.: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]

( ? )

... Harald Hoerwick.

( He says it with ease!

But then he clicks his tongue, tail flicking, agitated. He presses a palm to his head, sucking in a breath. )

... What... are you looking for...?

[insinning]

[ As Hani put it]

Glitch hunting. I guess.

[tablescraps]

( He rubs his head... )

... Who do you know can't say... his name?

[insinning]

Makoto.

[tablescraps]

Who?

[worldbent]

[right in front of his salad]

[tablescraps]

( who??? mr OHkoto???? )

[insinning]

Oh. 0koto.

[Just pointing ]

[worldbent]

[A frown. Then a squint. Then a deeper frown.]

Say it again.

[His tone is strangely sharp...]

[tablescraps]

( There's a resistant silence for a sharp moment - the probably familiar look of someone who seems keen to refuse. He studies Matoba, like he's studying his motive, before he finally parts his lips: )

... Harald Hoerwick— Ah.

( He gasps, pained, eyes screwing shut as he kneads his palm against his forehead, like he'd experienced sudden feedback, and it's resounding still in his head. For someone who doesn't usually register the pain he's in, it's especially difficult to deal with. )

[worldbent]

[After Misteaks' response, he's waiting eagerly for this one.]

[And, it disproves the most obvious possible theory, which apparently delights Matoba.]

[He leans towards Mithrun and gives him a little tap on the nose.] Good testing. Thank you.

[tablescraps]

( He wrinkles his nose a little. His voice a little strained bc ow, his head: )

... Can you say his name?

[worldbent]

I cannot.

[tablescraps]

( ! )

Since you spoke to DV— ( his brows furrow, lips pursing, ) ... in your inbox, or since later than that?

[worldbent]

Hm? I'm not quite certain. I learned of the name much later than those inbox messages.

[His eyes narrow viciously.] But you already knew that, Mithrun-san.

[insinning]

[WATCHING THIS thank you grandpa for getting in on this testing]

...when did you learn this?

[What the hell]

[worldbent]

[GRANDPA HOW DARE YOU??]

Hm? When did I learn what?

[insinning]

That people couldn't say that name.

[More mandarins for grandpa]

[worldbent]

Oh, just recently, actually. When I told Oriade-kun about it, it seems that my message came across as unreadable.

So I chose a different method.

[insinning]

Ah. But why? When just then, Mithrun was able to say it without any problems. But now...

[Sinclair is avoiding it for now but]

[worldbent]

Hahaha, do you call that "without any problems"?

[He jerks a thumb back at Mithrun and Steaks both writhing in pain over there.]

[insinning]

What changed though...? He was just able to say it...until. Now.

[Looking at Makoto with a frown]

[worldbent]

That, I cannot answer.

But perhaps Mithrun-san can enlighten us. [He's quite eager to learn, himself!]

[insinning]

Harald Hoerwick...no, I can still say it without pain.

[ What is happening? ]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

... I learned about H— ( ah, ah, ah, ah, second palm to the head, a ringing... the sentence cuts off and restarts in the middle of somewhere else: ) ... his father... ( and then again: ) Zelkova's brother—

( That might be all you're getting out of him right now. He's on that couch with his knees drawn up and his hands to his forehead, as if to soothe the pain. )