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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.
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Whether he's actually paying attention, though? That's not entirely clear.
So he skips to the part that interests him the most: ]
Eight? [ He cocks a brow. ] What makes you think eight?
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Fortunately, Ganymede is the type to perhaps overworry by nature, pausing for a moment to stare, but then when he asks, he looks thoughtful. ]
The poem...
[ He points to the one here. ]
There's eight names. So far, there are six of us who have revealed ourselves to everyone. So, I don't think it's coincidence.
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He's a little thankful, in a way, that he once had someone who taught him how to read poetry. ]
Our names are supposed to fill in these blanks?
[ He taps his chin. ]
This makes us sound like omens.
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[ Nothing seems much of a coincidence here, to be frank, but you know. ]
...We could either be good omens or bad ones.
It'll be up to us, I guess.
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[ True. If it's entirely dependent on their actions, then...
Best know who they're working with, huh? ]
So who do we have so far? [ He swirls his wine glass, eyes darting around the room before finding their way back to Ganymede. ] There's you, me.
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...Swallow, Misteaks, Uta, and Dehya.
Those are the ones we know of right now, anyway.
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That's a reliable-sounding roster. Let's hope these supposed other two are.
[ His eyes snap back to Ganymede. ]
We should all stay in contact with each other so we can coordinate if we need to. [ like a group text, ] We need to look out for each other.
[ And the rest of Fragment. ]
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Actually, come to think of it, he knows most of the people with more than a 'passing' familiarity except for Misteaks. ]
We'll just have to find out.
[ But... ]
I think it is a good group so far. Everyone on the list has been helpful in their own ways, I think. So, staying in contact can't hurt. I'm not sure how we'd go about that, though...
[ ...it is only sad for once Ganymede sounds hopeful until those are going to be dashed in a upcoming confrontation, but this is the Before. ]
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Yeah, it's not like we can put together a group text.
[ With a hum, he takes a sip of his wine. His brain whirs, trying to think of unique ways they could stay in touch...
His eyes suddenly snap to Ganymede, and narrow. He stares at him hard, icy blue piercing into him. He almost looks...angry?
No, no. That's not quite it. But it's an unusual look, for sure. ]
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[ Ganymede says, uncertain. He isn't exactly the technological expert either. That belongs firmly to his boyfriend.
Though when he's looking at him, he just simply tilts his head. ]
...What're you looking for?
[ That sure is a high level of scrutinization he's getting. ]
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Well, that didn't work.
[ Hector immediately bursts out into laughter. Just how silly his idea was finally hits him. ]
I thought us having shared powers meant we shared a psychic link, or something. I don't know. [ He grins. ] You didn't hear me telepathically telling you to dance?
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He'll let out a small huff, crossing his arms. ]
No. But I always feel an urge to dance so maybe I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference even communicated telepathically.
Why do you think our powers meant we had a psychic link, anyway?
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[ A telepathic link would've been easy!
Hector swirls his wine glass and gestures to Ganymede. ]
What, does always having the urge to dance come with being a Macabre Dancer?
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It'd be nice to have, to be honest.
[ Though, Ganymede proudly does a little unnecessary twirl. They're in a meeting, however, so he doesn't see much reason to do anything else. Just for funsies. ]
No, not really.
I just really enjoy being able to dance. I've never thought about it...liking it so much that I would wish to do it just whenever. It's practically a part of me. I'm sure you understand the idea.
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Intellectually, yeah. But I can't say I relate.
[ He shrugs. ]
It's fine, though. I'm glad you've got dancing, both in and out of the game.
[ See! He remembers the memory! ]
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I remember when we were shown memories of one another's pasts.
Except...I'm sure I've forgotten whatever was shown to you.
[ Ganymede says, hesitantly. But this conversation has more or less reminded him. He doesn't seem to have forgotten that dancing is an important thing for him. But that might be because it's something so big it isn't contained in a singular recollection. ]
You said it involved a festival. I was dancing there too, wasn't I?
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[ He smiles a little bit, empathetic joy buzzing in him. ]
That has to ring some bells for you. No? [ He gives a little chuckle. ]
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No, it doesn't.
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What else will be taken away from us? Or what else will something try to pry from our fingers, no matter how much we try to hold on?
...It pisses me off to no end.
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He really hadn't been taking this very seriously, happy to joke around and talk about his new special power. But this is the first he's heard that they're losing things. Memories? How is that even possible?
Well. They're stuck in a video game. That sounded pretty impossible not two months ago. ]
You're right.
[ He steps forward to grasp Ganymede by the shoulder, and he stares at him hard. ]
I know. We'll figure this out, and we'll get back what we've lost.
[ He has no idea he's lost, too. ]
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He didn't know how to deal with it. That's what it came down to.
Feeling the hand on his shoulder, he looks at Hector. Really looks at him. ]
...We'll have to, especially if we don't want to forget who we are.
[ He says softly, and then, just like that, he asks: ]
Do you know if you've...?
[ Lost a memory too, is the implication of the question. ]
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Regardless, that memory was still important to Ganymede, and Hector is going to hold onto it.
That said, he meets his question sincerely, and his eyes dart to the side in uncertainty. ]
I...don't know.
[ His brows furrow. ]
I only got back yesterday. My memories seem fine, but I guess they would, huh?
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It'd make sense you wouldn't be able to really notice right away if something's missing.
[ Pause. ]
Do you remember being a ranger? The name Mehmet?
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[ Hector still bristles a little hearing his real name. ]
That's my job, and that's my real name.
[ ... ]
Whatever's missing couldn't have been that important.