.: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]

[ Mithrun... Sinclair swallows and he presses his head harder against Mithrun's hands]

No. I'm talking about your apartment in Miami. Big enough for your own set up for fragment, enough that you could have four visitors and still have space, for Cael to come stay over without worries.

[tablescraps]

( While Mithrun seems to recognize the word Miami, that flicker of recognition fades when Sinclair speaks of having four visitors over, when he speaks of Cael.

...

He slips his arms around Sinclair's shoulders and lets his knees drop so he can pull him into a sort of hug against him, putting his mouth near his ear - like he wants to keep this private. The hold isn't very common for him to initiate, but... )

... I don't want to forget you.

( And if anyone has spoken to Mithrun briefly this past two weeks, they would've found him fine. He didn't have any trouble recalling these facts about the outside world, even while ragdolled on the ground. This seems quite recent. )

[insinning]

[ Sinclair blinks and instinctively hugs Mithrun tightly. People might be looking. It doesn't matter. Almost everyone here knows he's a little emotional sometimes]

You wont. We'll make sure of it.

[ His words are a whisper, soft and trembling.

What happened to Mithrun? He's deeply afraid now. ]

The fox and owl. I'll write it again for you.

[tablescraps]

... I remember that.

( Almost breathlessly, and though the pitch of his voice doesn't change, there's a sense of triumph there. )

I remember the story. We talked about it in Fragment, didn't we?

[insinning]

We did. It's our creation.

[ Spun alive by heartbreak and desperation ]

[tablescraps]

( "Our"... that softens the edges of his hurt, a little. )

... Come here.

( Pulling back and taking his hands to tug him - come up to the couch with him. )

[insinning]

[ Sinclair blinks but he comes up obediently, sitting next to Mithrun, holding his hands. No words now. This was Mithrun's time]

[tablescraps]

( Yeah, for now, Mithrun just wants to lean against Sinclair and hold his hands tight. He'll close his eyes, eventually. The meeting will continue on, and he'll keep participating, but - his head still pounding and that sudden, uncharacteristic style of emotion flaring up from him took a lot out of him.

He needs a break, and Sinclair is safe. At least, for now. )

[insinning]

[ Oh.

This is not unfamiliar. But it's not quite familiar either. He adjusts himself - his deluxe craft coat is ridiculously soft and comfortable so Mithrun can rest against him and feel comforted and safe - so he's supporting Mithrun properly.

He'll stay here until Mithrun is ready and the meeting pulls them to different points]