.:October Fun Times:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)





[ You've got mail.

...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.

Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]

RESULTS: Here!

Comments

[userunfriendly]

We do not have to. If I refuse to eat until you leave...?

[ He eyes Ganymede askance as he finally steps out of the bath, moving to dry himself and finally put his proper costume back on. In the dim glow of the candles, the flickering light masks the tiny patches of skin low on his back that have become just slightly translucent, with the faintest movement of phantom flames within. He turns away, hair curtaining the glimpse again. ]

[ganymed]

...It means you really are a big baby and will prove my point about being illogical.

[ So. How much is he willing to concede to that?

Ganymede watches Michel dress and he squints at the ghost-like appearance of part of his skin. Perhaps? But, he always has had wonderful sight.

He slips out of the bath, and finds something to dry himself off too before rolling his hair up into a bun or something after draining the wetness from his hair. Then, he equips on some clothing. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Gorre isn't dignifying that with a response either. He's still turning over the probability paths in his mind. If he refuses to eat, and this insistent man decides to feed him — potentially triggering the body's visceral physical revulsion to that treatment, would that be worthwhile? Or, if he refuses to eat, and this body instead loses consciousness... would he wake up to finding himself having been fed during his absence? Or would he instead wake up to find this one still waiting?

Hm. He drifts tiredly back through another door, to the hidden bedroom. Not in particularly better repair than the rest of the haunted house: old, and worn, and probably haunted. He makes a straight path towards the bed and burrows himself into the covers there. It's not like he cares if he eats here... ]

If you stay, and do not kill me at this opportunity, the blood of every person I hurt or kill after this is equally on your hands.

[ganymed]

[ Proving his exact point!!

Unbelievable that he refuses to answer when he can't make it sound like he'll be able to spin it a certain way. He is onto him!!

Of course he follows him into the bedroom. Par for the course, perhaps, though as he slips onto the bed (finally, his sore and aching body says), he gives Michel a look too.

He gets out more prepared food. ]

'Thank you for ensuring this body consumes food, Ganymede. You the best', is what you meant to say, right?

[userunfriendly]

Thank you for your blithe disregard for the wellbeing of the rest of your kind here...

[ One sarcastic eye peeks sideways at Ganymede. But he will grudgingly push himself back up to reach for the food.

Fine. Give. He does, unfortunately, require this. And it lets him save the rest in his inventory for later need. ]

[ganymed]

Who knew you were capable of sarcasm?

[ Ganymede asks, tone also appropriately sarcastic. He can't believe this man is trying to phrase his words still in a way that are pointed and menacing. Just give up the ghost (heh) already!

Anyway, good, he will hand it over to him, and also bring out food of his own to begin eating. While also under the covers. It's fine.

They're (VERY questionably) domestic like this. ]

[userunfriendly]

If I'm the same person as him, why would I not be?

[ He's enough like Michel to not protest food in his bed, anyway. He glances sidelong at Ganymede, but finally begins grudgingly to eat. With this energy, at least he'll be able to banish people again if he wishes to.

Absolutely domestic. Welcome to Ganymede's romcom with a murder AI... ]

[ganymed]

Oh now you're saying you are?

[ Ganymede asks, a fork being held delicately in his fingers, pointing at him before he allows himself to consume some more food. Probably one of the first dishes he ever prepared here...involving copious amounts of cheese and tomatoes. One might mistake it for an Italian dish, mayhaps.

Enjoy your home-cooked Mediterranean food (thank god he can remember how to cook those from making them so many times in Fragment!!), Michel. ]

[userunfriendly]

No. I am only saying what you claim to believe.

[ He raises an eyebrow a tiny bit at that rude fork pointing. Threat...? Ah, but he recalls some tangential piece of information. A wealthy family... These are the kinds of gestures used for emphasis, contempt. Reasonable enough.

This is not in any way impeding his enjoyment of the homecooked food, though. He curls a little protectively around his dish, and his stomach rumbles a tiny bit. Defective wiring... ]

[ganymed]

No takebacksies are allowed.

You can't just be like 'I said something' and are now like 'actually I lied'. It doesn't work like that.

[ Ganymede doing this subconsciously, hecking crying. He does notice the other curl protectively around his food, though, and his expression softens. ]

...If you want more, after you're done with that, I can give extra.

[userunfriendly]

...I am certainly allowed to lie. Why would I not be? My research cannot fully be separated from several of the others.

[ He's giving Ganymede as faintly incredulous a look as can be managed around a very dignified mouthful of tomato and cheese. But he does perk up very slightly in unmistakable interest at that offer. ]

How many?

[ That's almost like "yes, please," right. ]

[ganymed]

[ Michel gets to see Ganymede's cheeks begin to puff up briefly in annoyance at that as well as an annoyed sound. ]

I really can't believe you. Now that you said things like that, it definitely can't be taken back. Just so you know that your whole thing of 'blah blah you only see things the way you want to' doesn't hold much water anymore because of how absurd it sounds in the face of this.

[ But, well, at least none of them sound or look very dignified either. ]

Um...I have at least four separate plates. So, whatever is reasonable, I guess. I don't want to turn you into a balloon or something. Then again some extra weight would probably be good for you.

[userunfriendly]

You would treat me as absurd regardless. And no matter what you claim... the only reasonable extrapolation would be, since you insist that I am Michel, that you find Michel absurd. Foolish. Hollow. [ A pause. ] ...This is not incorrect.

[ But he's preoccupied with his food, very not-foolishly. Though he does give Ganymede's little puffed cheek face a slow stare of consideration. And he calculates... how many more days does he need to complete his tranformation? ]

...Then, all four. His data says that it should not be lethal to go at least seven days without food. But this body performs very poorly after only a day without it.

[ganymed]

...Get the cotton out of your ears and try again. I didn't say you were absurd.

Just that whatever logic you're using is. Like right now. Also this has nothing to do with being hollow? What kind of leap did you manage to get there?

[ Unbelievable that he is thinking of transformation in the middle of DINNER. ]

That's because human bodies need a certain amount of meals every day. Here, put this into your inventory.

[ He takes out the four dishes and hands them over. Maybe he should send dishes to the tower too just to make sure or something, later on. ]

[userunfriendly]

You're the one who refuses to listen. I am telling you that your actions speak louder than your words.

[ Will an aphorism here be sufficient? When he's so persistent in his misunderstanding? Gorre gives him a vexed look over his food. ]

...Yes. It is an inconvenient limitation.

[ He takes those dishes quickly, before Ganymede can retract the boffer, and stores them away... still thinking of his transformation. Sorry, Ganymede. ]

[ganymed]

Excuse me, that's entirely different from saying I think someone I know and love is hollow when I wasn't saying that at all! You're the one who has ten pounds of cotton stuffed in his ears!

[ Ganymede isn't going to let him go easy with this one. ]

You should still say thank you, by the way. It really wouldn't kill you to use manners, would it?

[ Maybe he should pinch his cheek or nose for good measure because he's thinking real hard about that!! ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Gorre narrows his eyes a little, possibly weighing whether it will in fact kill him. And then weighing if he can obtain more food this way without the hassle of running dungeons and eating the raw drops.

A little sulkily: ]

...Thank you.

[ There. He's pretending that derails the debate about other things as well. ]

[ganymed]

[ Hey. That's not how it works...

...Except it does work, with Ganymede putting in a piece of his food and whipping his head back up at Michel.

He tries to say something but ends up nearly choking on something.

Give him a moment, he got surprised by it, whatever reasoning Michel had there. This is how he dies and we have to retcon everything- no, just kidding. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Gorre tilts his head slowly, surprise flickering briefly across his face. Another idiosyncratic reaction...?

So... he can simply render this one silent by actually meeting his absurd demands? Depending on what they may be, it could prove an acceptable strategy. ]

If you're going to die, do it somewhere beside the bed.

[ He's planning on sleeping here?? ]

[ganymed]

[ After a moment where he regains his sense of dignity... ]

You couldn't have said something far more charming than that?

[ He is five seconds from throwing a pillow at Michel or faceplanting onto the bed right away from how tired he is. Which one wins out is a question for the ages. ]

[userunfriendly]

...Not within my data.

[ Honestly... but surely Ganymede wasn't expecting anything else from him. The last of the food vanishes and Gorre pauses to give his inventory serious consideration.

He thinks of the food. He thinks of Ganymede, still here. He could evict him now. But if he's offering information... ]

If I eat another of these, will this body become ill?

[ Michel left him no data on this and Ganymede appears to be a font of random food facts... ]

[ganymed]

...maybe I shouldn't be surprised. But the face you're making is charming.

[ Ganymede teases nonetheless; he can't help it. Anyway, at the rest of that, he makes a considering noise. ]

It depends? [ He crawls on over to place a hand on Michel's stomach, over the covers. ] How does it feel here? A human's body will sometimes get hunger pains and it'd feel like you'd need to fill it, and then you're tired on top of everything else. If you overfill, it'd be a different pain.

So, how is it? Do you think you could manage it?

[userunfriendly]

[ Gorre's brow furrows a little more. He considers it, then covers Ganymede's hand to press it a little more against his stomach, testing. ]

Yes. His data says that if it were severe enough, he wouldn't be able to move at all. It is not to that extent... [ He is tired, but not that tired... ] Other data said, overfilling it in this condition would be a waste.

[ Which would be annoying, after having gone to the effort of doing this maintenance. Not even useful cruelty. He pushes Ganymede's hand against his stomach again and gives a little grimace. ]

...I distrust it. This body is too troublesome.

[ He supposes he can eat another food after sleep, and then contemplate his remaining resources. This is a minor inconvenience he didn't need. ]

[ganymed]

[ Well then, Ganymede can't say that he has expected any of that, but who is he to complain with the feel of the other man's hand over his. He knows better than to think Michel is in his right mind, but every little touch is always...

Well. Welcome, to put it simply? ]

...You did have a good, hearty meal, so it isn't like you should really go to town immediately, anyway. You're supposed to separate them out too.

[ So it's a good thing that he will wait on that. Hehe, he has his hand on Michel's stomach, he could totally wiggle it to see if he's ticklish...maybe. ]

Just remember:

Three square meals a day.

[userunfriendly]

[ Ganymede is helping him do science. Apparently. Blissfully oblivious to the menace of impending tickle attempts, Gorre finally sighs and lets his hand fall away from Ganymede's again. ]

That's excessive. I have no intention of wasting the time gathering so many materials. He should not run that inefficiently.

[ In the slightly surly tone that suggests he's just realized Michel handed him a sub-par report. He doesn't usually eat three meals a day, does he...?

But his gaze fixes on Ganymede again. With animal cunning? Or simply with — unwitting — animal pathetic pleading? ]

You gave me four. Will you bring more?