House meeting

[no_reload]

Who: Reaper (no_reload), Fern (laminae), Luz (imaglyphwitch), Luca (schoolingfish), Varian (droptheious)
What: Disaster House has a meeting
When: Beginning of November
Where: Disaster House in Cassandra

Content Warnings: Will add as they come up.


[Reaper had taken his time with recovery, which left him trapped in his room for a few days. When it seemed that he could get around without having long episodes of shortness of breath, he appeared more downstairs. That's where he happened to be, settled into a chair with the other occupants of the house.

He knew they had questions, knew that most of them would have to do with Lance's outburst on the network. That wasn't the kid's fault; they didn't always control their Omens. And Lance had been circling the drain for years now, barely holding on. Not the kid's fault. For as long as he had known Lance, the kid had been teetering on the edge of a mental crisis.

However, this wasn't about Lance right now. This was about the household where he resided, and many of the youngsters who lived in it. As the eldest, he knew that his position here was the most tenuous.

So Reaper sat quietly, one ankle crossed over his other knee. He remained in comfortable black clothing, and while situations like these usually had him wearing his mask, he had decided against it. Instead, his scarred face was bare, though he kept his hood up to cover most of his white hair. His gloved hands were folded in his lap, thumbs clasping the mask that he would normally wear. Instead, it lightly tapped against his thigh.]

So, I suppose we should call this meeting to order, hmm?

Comments

[no_reload]

[Reaper also had little belief that he deserved anything but a slow and painful final death. How he managed to grudgingly find happiness with this band of teenagers and kids and have friends and a lover was beyond him. Probably just part of a dream that would turn nightmare.]

At least you have those that will keep you on the straight and narrow these days.

[droptheious]

[Reaper lucked out, Varian doesn't understand it for himself, either. He's always waiting for the other shoe to drop in that regard. ]

I do that, I'm...pretty glad for them. They keep me grounded. You're one of them, you know. Just...so you're aware.

[no_reload]

[He didn't consider himself as close to the teens and kids that he lived with, not compared to how they were likely close to each other.]

And make sure you eat, sleep and bathe... and talk about your feelings.

[droptheious]

[Varian raises his eyes skyward, letting out a groan.]

Oh my goooood, okay. I am doing those things. [Is he? Is he really?]

[no_reload]

Daily.

[Just to make the timeline of expectation clear.]

You need frequent reminders, if I remember correctly.

[droptheious]

[Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy is this happening to him?

(Because he's terrible at looking after himself, that's why).]

Maybe!!! Maybe I just get... distracted by other things.

[no_reload]

Hence why you require reminders. Your hyperfixation is not unusual.

[Reaper was used to it. He probably didn't dedicate as much time as he should to poking Varian for healthier living, but that was partially Fern's responsibility as 'The Boyfriend'.]

[droptheious]

I...

Okay, I can't really disagree with that.

[Fern makes sure he goes to sleep, that's a herculean effort all in itself. ]

[no_reload]

Oh I know. Moira was the same. I'd bring her food and she'd make a point of throwing it in the garbage while staring me in the eye.

[He smirked and stroked blackened fingers over his goatee.]

She stopped when I picked her up and took her to the soldier's mess hall and made her sit with us. It only took three occasions.

[droptheious]

Oh wow! That's a whole new level of spite! At least I do eat what's brought to me.

[Mostly. He still needs to be reminded about it, but he still eats it!]

Fern's good at that one. Luz too. They like to make sure I...uh. Eat meals. With people. For some reason.

[Probably due to the being needed to be reminded to eat thing, Varian.]

[no_reload]

Oh it was, and I enjoyed every moment of it. [He smirked at the memory then went serious again.] Is that so? The last time I brought you a simple sandwich, I had to sit down and stare at you until you ate it.

[He knew the need for investment in one's work, but Reaper also knew the best way for results was either staring or knocking things off a table to smash on the floor. He and Varian thankfully hadn't reached smashing stuff stage.]

Yes well, next time I make dinner, I'm just carrying you up to the table. Good luck fighting me, pool noodle.

[droptheious]

But I still ate it!! Eventually!!

[The smashing stage would sure make a whole lot of something happen. Probably yelling. Mostly yelling. ]

Pfffft, I think I could get away if I really wanted to.

[Varian, no.]

[no_reload]

Eventually shouldn't be a word associated with the basics of life.

[He was more bemused than anything. He knew Varian wouldn't change, but it was more about management.]

Oh, challenge accepted, Varian....

[droptheious]

But it does mean I do it at some point.

[He already has so many regrets, but he's in too deep now.]

Pfffft, if you say so.

[no_reload]

You're still digging a hole for yourself. You know that right?

[Oh Varian. Reaper is making a point to carry you around sometime very soon.]

I do.

[droptheious]

I can't see any holes, maybe you're seeing holes where they don't exist.

[no_reload]

[Reaper made a point of using two fingers to point at his eyes and then at Varian. He sees you, and he's going to embarrass you in the very near future.]