.: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. ))

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MEETING INTRODUCTION

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede waits until people have eaten a certain amount of food, because he is just like that.

Then, he stands up, crossing his arms, unafraid to stand in front of a group, often used to doing so. Now, to deliver the incredible heroic protagonistic ( l o l ) speech he has prepared three days and three nights for.

Lo and behold... ]

Since we're here, everyone should talk already. Well?

[ Wow, inspiring... ]

MEETING TALK

[ganymed]

[ Strictly Meeting Talk. Henwo do you want to talk about strange effects? The monsters? Or previously-discussed information? And even new info? This spot is for YOU. ]

GENERAL TALK

[ganymed]

[ General Talk. For people starting food fights in the background or whatever, though Ganymede will hunt people for sport if it gets out of hand. ]

INFORMATION

[ganymed]

[ There are a list of notes in the form of papers, and links to forum posts where applicable.

Please don't respond to this top-level, thanks!!! ]

DATA DRAIN

[ganymed]

[ Rapid time-skip on a certain subject because Ganymede would bring it up first, thankies. ]

...Which of you guys also happen to have the ability to Data Drain?

We should talk about it a little more, including maybe how we can team up with people to deal with the monsters, alongside the potential drawbacks.

[justonezero]

[Nanashi is here and helping himself to the food! Though when he spots other characters, he greets them with a warm:]

Hi! Isn't this place awesome?

[-No, seriously, if your character has talked to him before there's something more lively about him now. Like he's more present and grounded, less detached and floaty.]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's dressed in a funky new skin - short shorts and thigh highs with heels as always (let me have this), but, also, cat ears and tail? Taking a page out of GW2's outfit skins, we see. They swish about him and flick with stimulus on occasion, clearly real enough.

Anyway, unlike what you'd expect of someone annoying about gathering Plot Lore like him, you can find him mostly strewn about various places in the guest areas - strewn about as in literally laid down across couches, across floors, etc.

He seems to come to life on occasion to interact, and he seems sometimes to even be listening even when he's just kinda lying down like this, but, otherwise... try not to trip? He's probably underfoot right now!

Though, there's a chance a nearby fluffy black labrador - Basque - will bark at you the second before you trip over him and die. Say thanks to Basque. Say thanks to her anyway if she warns you too late and you trip over Mithrun anyway. )

ΔHidden Forbidden Battlefield

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Meanwhile, Albedo is over here, figuring that this is an excellent chance to speak up, putting aside the notes he has written. ]

By the way, Vogel and I went on another one of those Special Areas. It was called ΔHidden Forbidden Battlefield.

There was another stone dragon that was hanging around there above us, as if watching us. But also waiting; like it has been doing so for a long time.

[ Albedo describes its appearance so well that nobody here would be able to miss it if they saw it wow. ]

In addition, there was an altar, with five different colored gems. The five gems were colored red, blue, green, yellow, and purple. They all correspond to elements in the game.

Where all paths converged from the gems there was also some sort of a dirt clearing. I imagine it could've been a place where something was meant to be left. That is my best guess at this time.

Beyond the altar, there were ruins, unable for us to access due to rather high walls that could not be breached even by attempting to fly over them.

The stone happened to be wet and old. The building with the ruins is in such a terrible state that it was difficult to ascertain what it once was. There's a lake as well, sitting on the edge of all of this. The shoreline and the immediate area is made up of dead plantlife, as well as quite a numerous amount of dirt.

Lastly, there was this feeling of loneliness that intensified upon our stay, and the feeling that something extraordinary would be upon us if we did not leave. That is all.

[tot]

[ well. ]

I haven't tried to do it myself but— [ the reason for why she hadn't exactly been super eager to jump in front of the monsters and all of that might be more obvious to some than others. ] I'm able to Data Drain the monsters.

But we should think about forming teams to deal with the monsters to make sure that none of us push ourselves too hard.

[gluttoning]

[His mouth is full of pasta. But he still raises his hand at the request, swallowing after a moment of difficulty.]

Don't overdo it. It's dangerous.

[threatmewted]

Teams sounds good. It's better than having to hunt you dummies down one by one.

I've got it. I think I can probably say whatever about it now? So, shoot.

[gluttoning]

[Basque gets a pat on the head as Barrett kneels down to Mithrun strewn on the floor, reaching to stroke his hair.]

You're going to get hurt if you stay right here, you know.

[But he's had a few days to see Morgan in action (or, rather, lacking action), so this doesn't seem to be much of a surprise.

A beat, and he gives Morgan a slight smile.]

I'm gonna move you. Okay? Just to one of the chairs.

[tablescraps]

( He closes his eyes for a moment as Barrett pets his hair, tip of his tail wagging a lil bit as he does.

Eyes slowly open... )

... Sure. But I don't really feel like sitting...

( It's a roulette whether he'll find the will to actually sit up when placed, but he seems a little more activated with someone talking to him. )

Harald Hoerwick

[selfconcept]

[ Hien originally planned to stay out of this meeting after delivering food for meal prep to Ganymede (anonymously) (don't talk to him about it). He still looks like this and somehow, he can still read the papers that are out in the open for anyone to read. He's not here to play the confirmation game with anyone and he's been strictly avoiding people for this reason, but one piece of information really stands out to him.

"Harald Hoerwick: CC Corp's lead designer who passed in February 1999. Zelkova called him his father. There are "traces" of him everywhere... if you know where (and how) to look."

He turns to the people, and tries to find the original person who got this information. ]

... Who wrote this part in particular?

[ There's no hostility nor anger. If anything, he sounds extremely confused. ]

[tablescraps]

( Strewn out on a couch with his dog Also on the couch is un Mithrun - probably relevant to Hien, his skin gives him cat ears and tail. nya. An early turns slightly in Hien's direction, before, a moment later, he glances at Hien from where he's flopped. )

... Why?

[selfconcept]

[ He is purposefully ignoring his short shorts and thigh-highs for the sake of his sanity. Thanks. ]

... Because he's my boss. I can't get instructions from a dead person.

[gluttoning]

That's okay. It's better than being on the floor. I promise.

[He'll lean down to scoop behind Mithrun's shoulders, easing him up to a sitting position.]

Do you think it would be easier if someone kept you company?

[tablescraps]

( Hm........

The gears turn. Slowly, languidly, he pushes himself up.

Verbally: )

Have you met him in person?

If yes, are you sure the person you met is really him?

If yes, why would he scrub all information about himself save an ambiguous obituary date?

[tablescraps]

( He mostly leans his weight on Barrett... )

... Maybe. My head feels clearer with other people around.

[selfconcept]

I work remotely. I don't live in Japan.

[ That said. ]

... Isn't it weirder that somebody would be using his identity and that his traces are everywhere in this game?

But assuming it's true...

[ He glances over at a certain someone. ]

[gluttoning]

Hm.

I can carry you around for a little? It would be bad if you missed out on things like this.

[You can't snoop if you're pretending to be a worm baking in the sun.]

[insinning]

Um...I think you guys might want to explain what data drain is first.

[ SOME PEOPLE HERE ARE CLUELESS ]

[insinning]

[This is something important actually ]

Hien, are you able to say his name?

[insinning]

Ah, thanks Basque,--

[He nearly stepped on Mithrun what the hell.

Hi Mithrun, Sinclair hasn't spoken to you since his horror dungeon run from hell]

...Mithrun?

[selfconcept]

Hm? Yeah.

[ Take my red text. ]

My boss is the Head of Production--Harald Hoerwick. I don't think it's hard to say, even for me.

[ He thinks that's where the problem lies in regarding "able to say his name". ]