.: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]

... I'm still talking to Zelkova. But it would explain why Zelkova seems uncertain about what can be said about DV--Lily.

[ Thinking]

...If 'H' is the father, and DV seems to have cursed his name, what about Emma Wielant?

[gluttoning]

[Since this is before Barrett lost his absolute shit he at least grinds out an answer from his teeth where he's knelt on the ground:]

He... doesn't care about Emma. Har-- [Fuck, fuck, OW].... T-t-the other one did. He doesn't. He c-couldn't exist without her.

[threatmewted]

What do you mean, couldn't exist without her?

[gluttoning]

Said she... could be his mother. But he never knew her.

[threatmewted]

...Are his memories of her missing? Or is it just because she died?

[gluttoning]

[He shakes his head, gritting his teeth.]

She was j....just a poet. I think... she's a reason he exists, but not... not as much as the Progenitor was--

[Ahhhhhhhhgh okay no we're not finishing that thought apparently, he is having some quality time between his skull and both his hands.]

[threatmewted]

[Worrying...

She'll crouch down next to him, sighing.]

...Sorry. I'll stop for now.

[gluttoning]

[He hums his response from between his grip in his hands, a strangled but relieved sound.]

Ngh... Thank you...

Can barely think...

[insinning]

[ ??? Ahhhh ???? ]

...Lily couldn't exist without Emma, you mean? But he hates Mr. H, who did care about Emma.

[ Lets go with what Dehya decided on]

[gluttoning]

[A nod, shallow. There'a a deep irritation that crests off him at the amount of discomfort he's under but clearly nothing will come of that.]

Was... deeply in love with her. Obsessed.

[insinning]

...and Lily hates that. Him. And therefore, CCCorp.

[ He frowns]

Did this all exist before them? With Emma?

[gluttoning]

Don't know. [He swallows hard, hand clenching into his hair.]

Said that... that man is, m-more... more inside Fragment than he is o-out of it...

That he's his child, just as much as F-Fragment is.

[insinning]

... inside Fragment. Because there are traces of him everywhere. The coding, you mean?

[gluttoning]

I don't know. [Forced, clipped, suddenly angry.

A beat, and it dies just as fast, like raised hackles of an animal.]

I'm sorry. I... I don't. He never... n-never explained it.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair flinches in surprise. But not fear.

Something is deeply wrong here]

No, I get it. Um. Maybe you should rest more.

[gluttoning]

It's fine.

I'll... I'll be fine. We have too much to talk about. I can deal with a headache.

[narrator: and then shit happened]