.:A Brief Interlude:.
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. ))
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.

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.




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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]
no subject
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?
no subject
It's a problem when you're acting like you're dead...are you sick or something?
no subject
... I don't know. I feel fine. It's just been like this, lately.
no subject
[Stop, stop. Stand up taller. Show that strength that drew Sinclair to you]
no subject
( Not accusatory - just a vague remark, his gaze fallen to where Sinclair has taken him up. )
no subject
no subject
( Probablt... he'd fall, he thinks. But slowly his gaze traces from Sinclair's hands up his arms to his face.
... )
... But... I don't want to scare you.
( Very slightly, there seems to be a flicker of life in his eyes. )
no subject
I'm scared right now. So stand. And walk. All on your own.
[If he lets go, will Mithrun fall?]
no subject
He is quiet, for a time. And then, Sinclair may feel the slightest impulse of movement - a jerk, and a shift. Mithrun grasping, vaguely, to take Sinclair's arms by each hand, as support - and he tries, though faltering, to stand.
He manages, gradually. It's not enough desire to keep him moving often the way revenge was, but it's enough to get him up on his feet right now. Despite all his misgivings, he does love Sinclair.
He's still using Sinclair's arms for support, his stand a little shaky, but he seems to be looking at his grip on Sinclair - expecting Sinclair to step away so he can try it on his own. He's trying - that's something, right? )
no subject
...I wont let you fall.
[So, keep standing and walk ]
no subject
Vaguely, he nods. )
... Okay.
( It won't be easy, but... for Sinclair, he'll try. )
no subject
Of course it wont be easy. But he believes in Mithrun]
no subject
He turns his gaze to Sinclair.
Then, he approaches him - a few steps forward, all on his own. )
... Better?
( Not scared? )
no subject
Yeah. Better. So much better.
no subject
... I'll keep standing, then. I can try.
no subject