let's sync up!

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy hasn't actually been around a lot, but he has been having a lot of long conversations with the SQUIP because they, unfortunately, are in possession of a bunch of information and a weirdly unique situation that means they kind of understand some things about this whole being dead thing.

So late Tuesday afternoon, the SQUIP will be wandering around and informing everyone that they should all convene in the dining hall. Unlike a lot of other meetings, Jeremy's a garbage teenage boy who's provided uh. There's some grilled cheese and Minion mugs full of water. You're welcome.

Oh, he's also laid out a whole Pepe wall's worth of notes and shit on the table. You might wanna ask about that first.]

Um, hey. So, uh. Well, I mean - have you, uh. That's the SQUIP and it's gonna be quiet [Jeremy glares at the SQUIP.] but uh. I just. We thought. Have you ever really thought about being dead?

[Oh god, he's gonna ruin his own meeting, isn't he?]

Comments

[beejfq]

Constantly. [Yes, your old buddy Beej is here and yes, he's sitting criss-cross applesauce in the middle of the table.] I got a whole song about it, wanna hear?

[isawallflower]

[ ...Do you ever just.

Simultaneously want to save someone, and also see them crash and burn? ]

Jeremy.

I think all we've been able to do is think about being dead.

[justmeheere]

Beej, please. I'm trying. I'm trying to have a serious meeting!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[You got this, Jeremy. Sigyn believes in you.

She holds up a stack of letters]

These are from the first week Jonny and I were here. I tried to contact the Phantom through the drop box, but someone else replied.

At first I thought it might be BJ, but I'm not sure.

[beejfq]

You asked, I answered, J-man. If there's anyone here who knows about being dead, it's me.

[But he guesses he'll be good. He'll just (literally) zip his lips and sit here.]

[justmeheere]

No, I mean - [He shuffles some papers around.] I'm trying - why's the SQUIP even here? Like. Like it's just computer code! It. I mean you can make the argument we, like, share? A soul or whatever, but then like. Why's it.

[He just gestures helplessly at it.]

[justmeheere]

Wait, no. Actually how - what, uh. Computers don't die.

[That was really coherent, thanks Jeremy.]

[beejfq]

[BJ tilts his head curiously, running that whole sentence through several filters before unzipping his mouth.]

Yeah and-?

[isawallflower]

I... [ ? ?? ? ] I mean, I don't...get it, but- we're ghosts, right? Un...resolved issues, or whatever? I've been haunting everyone like, so much.

[ She's still thinking about the talk with the Phantom...... ]

We're- that means we're ghosts. Right?

[itsfromjapan]

He's asking why I'm present as a "ghost," as it were.

[Jeremy glares at the SQUIP but also. Yes. That.]

[mcfife]

I expected that I wouldn't be able to think.

[Hi, Angus is here and is playing around with a small roll of fabric.]

[beejfq]

Oh! Other than the narrative convenience? Dunno.

But you should count yourself lucky, Squid, you could've ended up in a roomba on a beach.

[justmeheere]

Okay, but like. Like I said - it's a musical, right? We're in a musical. We all agree on that part?

[Jeremy .............. is trying. There's an attempt at communication.]

[isawallflower]

How do those things have anything to do with each other?

[itsfromjapan]

Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. SQUIP. [In case we were wondering about who was making Jeremy correct people.] If it's simply narrative convenience, retaining my form as Keanu Reeves but separating me from Jeremy seems easiest.

[justmeheere]

There's, like. You don't die for real, on stage. So what if we're like. Musical ghosts, but not. Y'know. Ghost-ghosts? Maybe?

[justmeheere]

I mean, he's. He's right there. Beej, did you write these or did Chewie's Leia or is there, like, a completely different random person involved here?

[isawallflower]

[ Riley just. Geeeently puts her hands together. ]

Jeremy. I took a swan dive from a catwalk and probably broke every bone in my body. It sure as hell felt like I died, for real.

[isawallflower]

--Who the heck is Chewie?

[isawallflower]

[ ...She also expected to be, like, literally burning in hell, so. Angus does have a point. ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn was just about to ask this, thank you Riley]

[justmeheere]

My. The, uh. The phone person. They said I could call them Chewie.

[mcfife]

Is that Roomba sentient? [His other sworn enemy is not forgotten.]

[isawallflower]

You...kept talking to the phone person? And got something actually useful?

[justmeheere]

Yeah, but that's us. Think. Think about. It's like virtual reality, right? You. It feels real. It looks real. But it's just. Fake, you know?