It's time for another FAMILY MEETING!!

[carpevinum]

[There's a sign posted on 3-C on the 27th the future is now indicating that it's that time of month! That's right, it's time for the family meeting!

Lucifer is in charge this time and he is holding a whip, so please behave yourselves or you might get a warning crack near your head. Or don't behave yourselves. He's not your dad. He will, however, try his hardest to keep you all on track.

As Lucifer is also one of the Team Moms Dads, he's also made everybody lunch as he is wont to do. The rather fancy-looking food is set up on a couple of desks at the front of the classroom to peruse at your leisure. There are cookies and muffins as well, but please try to eat a real lunch instead of subsisting off of sweets entirely.

On the whiteboard, Lucifer has written the following topics & talking points that he'd like to discuss with everybody, and has requested that you all raise your hands so that this can be done in an orderly fashion... Good luck, Luci.

• Who is missing? Who is confirmed deceased?
• The gladiatorial battle — is it possible that those who died previously may come back to inflict further harm? Any guesses?
• What the Hell was going on last weekend?
• The void in the auditorium is infinite
• Results of last month's investigations that we agreed on doing
• The imps plaguing the school have been removed (thank you to Clamor for his assistance)
• Have we discovered anything new?

Last but not least, the final bullet is one hundred percent something that Lucifer clearly wants to do, and it reads simply:

• Instating a chore chart

So that's... fun.]

Let's try to keep this more orderly than the last one, shall we?

[And yes, the cardboard baby jail is set up in the back of the classroom! Naughty children go to cardboard baby jail. Naughtier children get a whip cracked at them. Have fun, everyone!]



[[OOC: The usual rules of the family meeting posts apply, which means threadjacking/general mingling is allowed and encouraged! Please remember to only share information your character discovered ICly to avoid metagaming. Also no Lucifer will not actually cause physical harm to anyone's characters with the whip unless player permission is granted, I'm not as psychotic as he is, don't worry about it.]]

Comments

[silentabyss]

I couldn't have pets growing up. I spent most of my time on death's door, confined to bed, so...

["Growing up", he says, like he's not sixteen.]

I like dogs too, but cats purr, so... cats win in the end.

[contrarily]

( she lets the kitty rest against her chest, cradling it with her arm, while she uses her good hand to pet it. it's... not like a normal cat, but that doesn't really matter.

shadows or not, it's still strangely comforting. )

I couldn't have pets, either. ( she admits, glancing away. ) 'cause my mom's an useless drunk and it's not like we could afford one.

[silentabyss]

[He'd honestly go get her one of the real cats if they wouldn't try to rip his face off.]

...your mom's awful too, huh.

[It's not phrased like a question. Noah doesn't pry, but he attempts to sympathize instead. She's not alone; he wants her to know, even if he might not be able to convey that properly.]

My parents neglected me. I wasn't my brother, therefore I wasn't the heir to the household or a candidate for becoming a Master, therefore I wasn't worth the time of day to them. I'm pretty sure they didn't even know my birthday.

...did things... ever get better for you? Before coming here, I mean.

[contrarily]

( it's okay, the black one scratched her up pretty bad first month so she'd rather hold the shadow one, honestly. )

Hmm... oh, yeah. I think you mentioned being a young master before. ( rich, but... that doesn't necessarily solve the parent problem, huh?

no matter the status, a child should never be neglected. )

Well, mine's just a whore. Didn't know who my dad was, and she'd bring a different, shitty man home every night. It was annoying as hell! ( she doesn't go into details, because nobody wants to know any of that, but... well, it feels nice to complain, at least.

she doesn't miss her home. at the very least, she's got that going for her. )

Nah. That's why I don't really care whether we return or not. Either way, I'm miserable. ... you got better though, huh?

[silentabyss]

...do I look better?

[It's a genuine question, he's not trying to be sarcastic.]

I'm sixteen, I don't have a home or a family left because they're all dead, the only person who ever cared about me from my blood relatives was assassinated when I was five, and I've been tracking down the cult that killed him ever since. I don't think I'm "better". The only reason I want to get out of here so badly is because I need to finish what I started.

[So that he can kill the assassin back and then die, finally. That all kind of bubbles forth unbidden, and Noah looks away perhaps a bit sheepishly. They're just venting at each other, but yeah, it is nice.]

...I'm sorry your mom's horrid. You don't deserve that. I don't think anyone does, but... I dunno. Maybe it helps to hear.

[contrarily]

Well, you're not stuck in bed anymore, right? So you're free to grab life by the throat and make what you can of it.

( she looks up, lips pursed. well... she connects to him, on some level, never having anyone give a shit about her — feeling depressive, feeling hopeless, feeling like death would be the easy way out, the salvation she's so desperately seeking.

she can't preach to him about anything, because it's not her place, and she doesn't know his story, and it's not as if she doesn't relate to staying alive for a singular purpose, nothing else. but... )

It does. ( nodding, she glances at him again, lips curving in a small smile. ) Sorry, Noacchi. You've been dealt a shit hand, too, but... I guess all we can do is struggle uselessly against that.