.: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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[secondthoughts]

[ This bitch casually walks up, swirling a glass of red wine, like he hasn't vanished into thin air for two weeks. ]

I do.

[ And he takes a long, slow sip. ]

[gluttoning]

[!!]

Hector! There you are!!

[Not that he seems surprised now that its morning, but it's still a relief.]

[secondthoughts]

[ It's his nephew, Barrett!!

Hector nods at him once he's done sipping his wine and offers a grin. ]

Hey. You're looking good.

[ As in, alive. ]

[gluttoning]

[He looks much better before his nose broke, rip.]

I should be telling you that. I'm so glad you're actually still here.

You have the power, too?

[secondthoughts]

[ Aww look at him... The pre-nosening. ]

I do.

[ Hector lifts a hand, presumably the one around which the bracelet would appear, but drops it again. No unnecessary display of power. ]

And it looks like I don't have to wait to test it out. What about you?

[gluttoning]

[In contrast, Barrett lifts his own hand, activating the bracelet long enough to show he has it as well, but deactivating before it goes off.

He's used this before.]

Don't overdo it. I was told it will corrupt your data if you use it too often.

[secondthoughts]

[ Ooh, for some reason, Hector doesn't like that Barrett has this power.

Especially with the news he gives him next. ]

You better not be overdoing it. [ nag nag nag ] I don't want to see your data corrupted.

[gluttoning]

Don't worry. I don't want that either.

[A gentle pause, looking at the food table of all things.]

I have seen what it looks like if you use it more than once on an enemy, though.

[secondthoughts]

Oh yeah? [ He swirls his wine glass. ] And what's that?

[threatmewted]

Huh.

Welcome back.

[secondthoughts]

Thanks.

[ It's his daughter, Swallow!

(Did you know she's been adopted? Now you do.) ]

You been holding up okay?

[threatmewted]

[Excuse you she is a free bird.]

Yup. Hit the new level cap and everything, because I guess they decided we still need content patched in even while we're trapped.

Helps with the monsters a lot.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector laughs at that. That is funny when he thinks about it. Why keep patching, indeed? ]

New level cap? Sounds like I've got some catching up to do.

Not like I'm lacking in things to do. It sounds like things have been...rough.

[threatmewted]

[She does deflate at that a little.]

...Yeah, I'll say.

[secondthoughts]

[ Man. Should he count himself lucky that he hasn't seen the worst of things so far?

Actually, no. Because he could've been here helping.

He steps towards her, pats her on the back. ]

It's okay. We'll get through this together.

[threatmewted]

Not like we have a choice in the matter. Only a few people can data drain.

[Said like the fact that Zelkova picked her doesn't mean anything.]

[secondthoughts]

Yeah, but you'll always have some people who refuse to work with others. That lone wolf mentality, you know.

[ Like Yael... Huh. Where's Yael—

He takes a quick glance around the crowd, taking stock of the faces. ]

Is this everyone?

[ganymed]

[ Where has he been?? ]

I haven't seen you in a long while.

...You know what's been going on about the monsters now, though, right? Since you have one too.

[secondthoughts]

[ Yeah. Sup. Hector nods in greeting. ]

I've gotten the gist from the conversation. I wasn't lucky enough to run into any of these glitched monsters on the way here.

[ganymed]

...I think that's the lucky part.

[ THAT HE DIDN'T ENCOUNTER THE MONSTERS... ]

People have told you about the consequences of overuse too, right? That we have to moderate it, because if we don't, we'll basically get sick and die.

[secondthoughts]

Mm-hmm, I've heard.

[ He hasn't, and he actually doesn't care. So Ganymede's warning goes one ear and right out the other. ]

Don't worry. There's a reason why there's at least three of us, right?

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede looks at him for a moment still to gauge the response, tiny frown settled neatly on his face. He can't tell either way if the other is responding seriously or waving it off, so he errs on the side of caution. ]

I should worry.

Just remember that if anything like that happens...to anyone, the effects can be reversed if we take a break from using the ability.

[ ... ]

But, it is good there seems to be at least six of us around. That we know of, anyway. There's probably at least potentially eight.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector's eyes are, at least, fixed on Ganymede when he speaks.

Whether he's actually paying attention, though? That's not entirely clear.

So he skips to the part that interests him the most: ]

Eight? [ He cocks a brow. ] What makes you think eight?

[ganymed]

[ Hector, please...

Fortunately, Ganymede is the type to perhaps overworry by nature, pausing for a moment to stare, but then when he asks, he looks thoughtful. ]

The poem...

[ He points to the one here. ]

There's eight names. So far, there are six of us who have revealed ourselves to everyone. So, I don't think it's coincidence.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector's gaze rests on the poem. He takes it in—it's not his first time seeing it, but it reads a bit differently now with all that's happened.

He's a little thankful, in a way, that he once had someone who taught him how to read poetry. ]

Our names are supposed to fill in these blanks?

[ He taps his chin. ]

This makes us sound like omens.