.: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]

[If it had been anyone else, Sinclair might have been willing to break through a person or two to get to his target. But Hani's injury came first.

...and he can't find it in himself to be angry right now. He's tired]

[gluttoning]

[Eventually, Leviathan scoops up the other Lord Partizan under dismissal from Michel, a hand pressed to his face against the bleeding that doesn't quite stop anymore with just a healing potion. The glance he casts back is apologetic, overwhelmed. But it's brief, as though he knows this can't be solved with words, letting his elder brother lead him out of the building.

It's fine. He never was much good at words anyway.]