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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.
2/2
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.