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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 8:39 am
Rodney took Osmond's hand lightly, as if he was afraid squeezing might bruise the other man's hand. "Rodney," he said shyly, tucking back his hair.
"Y-yes. What happened with you, did you have a vision too? Hephaestus...spoke through my pastor. In the middle of the sermon. She said...someone would come to pick me up. The rest of the congregation didn't notice. I'm just glad that...someone did come to pick me up."
It was just nice to have a strange vision immediately confirmed, even if things had been...oddly normal since then. There hadn't been any floating candles or hippogriffs, so far.
He was relieved that pets were okay, too.
"No, I see. Just...the Chosen. I don't...have any kids, so."
If only the Chosen were allowed here, then people with spouses, children...if they had them, would have to leave them behind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 8:57 am
Well, Osmond could hold out hope, at least. Ellie didn't have his green thumb, but she had other remarkable talents. Like... belching the ABC's. Might appeal to one of them.
He barely registered the touch of Rodney's hand; his attention diverted to the curious inquiry from Jan. He shook his head to Rodney and said between the both of them, "Yes, voices. Demeter tried to strike up a convo with me in tandem with my daughter. We were discussing some, erm"—here he cleared his throat—"personal matters regarding her and my ex-wife before she called my name. Spooked me badly and I, in turn, spooked poor Ellie. Girl probably thought her dad went insane." He gave a dry laugh. "So I can imagine how creepy it was to have your pastor, of all people, do so. Yeesh... At least someone did come. I was antsy that entire week until I got a ring at my door."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:08 am
Tom nodded his head quietly and quickly wrote what he needed to on a scrap piece of paper he had with him. If there was anything he had learned when he was in his residency, it was to carry a pen and some paper with him.
He was starting to feel a bit better, or at least he didn't feel so left out. It seemed he wasn't the only one who didn't have any connections yet. And at least he had his major questioned answered. Better to get the food allergen question out of the way first instead of during a meal.
He had thought about bringing his cats here, but he wasn't sure yet if he wanted to. He would eventually go back to California right? Maybe he shouldn't keep moving them.
He tipped his hat back a bit to see better and to uncovered his face a bit more. he liked to wear the hat but sometimes it seemed as though it kept some people from talking to him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:36 am
Jan listened keenly to the discussion as it went back and forth and went from amused smiling to a big and genuine grin at the confirmation that he was permitted to bring a pet here. The news that horses were also welcome was an enormous boon and one he hadn't been counting on, expecting to have to sell his horses along with his house if he was to move up to this part of the country. People were difficult, animals had never been, and even if he could not practice as a vet in the states without further accreditation, he did not like to be without his animals.
All of the answers thusfar had been to his approval, though he did agree with one of the other chosen that there had to be a catch somewhere, as there always was.
His curiosity was held however by the means of Rodney and Osmond's recruitment, it sounded much more extreme than what he had run into and raised further questions in his mind. Perhaps, he thought that if whatever it was that had happened to them WAS a god of some description that they had known that if they approached him with visions or speaking animals that he would have simply blotted it out entirely, the way he always had with hallucinations, voices or anything of that description.
"That must have been very distressing." he said with a frown to Osmond. "I haven't seen my kids in a long time, but I'd be rattled for weeks if they suddenly addressed me as some sort of god. My situation was simply an email and a phone call."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:53 am
"And the clean up?" Mal asked it again; a little louder this time, but he had that trick that all good cops learned over time, to project his voice. It wasn't a shout, but it was louder than conversation. It was meant to catch attention. He did it with both eyebrows slightly lifted, because they were, as more people arrived and came on the tour, an extremely diverse group. Young, very young, not so young, and the vibe he was getting off of this place was somewhere between 'private school with assigned chores for discipline' and 'prestigious academy no you don't need to do that', and he'd like to know which and soon. One necessitated a different attitude from the other, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 10:03 am
Sylvia’s brow furrowed a bit, but she tipped her head in acknowledgement and accepted the answer. She wasn’t sure that she liked this method of gathering people, but hey, she wasn’t in charge. Absently, she wondered if there couldn’t be some sort of alert system through their phones or something in their rooms or other technology. Hell, they were supposed to have ‘magic’ in their lives now, couldn’t that help? She gave her eyes a hard blink – Not in charge, remember? Not your problem. She was thinking about it too much.
Luckily, she was provided distraction fairly quickly as someone slid in next to her. Her eyes moved to him before her head followed, though an amused smile crossed her lips. “I’m just hoping it’ll be a catch I can live with. I’m not sure we can easily back out at this point.” She took note of a lingering ring around his eye and tilted her head, pointing, “Don’t tell me you’ve already made an enemy?” She was assuming that, for the most part, everyone here was a new recruit and just becoming acquainted with not just the grounds, but most of the others gathered here, and would thus be a bit shocked if he’d already found someone to throw a swing. Then again, it was possible that he was finding refuge here from whoever had given him the shiner; as hiding places went, a campus under the watch of Greek Gods didn’t seem like a bad option.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 10:39 am
Lincoln had been listening, silently, to everything that had been said so far without saying a word otherwise. No notes had been taken either, thought he did have a small, leather-bound notebook tucked into the back pocket of his jeans, along with a pen. He simply moved on as the others did, still observing without interacting.
So far, based on what he had seen and heard, there were a few people who had left children, parents, spouses behind. Others were on their own, both here and where they had come from. Some knew other recruits, but some, like Lincoln, had come without any prior connections. His small family that consisted of his parents and his sister were back home, and the last thing he wanted, under any circumstances, was for any of them to be here as well, least of all Lissa.
And he did not, he had to admit, like the sound of an Underworld. There were all sorts of ramifications that could stem from incidences with that. He wasn't sure how it could factor into them being here, but chances were it would not be the last time it was brought up.
Gaze sweeping across the gathering of people once more, Lincoln finally raised his voice - which, for the most part, was relatively low as it was, a little gravely, and with the faint trace of a rolling accent accompanying it.
"Is there any sort of curfew or requirement to be in our dormitories at a given time?" he asked, head tilted a little to the side, arms still folded across his chest. "Or can we work at our own pace while here?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 12:45 pm
"We have plenty of staff, if what you're asking is will I have to clean up and do shifts." She looked him over, eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to decide if he was bitching about it, or asking out of curiosity -- and he was a hard man to read.
She swept one hand out to the kitchens, where the middle aged woman was still smiling, distractedly, over her pots -- and, behind her, more people were working, all dressed in white, to get dinner ready to go. "We have better cooks and cleaners than you around here."
kuropeco "Is there any sort of curfew or requirement to be in our dormitories at a given time?" he asked, head tilted a little to the side, arms still folded across his chest. "Or can we work at our own pace while here?"
"We're all adults here." A pause. "We're all close enough to adults here. I trust you to take care of yourselves. But if you want to use any of the facilities, you'll have to make sure to sign up for those in advance. Speaking of..."
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The classrooms building is more modern than the rest of what can be found at the Prytaneum -- is brick and stone, instead of marble that makes up so much of the grounds. It has a boxy, uniform shape, covered with windows. The first floor has a high-ceiling, it is wide and open, with benches and art on the walls and only a few classrooms at this level. The majority of the rooms are on the second and third floors: classrooms of various sizes, from small seminar rooms to one large auditorium. To the west are a series of extension buildings, small and private and soundproof.
Max stood just inside the entrance of the building, where air conditioning cooled them all enough that they might wish for sweatshirts. For the moment, against the heat of outside, it was probably pleasant.
"You might be thinking there's far too much building, here, for us to ever fill, and until you lot showed up, I would have agreed." Max raised both eyebrows, rolling her shoulders as she swept a look over the crew -- maybe making sure everyone was still here.
"This isn't like a college, and is even less like high school. There is a lot to study, but everything is voluntary; we bring in resources, Chosen who are experts in their field, and they lead a series of classes. You can read through upcoming schedules and figure out what appeals to you -- or, if you're studying something in particular and would like to work more specifically on something that would help, just submit a proposal and we can help you out."
She half turned on her heels, gesturing to the closed doorways, and a murmur somewhere behind them. "Try to keep your voices down; some of these rooms might be occupied. But I'll lead you through a couple of them."
She took them through a few rooms, of various sizes. One so small it could hold maybe twenty people -- they'd have to peer from the doorway. Another, an auditorium that probably sat about a hundred and fifty. Most were smaller, but it was easy to see how some would be more useful for different kinds of study -- in any of the humanities. None had any of the supplies a scientist might need. That would be found elsewhere.
As they walked, feet echoing against the smooth stone floors, they could ask questions. Quietly, this time.
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OOC NOTE: Please help me out! From here on out, will you kindly bold any questions, in addition to quoting me? It makes it much easier for me!
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 1:24 pm
The soldier side-eyed the blonde who approached him and introduced herself. Another one chosen by Ares, it seemed. Looking around the room at the others chosen by the god, she stuck out like a sore thumb. "Cool," he said to her name. "Caleb." He wasn't exactly one for introductions. "What do you do?" He figured she must come from some kind of armed forces like him, or something. He gave a slight frown at the lack of invitation to raid Max's liquor cabinet. It's not like he was going to be able to charm her to get a drink. Not exactly one of his skill sets. He followed the tour through to the classroom building. He hardly spent time in these when he was in actual school, so he doubted that he'd be revisiting this place very much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 1:38 pm
Nodding at Osmond, Mathilda turned to Caleb. "Hmm? Oh, I'm a baker! I owe my own bakery in the States and one in Germany." She paused noticing his frown. "And if you're worried about alcohol, just make friends with a Dionysus chosen. I'm sure they'll help you out!" She winked at him, grinning playfully. This man seemed interesting.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 1:41 pm
For now, Cas seemed content to listen to other questions and receive their answers, letting the newness of the experience wash over him. It had taken a few years, but he'd learned that it was wiser to let the information come to him. In a place like this, the authorities would no doubt tell them everything they needed to know. Unless they came across a situation he found unfair, he'd take it as it came. "It's almost like you knew this would happen," he said with a grin. "Of course it counts." He began to walk as the rest of the tour snaked its way into the classrooms. "She says it's not like college, but I get the feeling we could still get in trouble," he intoned, mostly amused, a little serious. "But Poseidon must have good taste, if you're right. Then again, they all do." Apollo was proof of that. "The sea and horses, basically," he agreed with a nod. "So, me all over. These gods know what they're doing." Then he raised his voice, directing a question a Max. "What's the typical or average amount of time people spend in these classes?" He asked. "Or, rather, how much time should we be looking at in order to really learn and be successful?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 1:46 pm
Zan nodded shallowly, pondering consequences and punishment as the tour moved on. He hadn't considered what might happen if he were to try leaving, mostly because despite his suspicious mention of catches, he was pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere even if there happened to be one or two. As of this moment, if these people wanted him gone, they were going to have to force him out.
"I agree. Though I think I'd be willing to live with a lot. I mean, we've got gourmet food." He smirked, lowering his voice before they were prompted to. It just seemed like the place for it. "This..." He rubbed at his eye. "No one here did it, don't worry. I have a feeling there are people who could, but I haven't crossed them yet." Zan had barely met anyone at all, not even his bathroommate.
Quieting down long enough to take in the description of the classrooms, he couldn't help his faint sneer when he addressed the woman again. "I wonder if they teach juggling," he whispered. "I always wanted to get better at it." School was evidently not his cup of tea.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 2:58 pm
Sylvia smirked, “Yet to be confirmed, but I am certainly hopeful about the food. If it’s better than what I can make at home – which, to be fair, shouldn’t be hard to accomplish – it could certainly be worth putting up with quite a bit.” If she were honest, there was a lot this place had going for it that could convince her to stay. Everything she’d seen so far was quite impressive. The only thing she wasn’t very excited about was the living situation – the room was nice enough, but sharing a bathroom could be a serious pain. She liked having her privacy, her own space, and not having to worry about tidying up after herself (even if she was usually fairly tidy anyway). For now, though, it wasn’t enough to deter her curiosity.
Blue-green eyes scanned the crowd at his next comment, and she nodded. There certainly seemed to be a number of people here who seemed the type with no qualms about throwing a few punches. She gave a brief snort at the man’s response before she repeated, “Yet?” It made her wonder if he anticipated starting some trouble. He seemed like an easy-going fellow, but certainly a cheeky one, which she supposed could rub plenty of people the wrong way. Then again, even with the most easy-going group in the world, you rip a bunch of people from their lives and plop them in a foreign place with swaths of new people to adjust to and tensions were bound to run high. She didn’t doubt there would be trouble eventually.
The classrooms building was interesting, though Sylvia was unsure how much she would use it. She was tempted to ask some sort of question about the class schedules, but it would be easy enough to do her own research later. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or confused, to be honest – the prospect of classes was reminding her that she ultimately had no idea what she was supposed to be doing here. She was, on the one hand, excited to possibly learn more – she’d always enjoyed school and had been almost disappointed that she’d had to limit her learning for her degree. On the other hand, she didn’t like to feel forced to learn, but what else was she here to do? What exactly was she supposed to be training for? She still wasn’t entirely sure. She would rather train her brain than her body, she was better at understanding people and strategy than at being prepared to kick someone’s a** if she needed to… She made sure she was in shape, but there was a big difference between staying healthy and preparing for battle.
Her companion’s comment at least made her chuckle. “A worthy cause, definitely attend that class.” She glanced around once more, “Though I’ll bet that even if it isn’t on the schedule, you could probably find someone around here who could help hone your skills.” People could have the weirdest hidden talents, she knew that much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 5:17 pm
MoonRazor "What's the typical or average amount of time people spend in these classes?" He asked. "Or, rather, how much time should we be looking at in order to really learn and be successful?" "Studies have said that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to perfect any skill, but frankly, I think those studies are bullshit." She considered Cas, making a mental note perhaps, and raised both of her eyebrows. "How many hours is it going to take for you to be expert in your field?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 8:17 pm
"If the studies are bullshit," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "Then however many it takes." He wasn't the most book-smart guy on the street, so a solid 12,000 maybe.
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