(this meeting barely started and he's already in a headache. at least, behind the bar, he's sitting in his wheelchair, comfortably, it's easier to duck and grab whatever he can throw from behind it. with eyes, with simple knowledge of existing, he communicates with chuuya. shouldn't be that hard to formulate an unspoken plan on the spot if everyone decides to go array -- which he hopes otherwise, please, be rational!!!!!

the third shot might as well go down his throat. his fingers tap tap tap the counter, a message for fyodor's ears only, cryptographed to the moon and back, morse and their language meshed into nonsense. 'i'm going to need your help,' he sends into the air to echo. many little communications happen in plain sight.

either way, he should just get this over with.)

Alright. You all probably know each other, if you don't, now you do, la-di-dah, one big pile of mess! Fun, fun, fufufu...! So, as I have prefaced to all of you, old and new, and old-new, as soon as we arrived here, Chuuya, myself, Nikol, and Fyodor put an agreement in place. It's time to review this, so we can ensure our survival rate, and most importantly, our return home in one piece. So far, well, little issues, but I will say none that weren't, uh, all fun and games, or not our fault, so they don't count. First of all, I would like to ask what are we willing and unwilling to offer so no one stabs one another. I'll review the terms of the agreement right afterwards-- ugh, did someone bring snacks?