.: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

[justonezero]

I talked to you and Oria, but I haven't touched anything weird... I don't think?

[insinning]

...not even in your dreams?

[justonezero]

I don't think so... But I don't usually remember my dreams, either.

[insinning]

Mm...it's odd. It's hard to believe the voice spoke to everyone but you. So maybe...

[justonezero]

...You think the voice spoke to me, too?

[insinning]

...he would have. [Sinclair glances over at Misteaks (before you know the scuffle)]

These things tend to happen to everyone.

[threatmewted]

[Sighing.]

For what it's worth? I haven't heard any voices, either.

[insinning]

Really? ...you do seem pretty resistant to a lot of these things though.

[threatmewted]

Wait, what do you mean, resistant?

[insinning]

You weren't bothered at all in the unnamed town when those original whispers were happening. You seemed to shrug it all off.

[justonezero]

They do?

[...

Uh-oh...]

[insinning]

Yeah. Some of us aren't really bothered but...

[ For others...]

[justonezero]

...

Why would they mess up my memories...?

[He likes himself, sure, but he doesn't think he particularly stands out compared to the others.]

[insinning]

... I don't know. I think that's only something you can decide, based on what you know.

[deto]

[ tbh deto’s mostly here for the food, but he’ll chime in on this topic ]

We’ve been hanging out a lot, so I’d know if there was a gradual shift in his memories. [ glancing at nanashi ] But it’s like he forgot overnight.

Well, dunno if forgot is the right word for it. Like everything that happened was replaced with something else.

[insinning]

[Ah-!]

...I thought it was funny. Nanashi seems...more chipper? I don't know.

[deto]

His smiles are more real.

[insinning]

...are they really?

[ If something has changed then...]

[deto]

He's still the same person. Just. The stuff that was awful for him isn't there anymore, like one of those miracle cures.

[ a "fix" ]

I don't know if it's a good thing, honestly. But it's up to him to decide.

[insinning]

...it doesn't sit right with me. But you're correct. It really is up to him.

[ The choices belonged to Nanashi after all]

[deto]

… Yeah. But. His life before didn’t sit right with me either.

[ so. rock, hard place ]

It would have taken a long, long time to help him overcome his past. Years? His entire life?

[justonezero]

[-?!]

[deto]

[ ah shrugging helplessly ]

Should I stop?

[justonezero]

No, it's okay.

...It just sounded a little sad, that's all.

[deto]

[ not just a little to deto ]

That’s… kinda why I was coming up with so many plans.