Okay. CA, consonant, consonant, vowel, consonant consonant. Not a person or an object, something a sword would know, not something that's a descriptor or a title...
[Scribbling.] Third letter is from the first half of the English alphabet. So A-M. [Is. Is that the first half? Sure.]
[i can't believe i have to fudge a ye olde's knowledge of an alphabet that didn't exist in his time for this, because communication in mgs is fuckin wild]
Mm, nope. Would you give me another pour?
[He says, and only then finishes his drink and holds the cup out. JUNPEI'S THE ONE WHO NEEDS A DRINK HERE.]
Yeah. [He'll do that, letting himself think...what in the fuck would these things mean with that letter set up and combination and something they'd both know and fit the theme because--
...wait a fucking minute. He slams the cup down suddenly now that it's full.]
Holy shit. [NO. TIME TO SLUMP ON THE BAR AGAIN...except he's like. Laughing? Like a delirious man. Ahah. Hah.] Of course...Izuminokami wouldn't think it's weird because it's a fucking fish, except it's also not and that's how it fits. And the job is to lure out the others.
Right? You're supposed to pretend you don't have a role and try to attract other people to you. Or something like that.
[Somewhere, you can hear the small sound of Junpei's tears that will never escape because he's fucking expired.]
A catfish is a person who pretends to be someone else. Usually it's online, like the internet which I'm not explaining right now but it's a digital space. They steal someone else's identity, basically, to trick people into giving them information or fall in love with them. Usually they're the complete opposite of who they pretend to be.
[And now that at least ONE FUCKIN PERSON has successfully gotten that he inherited Kanesan's role, he feels like he can rest a little easier, too. This afternoon was a trip, man.]
She did! Said you could order things from Costco online and have it sent directly to your house! Haha, the future sure is something else.
Always do. [He's honored to be that one because goddamn did he earn it]
Of course she did. [He's grinning a little though.] Not just Costco though. You can order just about anything online from around the world and have it sent directly to you without ever having to go to another store ever again. It's kind of crazy.
The entire world. Beck and I are both from Earth, and the world is really big. Maybe you just don't have them yet? Don't give up hope, man. [He's joking now because he's regaining some gremlin energy but he does wonder if being in a place like this means things in other timelines will change once people return to where they came from.]
[They absolutely will, Wei Wuxian is going back to ancient China and inventing lube and condoms.]
Well! If there's a way to bring things like that back once we get out of this mess, I'll be certain to do so. That's one good thing about ending up here!
[That he now knows about COSTCO and the INTERNET.]
I don't think it's impossible, necessarily. Depends if we keep our memories when we leave this history. [Oh. This bullshit again.] But you would think we would.
[He just. Holds up his notebook he's been scribbling in.]
Not that my notes will always make sense to me later, but...I'm trying to leave an updated account of everything that's going on. You know. In case something happens.
I don't think I'd even think of it if I didn't just discover I can change timelines back home. But I keep notes for cases I'm working on and stuff anyway, so it's not that different.
I was about to say! You strike me as the sort of person who'd keep notes regardless of any timeline nonsense, you know? Even if you weren't working on anything in particular, you seem like a note-taker.
Do I? [That's fine, he's just a little bemused by that even if he can't even deny it.] I used to mostly work with numbers so that's a little surprising. I wasn't exactly a great student.
Mm! It's that meticulous air you have! Like things rarely escape your notice, you know?
[POINTING but not accusingly, it's just an aimless gesture. He taps his glass on the counter again.]
I'm sure you have plans and back-up plans for your back-up plans - or would if you could - and that it's all written somewhere in shorthand we'll all get a headache trying to parse through.
...I actually work better on impulse half the time, but there's so much here that writing it down and putting it together made more sense. But everything will be in a notebook if I die as long as you know where to look.
[His eyebrows raise a little at that, but he's still grinning, himself.]
Not surprised by that, either. Survivalists! Always thinking on their feet. [Though his grin softens just a teeny, tiny bit after.] Anyway, good as it is to be prepared, let's hope things never come to that.
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[HE IS ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED.]
I could, too - don't worry, don't worry.
[Is that really reassuring, though. Does anyone want to be up all night playing guessing games with Wei Wuxian.]
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[Scribbling.] Third letter is from the first half of the English alphabet. So A-M. [Is. Is that the first half? Sure.]
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Mm, nope. Would you give me another pour?
[He says, and only then finishes his drink and holds the cup out. JUNPEI'S THE ONE WHO NEEDS A DRINK HERE.]
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...wait a fucking minute. He slams the cup down suddenly now that it's full.]
Catfish!
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[Setting his glass down to APPLAUD JUNPEI'S EFFORT. And then taking a little victory sip, mm yes.
Anyway he only knows the fucking fish so here we are. LIKE HE ASSUMES IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH SEX IN SLANG BUT DAMN IF HE KNOWS FOR SURE.]
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Right? You're supposed to pretend you don't have a role and try to attract other people to you. Or something like that.
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Nope. [HM.] What's the other meaning, anyway? I assumed it had one but couldn't exactly go asking around for an answer without looking suspicious.
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A catfish is a person who pretends to be someone else. Usually it's online, like the internet which I'm not explaining right now but it's a digital space. They steal someone else's identity, basically, to trick people into giving them information or fall in love with them. Usually they're the complete opposite of who they pretend to be.
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[He's just gonna be here snickering to himself, a completely useless-to-Junpei existence. At least... he's not bongo-ing his head.]
Anyway, you don't have to explain that, Beck already did.
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Did Beck tell you about the internet when she told you about Costco?
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[And now that at least ONE FUCKIN PERSON has successfully gotten that he inherited Kanesan's role, he feels like he can rest a little easier, too. This afternoon was a trip, man.]
She did! Said you could order things from Costco online and have it sent directly to your house! Haha, the future sure is something else.
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Of course she did. [He's grinning a little though.] Not just Costco though. You can order just about anything online from around the world and have it sent directly to you without ever having to go to another store ever again. It's kind of crazy.
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Ah—! The entire world?! She didn't mention that part! The stores, yes, but - the world! Imagine that!
[Junpei doesn't have to, he's from the future??]
I don't know how I'm meant to survive now, knowing things like that exist but we don't have them!
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Well! If there's a way to bring things like that back once we get out of this mess, I'll be certain to do so. That's one good thing about ending up here!
[That he now knows about COSTCO and the INTERNET.]
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I don't think it's impossible, necessarily. Depends if we keep our memories when we leave this history. [Oh. This bullshit again.] But you would think we would.
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Maybe we could write notes to ourselves just in case? Well - I'm sure you're already doing that.
[Since Junpei is Junpei.]
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Not that my notes will always make sense to me later, but...I'm trying to leave an updated account of everything that's going on. You know. In case something happens.
[Like he fucking dies, he means.]
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Right, right - wouldn't expect anything less of you. Well! That's good, at least. One more thing you've already prepared for.
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[This is maybe?? A compliment???]
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[POINTING but not accusingly, it's just an aimless gesture. He taps his glass on the counter again.]
I'm sure you have plans and back-up plans for your back-up plans - or would if you could - and that it's all written somewhere in shorthand we'll all get a headache trying to parse through.
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...I actually work better on impulse half the time, but there's so much here that writing it down and putting it together made more sense. But everything will be in a notebook if I die as long as you know where to look.
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Not surprised by that, either. Survivalists! Always thinking on their feet. [Though his grin softens just a teeny, tiny bit after.] Anyway, good as it is to be prepared, let's hope things never come to that.
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