week 7 meeting

[murchada]

[welcome back to Quark’s! the doors are open. the sign is still on the wall next to the door, with a glaring new addition. a few of the tables and couches have been pushed together and bento boxes made for everyone (Riful’s is mystery meat. don’t worry about it.)

Quark and Cerejeira are both here, of course. as with the last meeting, there's paper and pens for notes. gotta get our records (ha) straight, right? although Cerejeira is dressed a little different today.

once everyone is gathered and sat down, she claps her hands... then looks a bit embarrassed about it.]

Okay, uh... [she clears her throat.] Let's get started.

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★ trial/mystery voice ☆ motive ★ the lift/new info ☆ chatter ★

Comments

[stringup]

That's the tricky part: I don't know.

[ Like as much as she wants to be able to say confidently it'll work out, she knows better than that. ]

[sweetsynergy]

[sigh]

Ugh. So basically down to hoping he's dumb enough to ignore it while also not just swatting it for shiggles. Something one of us can deliver or at least aim is probably best, then.

[stringup]

The simplest way would be to make a spherical casing, because everyone can throw a ball at the absolute least.

[sweetsynergy]

Easier to keep it under wraps until we're tossing it in Typhon's face, too.

[They can't possibly be lucky enough for him to not expect something, and a missile would definitely stand out as significant.]

...think some kind of timer is feasible, or do we set it up to detonate on impact and then handle it REALLY CAREFULLY.

[raisethemoon]

I could always handle and throw it with magic?

[ Seems a bit safer than y'all and your human hands! ]

[sweetsynergy]

Or we could do that.

[See this is why you have group brainstorms, to prevent too much of an echo chamber fixating on complicated solutions when there's something simple right there.]

Guess that makes you kind of a one-woman airforce for this.

[raisethemoon]

I have done that before, and I shall do it again!