[OKAY WELL. He has had a really wild-ass couple of days and it's when he's busy trying to locate someone sane who might help ground him. It takes time, but eventually he tracks Carlos down in the kitchen.
It's maybe a little different, but he approaches from the side and nudges him lightly to get Carlos' attention.]
You drink coffee, right? [He's at least attempting here.]
[HELLO, JUNPEI... Carlos looks somewhat ill today, but that's probably because of the symptoms that seem to be plaguing everyone. It's fine. He blinks when Junpei nudges him, before smiling down at him.]
'Course. How else would I survive in the mornings?
[Fun fact! Firefighter shifts can range from anywhere between 10 hours to 24 hours. Please save his sleeping schedule.]
[Save Carlos?? Junpei will walk ahead then, apparently having done this once already because he's setting things up to brew a pot of coffee. He's also jumping up onto the counter to wait for it as it begins to drip.]
Fair enough. You job starts way too early for me. [He says, as if he's been sleeping literally more than three hours a night at this rate. Oh well.] ...figured we could both use it anyway after the last couple of days.
[That gets a laugh out of him. Brief, but it's still a laugh.]
Depends on your definition of early.
[Please? Sleep?? Carlos is still high key worried about this dumbass, lord.]
... It sounds like something else happened today. To everyone, this time. [Let's be real, the hallways were probably a mess while everyone stumbled around with their clamshells.] You okay?
At all, for starters. [Junpei is not cut out to be a firefighter? Or any kind of fighter?? It's fine. He leans back on his hands, heel slowly kicking the cabinet below.]
You've been asking me that a lot recently. [A slow drawl, but he looks at the ceiling.] I'm fine. It could have been worse, and my teammates were people I can tolerate. Where'd you end up going?
[What if he never tells Carlos about his shitty lapdance? What if.]
[The coffee pot won't save you from your mistakes, Junpei.]
Polly, Nathan and Chuuya. [...] The, uh. The one with red hair. Turns out the panthouse is exactly with it says on the tin. A penthouse, but everything's... denim.
A book...any idea what it said? [What a weird way to ask that. The coffee's finished and he's leaning to open another cabinet to get mugs. It also helps because he kind of finds himself fumbling on an answer, a flush starting to creep up his neck that he's going to ignore outright.]
Things turned out fine on our end, other than the photos on Prompto's camera.
Milk and sugar. [Which may or may not be surprising but as bitter as his soul is he's not huge on bitter coffee.] Prompto had to take some photos in the room and according to what he saw, it's similar to what we witnessed on the monitor in the recording room when we broke in.
We did get a piece of paper though. I couldn't read it either. Think it might be the same language?
[Well. Let's be real, Carlos has a tendency to somehow expect the opposite of reality from Junpei and Akane? So he does make a small sound of surprise as he goes to fetch the milk and sugar.]
Heh, you and Akane keep surprising me.
[Which is to say, he totally expected Junpei to take his coffee black... It's clear from his tone that he doesn't think it's a bad thing, though. Either way--]
... Could be. Do you have the piece of paper with you? I don't have the book.
[There's a slight smile because it's funny and also Akane and also Carlos is Carlos so he doesn't mind sharing that knowledge. Instead, he waits for his coffee and digs into the pocket of his jeans for the chalk and for the paper.]
[Adding in the milk and sugar, he makes a noise of interest even if he's not looking.]
What, you mean those things they use for oujia boards? [Great. They're going to really summon sex demons.] I thought maybe it was stuff the group before us left behind, but that doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? [Still a thought though.] I think a few groups got them, so if we put them together maybe we'll make a whole page. Something like that.
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It's maybe a little different, but he approaches from the side and nudges him lightly to get Carlos' attention.]
You drink coffee, right? [He's at least attempting here.]
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'Course. How else would I survive in the mornings?
[Fun fact! Firefighter shifts can range from anywhere between 10 hours to 24 hours. Please save his sleeping schedule.]
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Fair enough. You job starts way too early for me. [He says, as if he's been sleeping literally more than three hours a night at this rate. Oh well.] ...figured we could both use it anyway after the last couple of days.
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Depends on your definition of early.
[Please? Sleep?? Carlos is still high key worried about this dumbass, lord.]
... It sounds like something else happened today. To everyone, this time. [Let's be real, the hallways were probably a mess while everyone stumbled around with their clamshells.] You okay?
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You've been asking me that a lot recently. [A slow drawl, but he looks at the ceiling.] I'm fine. It could have been worse, and my teammates were people I can tolerate. Where'd you end up going?
[What if he never tells Carlos about his shitty lapdance? What if.]
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[Maybe don't get spooked by ghosts before showing up at his door talking like a madman. It sure would avoid like, 75% of this concern? Gosh.]
The Panthouse. Found out why it's spelled with an a. [Carlos will find out about the lapdance tomorrow. It's fine.] You?
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The lounge. Me and two others. Do I want to ask why it's spelled with an A? Who were you stuck with?
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[The coffee pot won't save you from your mistakes, Junpei.]
Polly, Nathan and Chuuya. [...] The, uh. The one with red hair. Turns out the panthouse is exactly with it says on the tin. A penthouse, but everything's... denim.
[Thanks! He hates it.]
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A panthouse. [Just. He is so tired, please end this.] Please tell me you found something that might point to who's responsible for this.
[Oh, right.] I was with Prompto and Hizamaru.
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Sorry. [Max disappointment! He's so weary.] All we got was some book after everything.
[Fun times in the panthouse...]
Ah, those two. How did everything turn out?
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Things turned out fine on our end, other than the photos on Prompto's camera.
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[So. That's a bust!]
Photos? [And... Ah. Off topic, but since Junpei's getting the mugs--] You take your coffee with anything?
[Let him fetch that, at least.]
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We did get a piece of paper though. I couldn't read it either. Think it might be the same language?
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Heh, you and Akane keep surprising me.
[Which is to say, he totally expected Junpei to take his coffee black... It's clear from his tone that he doesn't think it's a bad thing, though. Either way--]
... Could be. Do you have the piece of paper with you? I don't have the book.
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Take a look.
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You know, the shape reminds me of a planchette.
[It's a triangle! That's about it. As for the note, well...]
This is definitely the same language though. What do you think it could be for?
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What, you mean those things they use for oujia boards? [Great. They're going to really summon sex demons.] I thought maybe it was stuff the group before us left behind, but that doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? [Still a thought though.] I think a few groups got them, so if we put them together maybe we'll make a whole page. Something like that.