.:A Brief Interlude:.

[ganymed]

Who: Ganymede and people.
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.
MAC ANU ~ GANYMEDE'S MCMANSION



The everpresent afternoon sunset hangs, echoing picturesque across the glass windows apparent at each spot within the large building. In a large room full of tables and what not are heaps of various cuisine settled here or there. Seafood, pastas, drinks, the like; Mediterranean style so if nobody likes that...gomen.

Ganymede has made it clear that he prefers people to be here in order to get themselves together. Sorted, somehow. They're all acting with a sort of independence he seems disinterested in disturbing, but he wants the prospect of potential solutions to be floated along.

If someone has new information they can share, well, it is encouraged. If not, he hopes that they will at least participate in some way.

It now begins.

 

(( OOC Note: People will not be attacked by monsters once within the McMansion, including pool area. ))

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GENERAL TALK

[ganymed]

[ General Talk. For people starting food fights in the background or whatever, though Ganymede will hunt people for sport if it gets out of hand. ]

[justonezero]

[Nanashi is here and helping himself to the food! Though when he spots other characters, he greets them with a warm:]

Hi! Isn't this place awesome?

[-No, seriously, if your character has talked to him before there's something more lively about him now. Like he's more present and grounded, less detached and floaty.]

[secondthoughts]

[ Oh, it's the boy he told to LOG OUT AND NEVER COME BACK.

But, in a way, maybe it's a good thing he stuck around. Considering he's the only other Harvest Cleric (willing to heal). And a quick inspect—max level in the time he's been out? Nice. ]

Hey.

[ How old is he? It doesn't matter. Have a little glass of wine, child. ]

Sorry.

[justonezero]

[Sir he's seventeen.]

-? For what?

And, uh. I'm still underage?

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's dressed in a funky new skin - short shorts and thigh highs with heels as always (let me have this), but, also, cat ears and tail? Taking a page out of GW2's outfit skins, we see. They swish about him and flick with stimulus on occasion, clearly real enough.

Anyway, unlike what you'd expect of someone annoying about gathering Plot Lore like him, you can find him mostly strewn about various places in the guest areas - strewn about as in literally laid down across couches, across floors, etc.

He seems to come to life on occasion to interact, and he seems sometimes to even be listening even when he's just kinda lying down like this, but, otherwise... try not to trip? He's probably underfoot right now!

Though, there's a chance a nearby fluffy black labrador - Basque - will bark at you the second before you trip over him and die. Say thanks to Basque. Say thanks to her anyway if she warns you too late and you trip over Mithrun anyway. )

[gluttoning]

[Basque gets a pat on the head as Barrett kneels down to Mithrun strewn on the floor, reaching to stroke his hair.]

You're going to get hurt if you stay right here, you know.

[But he's had a few days to see Morgan in action (or, rather, lacking action), so this doesn't seem to be much of a surprise.

A beat, and he gives Morgan a slight smile.]

I'm gonna move you. Okay? Just to one of the chairs.

[tablescraps]

( He closes his eyes for a moment as Barrett pets his hair, tip of his tail wagging a lil bit as he does.

Eyes slowly open... )

... Sure. But I don't really feel like sitting...

( It's a roulette whether he'll find the will to actually sit up when placed, but he seems a little more activated with someone talking to him. )

[insinning]

Ah, thanks Basque,--

[He nearly stepped on Mithrun what the hell.

Hi Mithrun, Sinclair hasn't spoken to you since his horror dungeon run from hell]

...Mithrun?

[tablescraps]

( you ABANDON miette? you KICK miette??? jail! jail for sinclair!! jail for One Thousand Years!!!!

Mithrun's one good eye rolls up to look at him. )

... Yes?

( He asks, like this is normal. Despite their hell experience, his tail curls up at the tip a lil. Homie... )

[glassbell]

[ There was indeed a Mithrun underfoot. What follows is comedy. And pain. ]

Not the ground again... Ow.

[ Sprawled out. Undignified like the play dead emote. There is a cute barking dog. Furin reaches out his hand to pet Basque while still face down. ]

Sorry, did I kick you?

[ Muffled, but he's talking to Mithrun. ]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's body sure feels the impact, but Mithrun doesn't seem to react, despite it. Basque, now that Mithrun is no longer being Kicke, is happy for the pets, nosing at Furin as if to inform him there are better places to sleep than on the ground, you know, )

... Yes.

( No reason to deny it. )

I'm fine, though. Even though it hurts.

( Talk about mixed signals... )

[dissimulative]

[ The two things that Oria had anything to contribute were kindly passing a message to Hien and confirming that he could say the man's name without issue.

Other than that, he's just quietly listening in on everyone's conversations. This is a public space, after all. And wow, he is learning so much today. The pains of being a playable mod character. But he's also analyzed a lot of things based on who said what words, and boy. He's not liking how this looks like. ]

I'm glad I'm in the loop now, but this is a lot more than I expected...

[ He's also behaving and only eating a single normal portion of food so that everyone else can eat too. This stuff is good. He'll have to get recipes out of Ganymede later. ]

[fluorite]

[ What's up, fellow mod character?

Fai is here, though he's been uncharacteristically quiet this entire time. He's not in a very good mood, as it were. ]

Who knew so much was going on right in front of us? Maybe I should pay more attention...

[dissimulative]

Sometimes we're just wrapped up in our own problems to notice the big picture.

[ But now that he sees Fai and that he's clearly not his usual chipper self... I guess I don't have to use the inbox thread now?? ]

... You okay? Did you hear something that you didn't like?

[ Since there's plenty of that going around right now. ]

scuffle aftermath

[insinning]

[ After the scuffle and some time after Hani has been taken care of to the best of their ability, Sinclair retreats to a quieter part of the McMansion and just lays down, curled up in his oversized hooded coat from his deluxe craft and his Pomchi in his arms. He's so Done]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria doesn't follow Sinclair immediately, but he eventually gets to where he is after things have quieted down a bit. ]

Emil.

[ His voice is quieter than usual as he taps his shoulder. ]

[insinning]

[It's a mixture of things. The fallout with Misteaks, whatever had happened to Mithrun to turn him into that...

He lifts his head a little, peeking out from his hood]

Oria...

[Just patting the spot next to him]

...I really wasn't expecting any of that to happen.

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Well. That could have gone far better.

Albedo approaches quietly, and holds out a glass of water. ]

[insinning]

...thank you.

[He startles when Albedo approaches - he hadn't expected anyone but Oria or Michel to come find him, honestly. He accepts the glass of water and sips slowly. It's calming]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel isn't free from the chaos for a bit either. But it should be no surprise to hear his quiet footsteps as he makes his way to where Sinclair has curled himself up.

Sinclair looks cozy enough there. But rng keeps gifting Michel with any number of capes. He reaches up to unclasp the one he's wearing and tosses it over Sinclair like a blanket. ]

There are better rooms to sleep in.

[ Ganymede would probably forgive his presumption for offering, even though it isn't his home. ]

[insinning]

[ah. Michel. He yelps a little as the cape falls on top of him, but he holds it close]

Thank you--

[...Michel. What in the world.

You know what, Sinclair wont question the full leather? outfit. It's also very Michel in a very strange way.]

...but it's okay. I'm not sleepy. Just tired.

after da fight(s)

[bleatingedge]

[In walks Leo, incredibly late with a stack of snacks for others to enjoy. He went into 'full care' mode without even thinking that he's entering someone else's house. Oh well!]

Hey everyone, sorry for being late. I wanted to make sure- [There's a tension in the air he can't quite parse.] -we had enough to eat. What the hell happened??

[insinning]

[y yeah...


Sinclair would normally be more helpful but he's too busy staring off into the distance, hood over his head, pomchi in his arms radiating "leave me alone, please" vibes. Sorry Leo. Gotta find someone more talkative. He might note the faint bruise on Sinclair's forehead though]

[aphonik]

[ Well, he's been...here. Soaking up information and disassociating, mostly, since he's had little to share himself. Weird voices aside.

And now people are just fucking brawling?? He doesn't feel particularly strongly one way or another, given his feelings towards parties involved, and he does enjoy watching people duke it out; this time it just feels off.

Dosei is just going to be sitting far off from the blast zone, but anybody who decides to come near will get a side-eye and a dismissive flash of hand signs. ]

<< Well, this is a fucking shitshow. >>

[tot]

[ he is so extremely valid for thinking that this is one huge shitshow because wow. did things just start to seem to just happen at an escalated rate?? apparently it's dangerous territory to stan lily in this group.

but tragically neither his side-eye or the hand signs seem to deter her—in part because she doesn't understand hand signs. that is not a language she has learned, however, it's not as though she needed to since his face says it all. ]

Things certainly have deviated from the purpose of this meeting. Or, well, shed some light about how we've all been handling things.