Family Meeting for the gang / Semi-Closed

[fierybluebird]

Characters: Marco, Grell Sutcliff, Thatch, Namur, Espio, and Tobias Hayes
Location: ~Around the Garden~
Rating: Hopefully PG-13. Let's keep violence/sex to a minimum okay?
Open/Closed/Finished: Semi-Closed (if another character wants to grab Marco for something it's available!)
Summary: Tattoo adjustments, family meeting, Marco stepping up as Captain



Sometime after the whole mission with Grell & Thatch, but before Namur also leaves on missions, Marco finally addresses the family cohesion "situation." Okay, so it's not exactly a situation anymore, but he's still concerned and there are things he needs to address with each and every member of the family, and with all of them together. And if there are going to be anymore miniature explosions, he'd rather they were now when he can handle them, then later at a very very bad time.

He hunts down everyone individually to make it clear that this meeting is not optional and if he has to pick them up and carry them there, he will. He also has needles and ink with him... so that might be a bit creepy. He gave himself plenty of time before all this though, since the meeting will be at dinnertime (which he has prepared) and throughout the whole day he goes around hunting everyone down.

Luckily, Namur is probably the easiest -- ironically? -- since Namur already was on the same page as Marco about it, and why Toby would normally be the easiest, Marco had a tendency to fall into a giddy Papabird mode that just wanted to play around with his favorite son whenever he was with the kid. As such, Toby is saved for last, since Marco can just ask him to come.

[ooc: there will be a big family thread everyone can go in any order on, because there are too many to go organized, and then separate threads for everyone.]

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Namur

[fierybluebird]

"Nam-chan! NAM-CHAN!!!" Marco loudly knocked on the bull shark fishman's door. "COME ON ALREADY!" Someone in the hall was going to kick his ass at this rate for the noise.

[om_nom_namur]

"Shit, y' make a lot a noise!" Namur yelled through the door from the other side of the dorm. Zelos could be pissed if he wanted, Namur still wasn't wearing pants and was quickly trying to rectify the situation while moving toward the door. Once he got himself properly situated, he keyed the code and the door slid open with a quiet hiss. "What y' squawkin' 'bout, anyway?"

[fierybluebird]

A one-armed sliding glomp and Marco actually somehow managed to noogie the sharkman's head despite how much taller Namur was. "I love you," he informed his brother cheerfully. Y u p.

Aren't you glad you get to follow this idiot for years to come?

[om_nom_namur]

"Seriously, bro," Namur scrunched up one side of his face in reaction to the noogie, but his arm slips around to support Marco's legs. His brothers might do annoying things, but he won't let them fall if he can help it. "Y' made a bigass ruckus jus' for that? Send a damn text or somethin', shit."

[fierybluebird]

"Nah, not just for that. Family meeting tonight at seven. No excuses," he flomped cheerfully onto Namur's hair and made a small miniature nest for his chin to nestle in.

[om_nom_namur]

Resigned, Namur backed up and sat on the arm of the couch, since it seemed like Marco wasn't going to be getting out of Namur's hair- literally- any time soon.

"Ain't goin' t' try slippin' out a it," he said. "Y'd prob'ly jus' turn pelican an' scoop me up anyway. Yer place?"

[fierybluebird]

"Aye, I would at that," Marco gave an evil grin and shook his head, "A bigger place. I'm bringing ink and needles too." His plan was just to let Namur process that implication.

[om_nom_namur]

"Passin' on the family mark huh?" A stab of unease pierced his gut, but he shook it off. Marco's just claiming his family for himself. They'd talked about it. Better than having a bunch of people who never met or never knew the Old Man wearing his mark around as if they had any idea what it means.

"Can't get there if y' don't tell me where it's at."

[fierybluebird]

Marco gave him the directions and tilted his head curiously. "Changing it actually. Wasn't that what you suggested?" He didn't quite frown, but he was a little worried, and trying hard not to second guess himself. Did Namur think it was a bad idea? Too soon? Too much? Too little?

Oi oi, he needed to stop worrying and just do it.