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 was old enough to be her grandfather, so yes, he was definitely the adult of the household. Hell, he was probably old enough to be most of the occupants grandfather. He was instead that lurking uncle or something.]

Do adults make you uncomfortable?

[He raised an eyebrow at the bow. She was a strange one. She reminded him of Genji originally bowing everywhere to everyone.]

I don't like boring. If you're boring, we will clearly have to spend time together and give you opportunity to be eccentric.

[danserai]

Not really . . . Though I guess I haven't talked to many before. Only my school teacher, Mr. Cat.

And I'm okay with that . . . if you want to teach me.

[no_reload]

[That was... odd. No adults? What kind of place did she come from where that was a reality?]

No adults? Huh. [How novel.] You're about to have a steep learning curve with them, since there are plenty in this place.

[He had a few that he could introduce her to that would definitely kill to keep her safe.]

If you want to learn, I will teach.

[danserai]

Oh, there are adults, I just don't know many and I don't talk to many of them other than my teachers, except it's just one teacher and he's a cat so really there are adults!

Okay! . . . So what exactly do I do?

[no_reload]

Where are your parents? [Was she going to be another one of those kids that didn't have parents? That was just... weird.] Cats are temperamental at the best of times.

Wear more black, though I expect you would do well with tulle underskirts. You seem a bit young for make-up so we'll have to come up with something else.

[He wasn't being entirely serious either, though one might not be to able to tell.]

[danserai]

Oh, I don't have any parents.

And I'm not sure how I feel about black . . .

[no_reload]

[Reaper raised a white eyebrow.] You don't have parents? As in you sprung up out of the dirt whole?

[She was a long way off from being dramatic, but it was fine.] Do you like lace? Frilly clothing?

[danserai]

N-No, I just don't remember them? I'm just an orphan.

[ god, being a duck is hard. ]

A-And I do though I don't wear it often. We use it for our tutus.

[no_reload]

[Ah, no wonder she was here, he thought. Most of the kids here apparently needed to stick together or be adopted.]

Hmm, well, you'll be staying here to this weird attempt at a family, so you aren't an orphan as much anymore.

[That's kind of how his Latino family was anyway. Ready and willing to adopt most people.]

Ah, do you perform ballet?

[danserai]

[ it's not that she minded or was looking for a family . . . but she's grateful all the same. ]

Mmm, I go to a ballet school.

[no_reload]

[So a dancer. That would be entertaining. He resisted the urge to offer to make her dance appropriate clothing. He'd wait to see what she had first.]

I suppose you'll need a bit of a dance studio set up for you to continue that, yes?

[danserai]

[ wow he caught on that real quick. ]

I mean, I'd like that . . . but is it possible?

[no_reload]

[He made a soft considering noise.]

Of course it's possible. It's a matter of space, materials and know-how. It will take time, but it will be done.

[danserai]

[ oh . . . ]

You'd do that for me?

[no_reload]

Certainly. Everyone needs a place to practice their passion.

1/2

[danserai]

2/2

[danserai]

[ she launches herself at him. ]

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[no_reload]

[Reaper nearly just ghosted out of his chair when the little one flew at him. That would be a good way for her to get a black eye, so he made the conscious decision to let her fling herself bodily at him.

Then he patted her gingerly on the head.]

Don't thank me yet. I need to look into what is necessary for a proper floor and where to get mirrors that big.

[danserai]

[ oh, right, that's a lot isn't it. she blushes profusely before pulling back, her arms behind her back. ]

Uhm, it's okay if it takes a while. I still really appreciate you doing this for me. Sorry for the hug . . .

[no_reload]

[He still patted her head as she left from the hug. That was... an experience. He was getting too old to deal with kids of that age. Too much enthusiasm.]

Well... everyone needs a project, right?

[He wasn't a big builder, not for awhile anyway, but he had built enough crap in his younger days and during the war. Couldn't be the hard to pick it up again?]

[danserai]

Ehehe, I guess everyone likes to keep busy.

[ still she offers a light bow. ]

Thank you again.

[no_reload]

It's true. And everyone should feel welcome in the household.

[He stared at her for bowing. That seemed more like a Japanese tradition compare to any other culture he knew.]

Well, you'll be involved. Paint and wood needs to be picked. Design too.

[danserai]

[ good luck pinpointing ahiru's ""culture"" ]

Oh, I don't know anything about that . . . but I can learn! And help!

[no_reload]

Oh you will. Paint will usually be your favourite colour. Flooring can be a particular stain, since it will likely need to be a wood.

[Honestly, he had no idea what type of wood Trench had. That might be a problem he would have to look into sooner than later. He wasn't about to go about treating his own wood as that would take too long. Hmmm... it was something to focus on.]

[danserai]

[ wow it already sounds complicated, but ahiru stutters. ]

I-I'll do my best! You can count on me!