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.:A Brief Interlude:.
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. ))
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.
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.
no subject
Hector crosses his arms tightly over his chest, brow furrowed in worry. He feels his heart beating hard in his chest, but he hopes that fear isn't too evident on his face. ]
...If no one else has mentioned hearing things, then...this might be a me problem.
[ And a potentially very dangerous problem. ]
no subject
[Sinclair doesn't know Hector well at all. But too much time watching people anxiously has given him the ability to pick up on those cues]
no subject
[ A quiet confirmation.
But the switch quickly flips and Hector reaches to clap Sinclair on the shoulder, giving him a smile and a reassuring shake. ]
It's fine, though. Don't worry about it.
[ fuck fuck fuck fuck ]
no subject
...if you say so.
[A pause, as he looks down]
...you should talk to someone you trust about it though. This world has a way of manipulating you with your worries and fears, even without a widespread glitch.
no subject
[ It's not a way to brush him off, but Hector's way of taking what Sinclair says and keeping it in mind. As his hand comes back to rest on his own hip, he briefly scans the crowd. ]
When I find him.
[ Where is that ornery asshole?
His question unanswered, he looks back to Sinclair. ]
But let me know if anyone else mentions hearing things that aren't this Lily person.
[ Because a small part of him hopes his fears aren't coming true. ]
no subject
[Hearing voices. Things that aren't there...and no one else experiencing the same thing...that must be hard]