.: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

[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]