.: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. ))

Comments

[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. )

[gluttoning]

That's okay. It's better than being on the floor. I promise.

[He'll lean down to scoop behind Mithrun's shoulders, easing him up to a sitting position.]

Do you think it would be easier if someone kept you company?

[tablescraps]

( He mostly leans his weight on Barrett... )

... Maybe. My head feels clearer with other people around.

[gluttoning]

Hm.

I can carry you around for a little? It would be bad if you missed out on things like this.

[You can't snoop if you're pretending to be a worm baking in the sun.]

[tablescraps]

( 🥺 HOMIE... his ears perk up )

... Yes. I was trying to listen, but...

( His motive for being here is kind of abstract, so it's kind of hard to use the desire runoff to actually maintain operation... He's trying, though...!

He glances vaguely about the room, before his gaze returns to Barrett. )

... A lot's been going on. ( In Fragment, in general. ) I barely noticed.

[gluttoning]

[He nods - that's as good of a response as he feels he will get from Mithrun like this.]

Then let's get you places you can listen better.

[Up they go into a bridal carry, fairly easy with how small Mithrun is. Barrett whistles for Basque, waiting for the dog to catch on that they're Going Somewhere before looking back down at Mithrun.]

Do you mean because of how you've been feeling? Or something else?

[tablescraps]

( Small and light and buoyant (probably. drown him to be sure); he seems to get comfortable where he is, closing his eyes briefly.

Thinking... )

... How I've been feeling, I think. But it's been getting better. I still don't know what to do with myself, but... People help, I think. It's a weird feeling.

[gluttoning]

Mm. A lot of things have been feeling weird lately. [...]

You were really motivated before. Or... more motivated than this, I guess.

[He wonders if this is closer to how Mithrun had been after his accident. A little more purposeless, to an extreme extent.

How crippling it must have been.]

We'll figure it out. Okay?

[tablescraps]

( He nods. getting back to this thread just to wrap it up with a ting of irony, )

... Okay. Together.

( At least he can still smile. )

[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... )

[insinning]

[This is already a jail for Sinclair so, honestly, legit]

Um. Why are you on the floor? I thought you'd be more interested in the information people are sharing.

[He'll just reach down and take Mithrun's hand and, haul him up. He's actually pretty sturdy despite not being much taller than Mithrun]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's easy and light enough to haul up, but he wobbles forward, not totally supporting his own weight, half hunched and bent-kneed, as if he might melt down into the floor again.

Despite this, he doesn't protest Sinclair pulling him up. )

... I'm fine where I am. But I'm trying to listen. Is that a problem?

[insinning]

[He'll grab Mithrun by the shoulders to hold him upright. He doesn't like this]

It's a problem when you're acting like you're dead...are you sick or something?

[tablescraps]

( limp, slack, )

... I don't know. I feel fine. It's just been like this, lately.

[insinning]

...I really hate seeing you like this. I thought you were done with that. Letting other people move you as they pleased.

[Stop, stop. Stand up taller. Show that strength that drew Sinclair to you]

[tablescraps]

... Aren't you doing that right now?

( Not accusatory - just a vague remark, his gaze fallen to where Sinclair has taken him up. )

[insinning]

I am. I wish you could push me away if you wanted to. [ Firm, sharp] But I'm scared now. If I let go, will you choose to stand? Or will you fall over again?

[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... )

[glassbell]

[ Let him lie doggo, he's not some amnesiac hero in a field, but a trapped mmo player after hitting a speed bump. ]

Oh, my bad. I get if it's not worth healing, but do you want to get up? Your friend is... Haha, very insistent.

[ The nosing is very ticklish and Furin relents, getting up in a sitting position. And now... Poking Mithrun from a safe spot that wasn't kicked. ]

[tablescraps]

I don't really want to do anything.

( Basque seems content Furin is up and all right, wagging her tail happily. Still, she casts a worried dog gaze to Mithrun, a small whine leaving her. Definitely concerned.

Mithrun, for his part, doesn't seem to react to the poking. )

Am I in your way?

[glassbell]

Not really. I think that's bound to happen in a space with a lot of people.

[ Somehow the fact he's so honest about being a lump makes Fuurin laugh though. ]

Feel free to lie down then, I might just play with your dog for a bit

[ The important bits of this meeting have passed, Basque is now the most important meeting member. ]