2695/The Entrapta Financial Council Meeting

The Entrapta Financial Council Meeting
Date of Scene:	17 July 2025
Location:	Korma Chameleon
Synopsis:	A Devicer, three Senshi and one Shitennou walk into the Korma and talk about the parts of Entrapta's work that Entrapta doesn't worry about and how much they cost.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Rashmi Terios, Ami Mizuno, Setsuna Meiou, Nephrite

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's a hot and muggy afternoon on the last day of finals before summer vacation, and Mamoru is back in a yukata -- the brightest one he has, which is royal blue with gold ginkgo leaves all over it -- and he's still too hot. He takes his sun hat off and folds it up (oh my god it's such a dad thing to have) and disappears it into his voluminous sleeve somewhere, right outside the door, and then comes in.

The air conditioning blasts him in the face and he just stands there for a second as the door closes behind him. Then he trudges to the nearest free table and sits down at it, immediately taking a bottle of water out of his other sleeve and drinking the whole thing.

That gets disappeared, too, and Mamoru looks at his watch, and hopes that 'early' is early enough to dry off. Probably not.

Rashmi Terios has posed:
It's not long after that Rashmi tries to bop into the restaurant...

...*Unfortunately,* A cheery floral sundress and floppy white hat can only do so much to beat the heat. And given the oppressive mugginess of the last few days, it's less of a 'bop' and more of a 'blerp,' and when the AC smacks her in the face she drags her knee-length plait over her shoulder, to bless her neck with some of that sweet, sweet cool air.

<< Nico-kun, reminder: Ask Chrono for a couple minutes of Subzero Boundary. >>

Because being coccooned in magical ice sounds like *bliss* right about now...

When her eyes open again, and fall on Mamoru, she manages a bright, if tired, smile for the boy, and she slips into a seat across from him. "Heyyyyy, Mamo-kun..."

Ami Mizuno has posed:
Someone very blue dashed in behind Rashmi, trailing frosty mist as she made for the restroom. Then, perhaps all of thirty seconds later, Ami departed the very same restroom to straighten her uniform as though there was absolutely nothing at all amiss.

Because there wasn't. Ami had definitely been there the whole time and was in no way connected to anything else. Except Mamoru and Rashmi, who she caught with a glance and then she made her way over.

"Good afternoon." Ami smiled, sliding in beside Rashmi. "It's a little bit warm out, isn't it?"

Setsuna Meiou has posed:
Hot and muggy are most assuredly NOT Setsuna's favorite weather conditions, so days like this are ones where she REALLY wishes she could just spend the entire thing in henshin so that she can take advantage of the environmental immunity the Senshi package provides to ignore the heat and mugginess.

Sadly, the need to go to work makes that a non-starter of an option, so after having escaped the school she ditched her labcoat for the polo shirt and shorts underneath.

On one hand, this is nominally a much less stifling wardrobe choice.

On the other hand, most of her wardrobe is in dark colors...in this case a wine colored polo and black shorts.

Which means spending time in direct sunlight is...ill advised.

Thus, after pulling into the parking lot and finding a space at the Korma Chameleon, she sits in her vehicle for a few moments before getting out and powerwalking inside as fast as she can get away with.

Once inside in the cooler air, she spends a moment just inside the doorway to dump heat before looking around, spotting Mamoru and heading over to his table, arriving just behind Ami. She snags a seat and sinks down, "Everyone in favor of a big plate of samosas to snack on while we talk? And the largest coke they have. Maybe a bucket. With ice. Lots of ice."

Nephrite has posed:
When Masato arrived, he did so in very light athletic wear. Shaped tank top and a thin sweatshirt only zipped half way, with matching shorts and fine looking sneakers. Brown waves tied back with the green of Makoto's hair tie, a woven bracelet with a star on one wrist and a fitbit on the other.

A breeze seemed to enter with him, but it was lost and swept up in the forgiving cold of the AC-- it wasn't too long he'd been terribly exposed to the heat, thankfully. Much like Setsuna, his car had provided him some shelter.

He hears 'big plate of samosas' and gives a short sound of relief. "And something chilled, sparkling and lemon flavoured, with any luck..." He moves towards the table, glancing at the others and settling in next to Mamoru. "I second the ice."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Rashmi-chan," Mamoru says warmly, despite the state of absolute melt that they are both subject to. And then Ami... returns, and Mamoru watches her while smiling cautiously. "Everything all right, Ami-chan? I mean aside from the aggressive heat. No one's chasing you--?"

But there's Setsuna! He lifts a hand to salute the Senshi of Take 5, then peels himself off the back of his chair as he sits up properly. "Sounds like a plan. Thirded. Princed. Whatevered." A beat. "Any samosas that cannot be eaten at this time may be appropriated by whoever pays," he says, then starts laughing.

"Sorry the heat-- right and so we're on the same page, this is about figuring out who's paying for what, which means we need to know what she needs..."

Rashmi Terios has posed:
Ami's entrance nets the bluenette a bright smile, and the wattage turns up for Setsuna, and a *nod* is added as Masato trails in fashionably late... as if he ever did a single thing *un*fashionably. When desires are voiced, she bobs her head. "I'll be right back then," she chuckles, slipping out of her chair and heading to intercept the server.

Some gesticulation abounds, apparently describing the amount of Coke Setsuna wants, and she raises her voice to be heard as she returns. "Just tell Papi I'm hosting three more of me~!"

"Okay," she says as she slides back into her chair. "Fizzy lemon water for everyone, and I don't know everyone's lassi preference so I just got a whole assortment and we can sort it out when it gets here -- rosewater is one of the flavors so claim now if you want it -- and probably about two dozen samosas, various, more if Papi's not too overheated to think he's funny."

"So," she says, clearing her throat. "'She' being Entrapta-chan, just to make things clear. Speaking of which I'm sorry Setsuchan, but I don't think you're *ever* getting that Roomba back. But as for needs... Well... she's aiming to be a mad magical scientist, so... At least one wall needs a whiteboard. Also, tiny food. She'll never remember to eat unless the food's almost in front of her, so I'll need to talk to her phone and set up a series of reminders. ...Probably wouldn't hurt to give her phone control over the lights?"

She talks about Entrapta's phone almost like she would Nicomachea... this is already concerning.

Ami Mizuno has posed:
"I've been working through some design and layout plans." Ami confirmed for Mamoru. "She wanted space and equipment for everything from chemistry to physics to... not-really-physics-anymore-but-also-not-quite-magic-yet."

She wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brow, trying to work that over a second time in her head. Then she offered a nod. Ami was fairly certain that made sense.

"Probably the most difficult parts will be containment for her experiments and proper ventilation that doesn't--uh--" She cleared her throat. "Belch nasty mystical nonsense into the apartments or surrounding urban area."

A quick glance was tossed Rashmi's way. "We can deal with most mundane things through catalysts, but I'll probably need help finding solutions for the less mundane parts."

Setsuna Meiou has posed:
Setsuna looks over at Rashmi, then sighs overdramatically and shakes her head, "...prayers will be said for poor, departed Oombie. We shall not let his sacrifice be in vain. Long shall his name ring out in the halls of eternal housekeeping."

After clapping twice and momentarily bending her head in prayer...she then snags a drink, takes a long pull and says, "...probably best just to wire the entire space for sound and install a well-trained virtual assistant like I have in the Infirmary."

She pauses for a moment, looking over at Ami as she contributes, then sighs, "...she's JUST like poor Leonard-kun was."

She briefly rubs her brow, "...Wherever we set her up...everything needs to be double-reinforced construction and I recommend at least some of it literally be bolted down."

Nephrite has posed:
"There's a particularly good panic room company I'm aware of that also happens to do bomb shelters," Masato muses, settling in and tapping out a quick message on his phone, "But especially the ventilation system..."

He recalled the first forray into the dreamscape he'd attended, when Emi had needed help in rescuing Hinoiri fromt he corporate scum. Entrapta had been there, at least during the waking part, he recalled. "... Preferably not big enough for her to get into. I'd rather not have to think about her scurrying about through the building in vents."

A click of tongue, and sapphire eyes lifted. "But yes, absolutely no toxic fumes or other potential seepage issues. That's a must. I'd suggest a dumb waiter for food, but I'm half concerned she'd get stuck in that."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Oh, is Penelope intelligent too now? Or still proto-?" Mamoru asks Rashmi with interest, before he looks relieved at Ami and nods. He starts to ask a question, then shakes his head and looks to Setsuna. "Yeah, but we all have to promise not to be Vetinari. Kazuo says. Because I made the same comparison. Because damn."

A glance to Masato and he tilts his head. "Catra-san says she doesn't explode things. If she does I would rather she not fry in the resulting like... kiln. Is that something that can be allowed for or should I leave this to the other magical scientists? I mean just, ideally, we keep her safe too. I've already seen her electrocute herself."

His mouth twitches. "She's more likely to modify a dumbwaiter into a smartwaiter than get stuck in it, I think fortunately, but Entrapta-san's already agreed that Kazuo can set up cameras in her lab."

Rashmi Terios has posed:
"...Hoooo," Rashmi says, trying not to snicker at the Leonard reference. She has, at least, read her fair share of Discworld books, and it must be agreed that Entrapta hews closer to Leonard of Quirm then Bloody Stupid Johnson... most days. "It actually had not occurred to me how much damage she *could* do, but... she *is* at least not so much a mad chemist than she is a mad engineer? When the things she works on fail that badly, it's *generally* limited to a little bang that makes a lot of smoke... ventilation, yeah, *definitely* a top priority. Regarding her moving *through* the vents, though... I think you can take care of a lot of that by just building her a vent-shaped nook for a bed? It seems like it's more a security thing than a gremlin thing."

Glancing across the table at Ami, Rashmi grins for a moment. "And while I *can* say thanks to recent work I'm a lot *closer* to having some good magical safety features in mind... There's gonna have to be a lot of adaptation and modification, and *then* there's the engineering. So... Ventilation, reinforcement, *really good breakers,* and a bed shaped like a chunk of HVAC mounted by the ceiling..."

Trailing off, Rashmi considers this for a bit... then blinks, looking up. "U-um. I'm not sure *how* aware Penelope is, honestly... But I tend to err on the side of Devices, so."

Ami Mizuno has posed:
It was such a sad state of things that Ami, romance novel enthusiast as she was, had absolutely no capacity to understand the Discworld references at play. There was enough presence of mind for her to recognise that they might be speaking about someone Leonardo Da Vinci adjacent, but that was about as far as she got.

She did not read western satirical fantasy. But, she smiled at Setsuna none-the-less.

A short nod followed before the blue haired senshi indicated Masato with a tilt of her head. "Getting people in who specialise in panic rooms and bomb shelters probably covers the majority of our reinforcement and ventilation needs. Absolutely."

It really was the less mundane things that held Ami's concern.

"There are two major obstacles to replicating Device concepts with Earth-based technologies. Otherwise, in principle, we could come pretty close." If she could have, Ami would have wrinkled her nose in five-dimensional consternation. "At this stage, I don't have any good solutions off-hand. Then again, I've only been working at it for a week or so."

Setsuna Meiou has posed:
Setsuna glances over at Mamoru, "I wouldn't trust myself to be Vetenari unless we had a suitable Vimes to go along with, and sadly, I'm not sure we actually do."

She pauses, then shakes her head, "...more's the pity."

The greenhaired woman then blinks and shakes her head as the rest of the reference finally sinks into her head, "OH! You thought I was talking about Leonard of QUIRM. No. No, I wasn't..."

She trails off for a moment before tilting her head, "...though to be fair, that comparison's just as apt. I was talking about that nice young man from Vinci."

Another pull of her drink is taken, "...most of these ideas sound pretty good...though it occurs to ask...would she regard a 'don't do this' list as a suggestion checklist?"

Nephrite has posed:
Masato very clearly and evidently has hit a point of being unable to follow the conversation, in various trails, and relegates himself to looking handsome instead. He nods to Rashmi, supposing that this expertise-- HVAC style habitat, and what not, to prevent vent scurrying-- is a servicable solution.

"Right. Right... Well, whatever keeps her out of the walls, then." His brows rise and fall, conceding the point.

He hums at Setsuna, though. "I wouldn't risk giving any accidental inspirations or cause to create a challenge out of it. I generally expect that, if I tell Jadeite or Zoisite not to do something, they absolutely will-- and in worse ways than I thought."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"But-- that's the joke..." Mamoru trails off, mystified, and then shakes his head. "I think you've lost me and Masa-kun both," he says apologetically, and then proceeds to start drinking fizzy lemon because it has arrived, right, perhaps? Also water. But the fizzy lemon with sugar, and the salt in the samosas (he adds salt after the first bite), and he's got his proper hydration with electrolytes and everything! Win.

"Okay," he says after there is a little color back in his face and he has downed two glasses of fizz. "So there's going to be construction, the safe room company... there's going to be her actual equipment... and there's going to be ongoing utilities consumption unless things can be powered by magic somehow. Wait--"

Mamoru frowns. "Okay also, there is a spare barrier-only device floating around. It's small and crappy as far as barriers go, it was only as big as the gym. I think Inai-sensei should still have it, even after she upgraded with the one she got from Yuuhi-san."

Rashmi Terios has posed:
"Oh she's talking about Actual da Vinci-sensei," Rashmi says around a laugh of understanding. "Okay yes that too! And... while she wouldn't see it as a *challenge,* the real problem would be getting her to remember it ten minutes later after three different theories have occurred to her," she says with a shrug, picking up a cardamom lassi and just... holding it, against her forehead, before draining half the glass without pause for breath.

"Phwaaaaa... wait what." The look Rashmi turns on Mamoru isn't... *exactly* like Riventon, if only because desperate puppydog-eyes are *slightly* different from naked, possessive greed. "She's got a standalone Barrier and she's not using it anymore?! And you can get it?! And install it?! I want??? Please?????"

...Mamoru may have made a mistake.

Ami Mizuno has posed:
Oh dear. Ami wasn't entirely certain she'd seen Rashmi quite so excited before. It brought a smile to her features even as she vanished a samosa some how and followed it up with a mouthful of lemon-flavoured fizziness. It was very real lemon, too. Enough to garner a mild shake of her head. It was surprise, as evidenced by the way she stared at the glass for a moment, rather than anything that might indicate disapproval.

Ami blinked a couple of times.

"That will probably work for an initial solution quite well actually, Mamoru-kun." Ami turned a smile his way. "Though, I suspect Rashmi-san might try to steal it once you're done with it."

Ami shifted her attention to the Shitennou with an agreeable nod.

"Yes. I got the impression that Entrapta-san does not make long term plans very well. She is very much caught within the whimsy of her immediate enthusiasms."

Setsuna Meiou has posed:
Setsuna nods and listems to the various comments, "Oh, yes. EXACTLY like Leonard-kun." Emphasis is added by pointing to Ami's perfect description, "Anyhow...I think we've got a pretty good bead on what she'll need in the way of facilities...the other question then is WHERE we're going to do this...and it kind of sounds like a purpose-built facility might be best."

Nephrite has posed:
The refreshing citrus is tipped up and back with a good few gulps, but he watched Rashmi for a long moment. The raw enthusiasm, the sparkle in her eyes.

"I'm something of a whimsical fellow myself. It's probably why I'm venturing money towards... arguably reasearch and development labs for an alien." He tutted, and peered into his drink. "Especially where I live."

A glance at Setsuna follows. "If this evolves into an entire floor of the apartment building I really wouldn't be surprised."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"It's technically school property, since K--" he stumbles, "Inai-sensei got it from the Headmistress," he finishes, making a face. It's a face like what on earth have I gotten into. It's a face like 'ell oh ell I'm in danger'. "So I can't actually lay claim to it. If you steal it, on your own conscience be it. But yeah, I can lay my hands on it, and she knows how to install it. Or you do, obviously. But I don't. Kazuo will want to know about all of this as relates to security, too, but that's a different meeting."

His head turns to Setsuna. "Oh, that's my financial contribution, the space. We're planning on her own fire escape door so people can visit her whenever, without having to go through the building, but she'll be close by and easy to monitor and watch out for. That's why all the incredible amounts of talking about construction in an existing building."

He sips his lemon fizz and stuffs another samosa in his mouth. He's also reaching to sliiiide over a cardamom lassi that isn't Rashmi's over to himself. "The other thing I was thinking was that we should probably actually make it a trust, Masa-kun, there's already one for the building itself. If you could help set that up too, that'd be amazing..."

He trails off as he looks at the middle of the table, then boggles. "Oh wow Rashmi-chan you really said twenty four samosas and they're really almost gone--? I'll go make eyes at Papi and he'll be desperate to have you back~"

Ami does, in fact, get her sandesh in the end.