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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
Mithrun shoves Matoba, letting go. Fortunately for Ganymede, it seems they're avoiding an all-out brawl. )
I know what he's getting ready for.
( So: speak for yourself when you say nobody knows. Still, Mithrun's hard to read - it's hard to tell in what way he means it; whether it's something he's pieced together, or something Lily told him directly. )
... But it doesn't sound like you have anything to trade for that.
( So Mithrun isn't going to ask for anything from him. Matoba can initiate a trade himself if he wants to. )
Think twice about two-timing. If you'd told me earlier, things might've been different. And don't you dare tell me you had no way to so much as imply it.
( Because, to Mithrun - Matoba would find a way to share information despite the censor if he wanted to, given his behavior throughout the meeting. And he's not going to believe Matoba had to stay mum offline, either - he's quite sure by now Matoba has been talking to Lily since a midpoint in their email exchange, if earlier. There was nothing stopping from mentioning that he was in contact with Lily.
And if that's how Matoba wants to play ball, then fine. Mithrun will hide what he knows in turn. )
no subject
[Knows-knows, or predicts? Matoba has answers, none of which he can give here.]
We shall see.
[Taking this all so personally......... That was a weakness, Matoba muses. It means that Mithrun might lash out and be unpredictable in ways that Matoba cannot afford.]
[And so, information or no, he shrugs and re-adjusts the tie on his suit.]
Believe what you'd like to believe, [The man replies with a roll of his shoulders under his suit jacket,] As damn near everyone in this world does.
[Certainly, that is true of those "flowers" he thinks.]