.: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

[insinning]

...are you okay?

[ Misteaks is so stoic normally...]

[gluttoning]

M-mn.

[A nod, shallow, though he winces at the motion and brings a hand up to press at the bridge of his nose.]

Head hurts. I'll be fine.

[insinning]

I'll get you some water.

[Hmmmmmmm]

[gluttoning]

[Another nod, though he won't speak further. All of his focus is now on his headache, it seems.]

[insinning]

[Glass of water for one Misteaks. He wont interrogate him any further right now. Sorry friend]

[gluttoning]

[It's fine, Mithrun and Hien appear to be taking over. If only water could wash the discomfort away.]

[tablescraps]

( He looks up at Barrett. )

... Talk to me later.

( THIS IS NOT A CHOICE !!! )

[gluttoning]

M-mhmm. Right.

[He's a little occupied, but he'll give Mithrun that much.]

[tablescraps]

( It's what he's occupied with that Mithrun wants to talk about.

He'll leave this point be here for now. )

[gluttoning]

...Gonna put you down for a minute. Sorry.

[He's already blearily looking for the nearest couch.]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

... You can put me there too.

[gluttoning]

[He chuckles a little, though it's shallow.]

That was the plan. Don't wanna drop you...

[tablescraps]

( oh ... )

... You sit down, too.

[gluttoning]

Mn. Maybe.

[Eventually he'll maneuver his way over, a ginger deposit of Mithrun against one of the numerous couches, before Barrett braces his arms against the back of it with an exhale.]

You okay?

[tablescraps]

( It doesn't take long for Mithrun to slump, slouch, and melt into a puddle, half-curled with his legs up in a corner of the couch. )

... My head hurts. ( It's weirder to him that it's bad enough for him to notice it, though. ) ... Yours too?

[gluttoning]

[He nods slowly, arms locked straight and head tucked down with his eyes screwed shut. Ow.]