Whittaker's careful observation was interrupted, quite suddenly, as a familiar voice bellowed through the bodies nearest to him. The confusion hit him so quickly that he didn't have the time to stop the expression reaching his face and both of his thick brows drew into a 'V' so deep that it nearly obscured the portion of his scar that ran jagged between his eyes.
She was in his sight before he had the time to wonder if it was really her and despite himself, that confused expression faded into something almost amused even if it wouldn't have appeared terribly obvious to anyone that didn't know him. The stoniness on his face faded and the corner of his lip quirked even as she smacked a hard, flat palm into his back.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, actually."
The large trunks of his arms remained crossed over his chest, guarded even with her at his side. He would never admit it but it did feel nice to know someone in this crowd - there was a certain level of ease in a familiar face and for what is was worth, even if they sometimes went months without speaking, the smaller woman was probably one of Whitt's better friends - maybe one of his only ones. At least when she wasn't cheating at their ongoing chess game.
A smirk tucked his lips as his eyes left her and wandered back out to the crowd - some were asking for names, other were giving it, and then that scrappy little Ares woman met his gaze. He held it, unyielding, for a moment before he shrugged and looked back at Cruz. She had been noted whether or not she chose to wander over - he would find her at some point, he knew, out of his curiosity to know what marked them for the same god.
"Ares," said the man of few words, not attempting to keep his voice hushed. "I'd say I don't know why, but I've got an inkling. Yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 3:26 pm
Tom knew he had arrived way too late when he could see everyone mingling already. Well that’s what you get for staring at all of the statues and their lettering underneath! And those posters, and the flyers, and all of those other things you shouldn’t have gotten stuck on. He sighed, yet again he had gotten distracted.
He had decided to accept the courier’s offer to come here, and unfortunately he had blundered it by coming to the tour group so late. Sure, he was usually an extroverted guy, but it was never easy to start at a new place where there was no one you knew and you decided to take your time going to the gathering and actually meeting people.
Well, all he could do was either try to find someone to talk to or just be here for the tour and get any of his questions answered. But did he have any questions?
Sure, a good question was ‘WTH Greek gods are really what the heck is even I don’t know what’s going on anymore??!’ but he figured that wouldn’t be a good first question to ask. He had probably missed some things, but he might be able to find someone else to answer them once Max was done answering questions.
Though he had been told this wouldn’t be like the Harry Potter universe or anything where electronics would be outlawed and they had to use some other form of communication such as owls or something.
He looked around, trying not to look totally new and completely lost. Though he hoped to find someone else who had been chosen by Apollo. After he had gotten the message he had done everything he could to read up on the Greek god and was… quite surprised that he had chosen him. However, it was probably the Doctorate degree that had intrigued the god at first.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 3:27 pm
Mathilda walked up to the two - friends it seems. She kept her gaze until he turned to the woman.
"Well, that's interesting. You seem to be the only two to know each other. Mathilda Callahan, Ares. Also, quite the stare you got there."
Mathilda crossed her arms over chest, leaning on her heels.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 3:43 pm
“Oh, you have an inkling do you?” Armani raised an eyebrow and fought off the temptation to laugh, why did she even bother asking? “Hera.” She replied.
“So, I kinda always imagined high school was a little like this.” She went on; eyeing the other new recruits in the room. Armani had dropped out of education at a young age and guessed this would be the closest she would ever come to getting a diploma. She tilted her head to the side and watched as Mathilda approached.
She was right, it looked like they were the only two people here who had a connection. Small blessings. “Yea we know each other, I am Armani, the big guy is Whitt.” She patted him on the shoulder, shrugged and then sighed. “I guess that means you two are in a clique together, oh man this is like high school.” She rolled her eyes, her tone dripping in sarcasm as she took a few steps forward.
“Come hunt me down soon!” She winked at Whitt, making a very bad joke about his profession before looking around - to see if someone from her own clique was hanging around.
"Rodney Michaels," one man volunteered softly, melting in from the back of the tour group. He was very pale and looked as though someone had purposefully put his ice cream sandwich in a trash can.
He worried his hands.
"I'm an artist. Hephaestus asked me to come. Um, I know this may be a heavier question, than about the campus. What...happens, after we die? Do you know?"
He seemed extremely burdened by the question.
"There's an underworld." She offered it in a matter of fact way, as if it were the simplest thing imaginable. "It's real. But I can't tell you what you'll see there, or how it'll be defined.
"And on that incredibly depressing note, let's move on."
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The Hearth means two different things at the Prytaneum. It is the building, a massive Greek construction adorned with columns and painted in warm shades of red and yellow, accented with hint and greens. But it is also the great firepit out front of the building, big enough for a large bonfire and always burning with a low, deep fire. This is for gatherings, for heat, and also is a great and ancient magic that they aren't going to go into just now.
For now, Max just warned everyone to stay out of it.
"It's not dangerous. Unless you don't know what you're doing." And with a bright grin, she gestured the crew inside.
While the outside looked old-fashioned and high end, inside it was more of a cafeteria -- albeit a very nice one. Long wood tables filled the room, prepared to hold more recruits than even already fill the Prytaneum, but seating was family style.
"We serve full meals, three times a day." She gestured to the tables, leading people down the aisle in the middle of the room toward a door in the back. "They're more or less gourmet; this is no high school."
A pointed comment. Maybe she'd heard some of the bickering near the back.
"Of course, you're also welcome to eat whatever you bring in from the outside world, or cook your own meals in the kitchens, if that's your preference. But we cover the cost of this bit, and that -- well. That you'd have to do yourself."
With that, she pushed the doors open and led them into the kitchen. Everything stainless steel, high end and well-kept, with a middle-aged woman with braided dark hair and bright eyes smiling at them over a pot of something she was working on. She looked unassuming, distracted, offering a wave and smoothing an apron down over her belly, unconcerned by their presence. And they might be more distracted by how good it smelled in here.
"After the tour, we'll serve our first dinner for you all. But for now, any questions?"
Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 4:19 pm
If Whittaker was being truly honest, he wasn't really up to date on his mythology. He knew that Hera was the wife of Zeus, but beyond that her domain was out of his scope of knowledge and he really didn't know if the things he knew were more truth or myth either. It didn't take a genius to assume what his small friend's strengths were - she owned a pretty successful Inn and micromanaged to the moon and back. There wasn't a soul in this world he'd ever seen her back down to and her legion of obedient younger brothers was a force to be reckoned with by itself.
What of those had earned her place here? He wasn't sure. He wasn't a man that liked to be unsure of anything.
For the moment, he let Cruz do the talking for him - not even batting an eye as she so non-nonchalantly dropped his name. It was an easy relationship they had and he more often than not felt right at home letting her take the lead in social interactions. The more talking she did, the less space he had to fill.
Unfortunately, right now she seemed fit to leave him in search of her own kind - whatever they were like.
"Alright, boss," he mumbled after her joke, containing his playful annoyance in favor of settling his gaze on the newcomer. At least if he had to be left alone it was with someone he was interested in talking to. That same 'stare' swept over her form in a judging way, not heated as some men might be prone to do, but simply interested in the striking differences between them.
"Mathilda," he repeated, printing her name on his thoughts as he gave voice to it, "how did the mighty Ares speak to you, hm?"
As their guide moved into motion, his thick arms unbound and a single, broad hand gestured forward - it was the only invitation he was going to give her to walk with him. He wouldn't have been offended if she'd decided otherwise, either. It wasn't long before they were entirely gone from the assembly hall and instead walking through a place that he knew, from her own admission, Mathilde would want to explore - she had already been asking, after all.
He went silent in preparation to let her ask her questions, though he was pretty silent in general anyway.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 4:30 pm
Mathilda watched the girl run off.
"I was right, this is a school! Ug. I though I was done with that!" Sighing loudly, she turned to -
"Whitt, is it? And Ares correct? It's nice to meet you. Mathilda. Have I already said that? I've said my name so many times today, I can't remember who I've said it to."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 4:33 pm
"Oh, sorry! Didn't hear you! He spoke through me via my Bloody Velvet Cookies batter. Broke my best bowl too."
She smiled and walked beside the man.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 4:47 pm
Here Tom had to ask a question. "If we have severe food allergies is there somewhere or someone we need to give that information too? I mean I guess you guys may already have it, but I just want to make sure." He didn't have a common allergy, but anything seafood related or caught in some body of water he was severely allergic to.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 5:25 pm
Osmond whistled out a note; taking in the view of the dining hall and the kitchen with more attention than he figured. This place was shaping up to be better than he realized, though of course, it would've been better with Ellie. Still, he kept his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes darting around, taking in every little bit of detail like he needed air.
"I know you mentioned we can cook our own meals, but what about ingredients? Fresh ones... Is there a garden here?" This made it a little obvious he was a Demeter chosen. "Anything works... I could even manage it too if it is required or anything."
((Btw, Osmond's open for more interaction. :>))
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 5:47 pm
This wasn't exactly what he' been imagining. Granted, he wasn't entirely sure what he'd been imagining anyways, so who really knew. This was all so outside the scope of anything he'd ever experienced, it was probably better to approach it all with an open mind, rather than any preformed opinions.
Gods and all, higher purposes.
Ed lingered near the back of the group, expression an equal mix of curiosity and certain natural skepticism he had a hard time shaking(even if when the evidence was all pointing towards truth). He'd followed along wordlessly, letting the other's ask the obvious questions for him, and contented himself with listening and watching. Not just the their guide, but all the other chosen as well. Where names were given, he made a point to try to commit the faces they belonged to to memory. The others, well, it was only the first day.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 7:08 pm
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Her eyes slid onto Mal and her smile came back. "Your mail is all being forwarded. Don't you worry a lick."
Mal flicked Max a brief salute. He would worry anyway; he'd have Finn text him when he sent it out, and that way he'd have an idea of when it should arrive.
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Mathilda glanced at the eyes looking at her. Good. With a blink of her eye, her entire posture shifted.
"Cool! I'll go talk to them then!" She smiled and waved at Mal, falling back behind a few people.
Mathilda got a quick flash of that grin, the one that lightened his face from worried to something easier, and a wink.
He trailed along with the pack, near the edge of it but not on the edge; he didn't want to stand out so much by being near the back. And in the near-middle of the pack, he got to hear people, catch names and -- it had to be Harry Potter that made him think houses, not gods.
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Here Tom had to ask a question. "If we have severe food allergies is there somewhere or someone we need to give that information too? I mean I guess you guys may already have it, but I just want to make sure." He didn't have a common allergy, but anything seafood related or caught in some body of water he was severely allergic to.
The guy's question-- he hadn't caught his name, didn't think he'd introduced himself, brought up another concern. Mal nodded his agreement. "And who cleans up after meals?"
(Would someone like to spar with Mal? D: I would love you forever!!)
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 7:36 pm
"Hello, Mathilda Callahan, Ares. I heard you have ingredients. I'm a baker myself, and am always looking to make new recipes."
Mathilda smiled gently at the newcomer, leaving Whitt's side for just a moment.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 8:00 pm
Rose had actually thought that the paramount of her success was her stage - bought, built and maintained with her own efforts. But standing there in the Prytaneum, viewing the grounds and hearing the individual called 'Max' buried in a myriad of questions, she thought that perhaps she had dreamed a little too small. Not that she was any less in love with her lounge, but everything seemed very suddenly tiny and insignificant.
Who could blame her? There was talk of Gods and Goddesses, they were touring one of the most incredible facilities she could have ever dreamed of, and there was a whisper of magic in the air.
Drawing in a breath, she scarcely joined the tour before it entered the mess hall, looking around with polite interest but still very much assessing and trying to compartmentalize what was happening. It was a better option than to be overwhelmed. Lifting a hand, she delicately tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear before smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle at her stomach, posture almost too straight, her blue dress feeling well suited for their surroundings. If stepping into the Prytaneum was entering a new world, then the state-of-the-art facilities were like walking the pages of a magazine. It was all surreal in a 'this is really beautiful but how did this become my life' sort of way.
She didn't immediately recognize any of the gathered, taking slow steps through the sparse groups to look and listen with her own wandering eyes. Rose did spot Chris, but she didn't immediately go to him, not about to let stage fright get to her now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 8:07 pm
Osmond flashed Matilda the briefest of smiles before his lips drew to a small O in interest. "Pleasure, Matilda. Name's Osmond Rosalind, chosen of Demeter. Now that's something to hear! I'm not the greatest chef, but I do know my way around a kitchen and like to dabble from time to time." He tilted his head. "Are you planning on cooking your own meals? Not that I'd deny their food—considering it's supposed to be top tier and all—but taste-testing quite filling, heh."
