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It's early evening, and the sun is going down over the lake -- the sky is a beautiful mishmash of oranges and purples when rumor spreads that something fun is going on outside, at the Assembly Hall. It's still orientation week, and no doubt everyone's tired of the boring assemblies and introductions and dry exercises in getting used to the Prytaneum.

This is something different.

Around the great firepit outside the Hearth, next to the Assembly Hall, there are a bunch of blankets, cushions, many and sundry, no doubt pulled from different parts of the Prytaneum. On one of them sits one of the Heroes of the Prytaneum: Chris Breaux, broad-shouldered and big and blonde, but with a comfortable hoodie on over a teeshirt, and, somehow, in true bro fashion, board shorts and flipflops. When he sees anyone approaching, he waves them over with a smile that could probably light up the room.

When more people approach and sit down, and the crowd is looking around at one another and murmuring, making small talk and some jokes, he speaks up [in a voice with a strangely twangy southern accent -- not Texan, but Cajun]: "We're playing Two Truths and a Lie. I'm sure you know how this works, but if you don't, I'll explain:

Start out by saying three statements. Two of them have gotta be true; the other one is a lie. As outlandish as you want, but y'know, more believable is better. Keep people guessing!

Whoever responds to you will pick one of them. If it's a lie, you have to come clean. Be prepared to learn some stuff about one another -- though there's no guarantees about what you're gonna learn."

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OOC note: Anyone can respond to anyone else at any time -- no post order required! Every person who posts starts by taking a guess at which of the person above them's statements is a lie, and then provides 3 statements of their own. When someone guesses at your lie, you can respond to them at your leisure to let them know if they got it or not.

There's really no way to win -- it's just an IC character mixer, getting to know your fellow residents of the Prytaneum, and giving you an OOC chance to refine your brand new characters.

As such, it may be a good idea to quote anyone you're speaking to, just to keep the RP going and make sure people see that they've been addressed!

Theo sat quietly enough, watching the chattering people around her and the guy who seemed to be in charge of this little exercise in particular. With a tiny smirk, she had to admit to herself that this game made for a good ice-breaker. Absently, she undid her messy bun and ran fingers through caramel-honey hair to get rid of any tangle as the girl who introduced herself as Brynn started the game.

"Okay, I'll bite," Theo spoke up, surprising herself. As she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, she grinned. "I'm gonna guess the three older brothers are the lie. It's the only one that makes any sense given your accent and god. Which now makes it my turn, I guess."

Frowning a little as she considered her facts, she finally shrugged and spoke matter-of-factly.

"Name's Theodosia Davis, but let's stick with Theo, mmkay? Poseidon chose me and here are my facts.

"I was attacked by a bull shark when I was younger." It certainly seemed plausible to those who could see the scarring on her legs.
"I punched a city councilman's son in the face last spring break." Well, she did look strong and possibly ornery enough to do such a thing. But what would be the point?
"I'm a college graduate with a degree in Marine Bio." Again, very plausible considering her god.

Theo made a finger gun and mimed firing it at Mal before allowing herself a slight smile.

"Oh, the punch is true. But it wasn't the councilman's son nor did it happen last spring break. You're pretty good at guessing."

As he gave his own facts, she wondered if she, as a chosen of Poseidon, was allowed to get along with people chosen by the sea god's brother. Wasn't that a big part of the legends? Poseidon and Zeus were always in conflict? Come to think of it, there really weren't many gods who got along all the time with each other. Hopefully, that godly tendency wouldn't translate to the humans they'd selected to be here.

It was certainly something to think about as she listened to the people around her offer up bits of themselves.

No god really got along with any other god for more than a bit. Even the ones who were married didn't really get along with each other. Mal figured that the gods were a lot like people, who didn't all always get along. A diverse enough group and you'd end up with what you ended up with; people you could tolerate for shorter or longer periods of time, people you liked, people you clicked with. It was all a mix.

Mal grinned at Eden. "Criminal Justice, actually. I have a degree in economics. My brother's happily affianced to an old work pal's nephew. I expect to get the invitation at some point, if we actually ever get mail here."

He nodded at Theo. "You seem like it. And the other two, well, your god." It got a one shouldered shrug. He could see Poseiden approving of someone who survived that and went on to study the sea anyway.

"I'm callin' you on that," Chris said, gesturing with his chin towards Eden. "I don't think you're in high school. Probably just out, am I right?"

Of course, Chris didn't look as old as he was, either -- not really. But that was all okay. He thought a moment, gaze a bit vacant, and then perked up, sitting more loosely, knees apart and elbows resting on top of them.

"I was born on a boat," he started.
"I speak three different languages."
"I dropped out of college but went for sports medicine."

Asher -- small, dark-haired, with a permanently amused expression on his face -- mostly sat sprawled on a blanket around the edge of things and observed the new recruits through narrowed eyes. The day had been hot, but now, as the dark crept in around the edges, it was actually nice to have the fire there, something to keep night's chill at bay. It made him drowsy, distracted.

He didn't intend to participate, but his eyes swept over Chris in a thoughtful sort of way.

"I think you speak two languages, not three." It came out of his mouth with a yawn -- and then, sighing, he ruffled his hair. By the rules of the game, now he had to have a go. He flicked a look around, chewing on truths and lies both.

"Asher, Hermes I guess." He raised a hand, sitting halfway up and brushing at his shoulder as he did.

"Uh. I'm from New Jersey." He had no accent: it was impossible to tell the truth of this statement.
"...I've been hit by cars nine times." Which seemed like a high number, but was also oddly specific for a lie.
"I've never been arrested." This one came after a long hesitation, though if it was because he was looking for a truth or plotting a lie...

Mathilda plopped down on a couple of pillows.

"Two truths and a lie, huh? Nice. Hermes boy, the non-arrest ain't true."

She hummed and leaned back on her elbows.

"Mathilda Callahan. Aries chosen, yay." Her voice was laced with heavy sarcasm. "And as for the truths and lie:"

"Assassin-ing runs in the family, mother and father and so on." Given her shoes and black clothing, it seemed likely. But really, assassin-ing?

"Got a degree in German and Economics, minor in Genetics. I'm crazy smart." Seriously? Her? Well you never know.

"Lastly, hmm....any of you gamers? Alice: Madness Returns? Totally my game. But, back on topic, I own the building of my bakery, live above it. Also own a bakery in Germany, but I got employees who run that one." Well...that was underwhelming.

Satisfied, Mathilda leaned back, smiling and munching on a cookie.

"I'm insulted." His tone was deadpan, though; Asher didn't actually sound insulted. "No, I've never been arrested. And also, I'm from New York, not the garbage pile."