.: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

[gluttoning]

[He sucks in a breath at touch, face screwing up slightly underneath Hector's fingers. There's some noticeable cartilage damage, matching that of a solid blow to the face, and with the swelling closer to his browline, the bone has cracked as well.]

...I don't know. I don't remember getting this angry.

[His head pounds even trying to recollect any time he'd been so angry he wanted to throw a punch. Had he? He doesn't...

...

His hands tighten at his sides.]

Didn't like how he was calling Lily a liar.

[secondthoughts]

[ Oof, yeah. Hector feels that. At least the nose isn't severely out of place, which means it should probably be fine. He steps back, assessment done, and gestures to a nearby chair. Sit, child.

In truth, Hector's only gotten a gist of all the new information presented at this meeting. That this entity shares a name with Barrett's sister doesn't escape him. He can see why he might fly off the handle. ]

I know. And I get why. [ Kind of. ] But acting on impulses like that doesn't help anyone.

[ He looks around the rows of drinks. Surely this fancy house would have—oh, there we go. As he scoots to the side, pulls out a champagne bottle chilling in an ice bucket, and scoops up a considerable amount of ice into one of the cloth napkins.

He talks as he works. ]

Next time, take a deep breath when you feel yourself losing control. We don't need people unnecessarily injured.

[ Impromptu ice pack finished, he twists the ends of the napkin together and hands it to Barrett. ]

Hold this to your nose.

[gluttoning]

[With the two of them this close, it will be impossible to miss how Barrett visibly bristles.]

I didn't want to start a fight. [Clipped. But he presses the ice to his face regardless.] Last time this happened, I had a status effect. Nobody saw it this time, though.

[secondthoughts]

You can't always excuse an outburst on a status effect. [ They have to be responsible for themselves to some degree. Not every slip of the tongue or incident of interpersonal friction can be chalked up to glitches.

Hector carefully eyes Barrett, noticing the way he bristles, making sure there are no sudden movements. He watches his HP bar tick down, waiting for the opportune time to fill him up again. Maybe in a second. ]

Once you're healed up, talk it out with them. Apologize to each other. We can't afford infighting right now.

[ He claps a hand on Barrett's shoulder and squeezes, reassuring. ]

In the meanwhile, keep yourself upright. Try not to lie down, at least while you're swelling. Ice your nose a few times a day. And no fighting. Got it?

[gluttoning]

[Normally, Barrett would react with humility. Perhaps sheepishness.

Hector gets only a deep, sullen look of irritation, one that grows the more that he says.

...

The grip to his shoulder is shrugged off.]

Fine.

Go back to the meeting. I don't want to be here anymore.

[secondthoughts]

[ For a moment, Hector just fixes him with a flat look.

Something is clearly wrong, but that's something he'll leave for later when he's not fresh off a scuffle. His heart as big as it is (as much as he'd never admit it), Hector gives him the benefit of the doubt.

And before he leaves, he casts Ola Repth, overhealing Barrett. Maybe Pha Repth would have been the better choice, but all that extra healing gets tacked on as temporary shields, meaning that slow tick of HP should eat at the temp health for a little while before chipping into his actual HP again. ]

You know where to find me if you need anything else.

[ He means this sincerely.

And he whirls on his heel to rejoin the meeting. ]