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Who: OPEN (Including to all the new characters who app throughout the month)
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: There are meetings at various times during the week, whatever works for your character between 8 am and 10 pm
Where: There are meetings at various locations around NYC, whatever works for your character
Rating/Warnings: We ask that players put appropriate warning labels in the subject lines of their threads as they become necessary

There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts, muffins, bagels, and cookies; coffee, lemonade, water, and because one of the Different asked for it, hot chocolate. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all.

Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending.

The space is a local rec center. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. Maybe they are reminiscent of the public school you attended in your youth?

Why are you here? Curiosity? Maybe the Bureau official will say something that will help you make sense of things? The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food.

How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience.

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"What, you think you wouldn't have noticed me before?" Jecht smirked, well aware he tended to stand out in a crowd. "Yeah. This really... you know." Everything it was supposed to be, and not one giant laugh at his expense?

"I might have. For your height, if nothing else." Not that there weren't plenty of people in this world who weren't far taller than she was.

"This is really real," Yotsuyu responded, sighing a bit. "More than you know." After all, by now? She'd even been to another world, not that she was about to volunteer that to the man. He seemed as if he were having a hard enough time dealing, as it were. "Yotsuyu Naeuri. And you are?"

She's definitely outing herself here. Not A Sports Fan. Nor does she live with any, as it were...

"The name's Jecht." He drew himself up, jabbing at his chest with a thumb while grinning. "Kinda guessed you weren't the football sort. Actually... kinda glad no one here seems to be."

That'd really make this embarrassing.

Football, hm? Yotsuyu assumes American football, since they're in New York, after all. If it weren't, he'd likely say soccer. It's a tidbit she files away for later, even as she makes herself a much-needed cup of coffee...

And comes back with a delicate bowl of lemon sherbet.

Yotsuyu lets out a shriek and tosses said delicate bowl of sherbet into the air--where the cup of coffee returns to its proper form. She makes a grab for it, but only manages to upend it, splattering both herself and Jecht with the contents.

It might be an interesting experience, in any case; when enraged, Yotsuyu has a vocabulary like a sailor.

"Agh!"

Jecht ducked behind his arms, getting worked up for half a second as he thought she'd just hucked a dessert at him. But then she grabbed for it, and coffee went everywhere despite it not being coffee a moment ago, and she was swearing.

"What the hell was that?!" he finally managed, far more confused than angry now.

"Insanity," Yotsuyu hissed, mostly to herself. She was making a concerted attempt to control her temper, even as she clawed at the napkins on a nearby table, plucking a handful up and thrusting them at him, before claiming some for herself.

"Damnation," she swore to herself, before dropping the damp napkins into the nearest trash can. She sighed, rifling through her purse and pulling out a business card, handing it over to him.

"I'm certain you'll have to dry clean that, but you can send me the bill." Yotsuyu sighed at that, but it was her own fault. "Do I know why that turned into lemon sherbet? No. But I haven't been able to use my French press for a week." And really, if she went without coffee for any longer, she was like to lose her mind.

"Your coffee. Turns into --" Jecht was so busy struggling with the ramifications of this that he accepted the card unthinkingly. His shirt was the last thing on his mind right now! "You gotta be kidding," he said, obviously not thinking she was. He'd pretty much just seen it happen, right? "That's crazy."

Yotsuyu scowled up at the taller man. "I did not do this on purpose," she hissed. But at least he said it was crazy, without the implications that she was crazy. Because she damn well was not, and she knew it!!

"And it has not happened like this all my life, it started recently. And I hope, by all the kami, that it will stop soon!"

Seven hells, she missed her coffee!

Jecht let out a ragged sigh, hanging his head slightly as he rubbed the thick muscles of his neck with one hand.

"I don't even know what to think. I just got here... plenty of plans, lots of opportunities, and now all this happened."

Yotsuyu scowled, then, almost glaring up at Jecht. She didn't particularly want the reminders either--she'd only come to check up on a few people, but she at least had some sympathy for lost souls...and the man certainly was that.

"If you have any talent at acting, do that. Pretend it does not exist. That it did not happen. Do not think about it. Likely it will be better for those plans and opportunities you have, if you do not."

"Heh. Kinda hard when I end up showing up here, right?" He'd have been perfectly fine pretending it was just some weird hallucination, but no, someone had to grab him and explain a whole bunch of crazy crap to him!

Yotsuyu shook her head, making a curt gesture with one hand. "If you are not missing anything, your handlers or employers should not care what you do on your own time. If my employer asked what I was doing here, should he find out? I would tell him that this was a support group for smoking cessation, and not say another word about it. He did not hire me for what I do in my free time!"

Nor was it any of his business, in Yotsuyu's opinion.

Jecht let out a chuckle, cynical but legitimately amused. "You kiddin' me? No one outside of this meeting's gonna hear a damn thing about it or anything else that came up. No weird memories, no crazy agency, no coffee sherbet, nothing. I don't need anyone to tell me that. It's ME not thinkin' about it that's not gonna happen!"

Yotsuyu gave a snort of amusement, then. Yes, what he was suggesting was eminently sensible, and a path she herself adhered to. But she lifted a finger at him, then.

"That in itself is sensible. You need to work things out for yourself, do you not? Gods know I do--and I have spent many a sleepless night, attempting to do that."

Though the same gods knew that her son likely did as much, or more, than she did. She shook her head at that, almost rueful.

"Heh. Not gonna lie, this meeting ain't exactly helping me cope with all this!" Well, it did help hearing other people had the same damn problems with it all that he did. That was something.

"I should hope that it helps to know you aren't the only one enduring such nonsense," Yotsuyu said. It did her, at least, though she'd been dealing with all this for longer.

Did not make it any easier to take, however...

"Mmm. Yeah. There's that." If it was just him, he might -- well, he wasn't sure, honestly. It wasn't and he was gonna focus on that. "Not like it's great there's a few of us, either."