.

[Oh, he didn't expect anyone to take the snack part seriously.]

Sandwiches? Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to sandwiches.

action for the squatter X(

[dwaggies]

[Miakis is hovering somewhere in the same room as Caesar and listening to his end of the phone calls, like a creeper. And if she feels awkward about recent Valentine's Day shenanigans, she's not showing it. (troll)]

No snacks? Don't you know, that's how you get people to show up to these things! Come for the food, stay for the action~

you know you love him, miakis, don't hide your feelings!

[commentboxtroll]

If they only come for the food, they aren't worth my time.

[He needs useful people, not hungry moochers! So believes the useless couch-surfer. Well, he can finally hang up the phone anyway, so he'll turn to look at her. Checking to see if he's any less embarrassed yet!

Maybe. Maybe. Nnnope, glancing off somewhere else.]