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

[imaglyphwitch]

[Ok, so it helped that Luz had talked to a few people before this session. Between her run in with Shiro and her talk with Lance, Luz had gotten some more insight on the type of person they had as a roommate, although Reaper's whole thing still seemed pretty complicated. Some things had been gained through guesswork, after all, and some of it through talks].

That sounds good, yeah.

I'll be honest: I didn't know a lot about you before that stuff with Lance, and even now I'm still getting to know what your deal is. I know enough that you wouldn't hurt us, and I never got the feeling we were harboring some crazy guy. But as far as Lance goes, I still have a question: ¿Por qué te enemistaste con él?"

She knew full well the others wouldn't know what she was saying and she meant it that way: this was a question specifically for Reaper, and she wanted to know the answer.

[laminae]

[Fern is visibly tense. Thorns have already sprouted up on his body in between the mushrooms, and he looks like he's doing his best to hold it together. Thankfully he is, even though he really, really doesn't want to do this. You know what's way easier? Accepting every single major flaw of a parental figure and going along with them even when the situation might be toxic.

You know what's wrong? Accepting every single major flaw of a parental figure and going along with them even when the situation might be toxic.

He's trying to do the right thing here, trying to make sure this isn't going to just be another Martin or Gumbald or Grassy Wizard or Maul. But it's hard.]

You wanna explain why you messed Lance up so bad he had a breakdown over a public network?

[droptheious]

[Varian is here mostly to act as a mediator. Luz already came to him with her worries- and he knows they're very legitimate ones. He knows the younger kids in the house need to feel safe. But Varian is also in a position to have done some horrifically terrible things in his past. He can't really completely berate Reaper for past actions either. That would be far too hypocritical for his taste.

So, here he is in the middle, leaning on a wall, arms folded, clearly unhappy. ]

I just want to know if...well, how safe you are, right now? Like... was this just a one-off or are we in a ticking timebomb situation?

[schoolingfish]

[Luca sat for a minute, considering his question. All of this information had been a lot, and he hadn't known how to feel about it. But, he supposes, figuring that out and figuring out whether he should be concerned all starts with the why of it all. So he asks.]

So...why did you do it? Why'd you kill that guy?

[He hesitates, then adds...]

The killing someone thing...it's not something that's likely to happen again, is it?

( enter the duck! )

[danserai]

[ while all these dramatic meetings and discussions are happening, there is a timid knock on the door. ahiru peeks in, looking very sheepish. ]

Hello . . . ? My name is Ahiru and Luz said I could stay here? If that's okay! I can go if you want!