Sunday September 10, 2017
Afternoon
The scene is Doose's Cafe, a pleasant, lightly upscale cafe nestled in a corner of downtown. The entire place was just a little bit small, but otherwise felt quite nice. The cafe was about three-quarters full, with most residents sitting around and lazing away on a chilly September afternoon.

Sanae arrived first, of course. She had quite a habit of doing that. The other members of the group [presumably] walked in one by one later, and presumably got something to warm up with--or, barring that, something to occupy themselves with while talking. There was a light sea of conversation that served as the usual backdrop to the cafe--if nothing else, it'd at least lower the chances that someone'd accidentally say something that, while making complete sense in context, seemed objectionable outside of it. So that was nice, at least.

Either way, there were a lot of details from the previous night that, honestly, deserved a bit of attention.

There had been a bit more information making its way around the rumour mill earlier that day--apparently details of the stabbing victim had gotten out. You had a name (which, admittedly, wasn't particularly familiar), and an idea of occupation--the guy was apparently a local emissions standard inspector (that is to say, by the sounds of it, he enforced environmental regulations on businesses.) The news was that it was definitely a stabbing, with some sort of knife--though the weapon was, predictably, yet to be found. Given the circumstances, it'd be highly unlikely that it'd ever be found. So that was bad.

Of course, there were more matters, such as Otherworld, or that lock in Otherworld, or... well, the point was, there were a lot of issues. That's what discussion was for, probably. To figure out what to do about these issues. Chart a course through these unknown waters, you know. That was the plan, anyways.