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AT THE LOCATION
(In a new thread for my own organization)

The sun is high in the sky as the group steps out of the portal. It's afternoon and pleasantly warm.

"Welcome to Tlos!" Sherry said, raising her arms wide.

"A site of human habitation for at least 4,000 years, it is believed to have been important to people of the Lycian, Roman, Byzantine, and even Ottoman empires. Today we are concerned with the rock tombs left by the Lycians. Recently there has been a renewed interest by the general public in investigating this beautiful place, which is why we are here now."

She turned to face the group. "You see that hill over there?" She pointed at the large rock covered with stone work that all but dominated the ruins. Really, you can't miss it. "That has the oldest part of the ruins- and where the rock tombs are. I have it on good authority that ONE of those tombs leads to the cavern system I mentioned before. I just don't know which one."

Sherry smiled. "So. Our first job is simple. We need to find out which tomb is actually a door."

She waved a hand. "You'll see evidence of archeologists...and local farmers. But we really need to find that door before they do. So. Everyone spread out, pick a tomb, and investigate. If you find anything that might be a door, let us know. Same goes for anything of interesting or that might have Fear in it."

She glanced around. "And is Horace here yet?" He was supposed to be meeting them, and she had brought him some lunch, too.

"Great!" Sherry beamed at the hunter, more than happy to see he'd made it just fine. "This is for you." She held out one blue bag. Inside, Horace would find some sandwiches, water, an apple, and a flashlight.

Dawson gave a low whistle as he took everything in, for a moment overwhelmed. He had never been to any place like this before and, much like Scout, he was a little too stunned to do anything at first.

And then Sherry said Horace, and the man himself appeared, and then said man found himself on the receiving end of a hollering hug.

(He couldn't help himself. Or maybe he could have, but he felt like being over the top.)

"Bruhhhhhh, yer here!" Dawson cheered, giving his friend a quick noogie before finally giving him some space. "Awesome, awesome. Don' worry, no tentacles here ta sodomize ya." Weird joke, but whatever, he was restless and slightly anxious still and now pleasantly surprised and raring to just vent energy.

Saluting Sherry in passing, he obliged Scout and went headlong into exploration to start them off.

And thus did Dawson very bravely poke his head into one tomb, immediately freeze up (literally and figuratively), and back out in a matter of seconds.

"N-Not that one," he reported, rubbing feeling back into his arms.

Once on the other side, Oliver was relieved to see the terrain was fairly open, not nearly as dark and frightening as he had anticipated. Still, he was a little slow to get started.

He wandered over to Horace, glancing both down at the uneven ground in front of him, and back towards the portal to see when Aro and Clyde came through. "H-hi, I'm glad to see you again, i-it's been awhile."

The kid was able to spare a glance in Dawson's direction, envying the other young man's enthusiasm. He hadn't seen the other young man since his visit in the infirmary, but he should at least return the rest of the sudoku book. Oliver had gotten through just over half of it with ease during the remainder of his stay.

To say she wasn't impressed when they arrived on the other side of the portal would be an understatement. As Momo glanced at their surroundings and the ruins she gave a low whistle of appreciation. The Mist had never been to a place like this. It felt so....

Old.

It was nothing like the bustling city of Chicago that was for sure. But she got this creep vibe from it too.

A tap on her shoulder snapped her to attention as a man with a large sun hat and camera briefly asked her how he could get back to Olu Deniz. She'd never heard of the place so politely told him such and that she couldn't help him. He scurried off with a shrug.

Oh wow! It was so sunny and nice and Mimi had a feeling today was going to be a very good day~
She listened with rapt attention as Sherry explained the surrounding to them, head turning at where the hunter mentioned they would be exploring. It made her wonder if Sherry had been a tour guide before. Surely she was. After all, she was so smart and pretty and awesome.

She couldn't wait to get started, and ran toward the first opening she saw.
It didn't help that she couldn't remember exactly WHAT they were looking for (not even five minutes after Sherry explained...), and found herself fascinated by some tiny rocks. Tiny colorful rocks, oooh~

Horace wandered towards another tomb - exploring meant hitting everything quickly, efficiently, The cat was let go, as it really was not efficient. But, as he approached, he was stopped. The sunhat, the camera, the awful Hawaii'an print shirt: it was a tourist. (Not that Hawaii'an print was awful, it could be worn well, but not with plaid shorts - even Horace knew that.) He shot her a disdainful look, which she apparently took to mean 'please repeat your question'.

"Ne parle pas anglais." He said in a deapan voice accompanied by a massive shrug. The tourist narrowed her eyes and repeated her question - in broken Spanish. Horace felt his patience wear thin. Very slowly, like he was speaking to someone he hated and who was rather dumb, he spoke again.

"Ne parle pas anglais. Ne parle pas espagnol. Va t'en." And then he pointedly turned his back on her. Who knew his rudimentary French would come in handy one day?

Horace poked his head into Oliver's tomb. "Find anything?" He noticed the funny look on his friend's face and the paper in his hands. "What's that?"