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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 10:36 am
Rodney, who had been hanging around looking generally dejected, perked up like a recently-watered droopy plant at the introduction of the studios.
"Ah," he said softly into the whir of noise, and clutched his jacket. The sound of machinery was friendly. This section, of course, was metal working. Fire, heat, the clang of metals being reworked. But...carving...there it was all cutting. Water jets, chisels, saws. It worked better in an outdoor space, or one like a garage, where all the dust had a place to go.
He looked happily at the equipment.
"Do you have a quarry supplier who's close by?" He asked, not touching but absorbing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 11:25 am
"Whatever was missed, can be explored again. There's less a likelihood of it being locked down in this situation than your average community college." Her comment was a mixture of amusement and an attempt at reassurance. This wasn't exactly a normal college - she doubted attendance counted. The sound they passed through - the horrible wailing with the pastel-painted woman that was apparently harnessing it - made Rose want to cringe. She was not prone to doing so, however, and instead pressed her lips in a thin line, her eyes drawn tight and her hands clasped to a white-knuckled degree as they quickly passed the source of the raucous. It took almost a solid minute of being in the sound-proof area for her ears to stop ringing with the echo of the cacophony, the tension easing out of her features. Glancing to the well-kept man, she tipped her head in agreement. "The entire campus is remarkable. Not that I'd expect less for the training grounds of the Gods." Truly, if it had looked like a normal college campus, she probably wouldn't have stayed. Quality was important, after all. Her eyes turned to the pink-haired woman that was tailing along with them, marveling softly to her, "You look like Spring, and you wear it well." medigel i actually didn't realize we're all Apollo, that's fantastic
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 1:08 pm
Zan shook Sylvia's hand, adding, "I'm... Hermes?" right before they were led past another quiet space and on to the loudest leg of the tour so far. He hadn't thought much about what being chosen by one god over another might mean, although he had some ideas about a few of them. "Which are you?"
To his surprise, these areas intrigued him far more than the classrooms had, mostly because it was implied that magic could be used to enhance the experiments here. He wondered if that pink-haired girl's metal mess had magic in it too, or if that was only allowed in the lab. And what in the hell was a recording studio doing in a laboratory? He thought about releasing a 54-track banjo album blessed by some blue guy in feathered shoes and grinned behind his hand.
"Well, this is cool," he told Sylvia. "Maybe everyone will be too busy making stuff to fight."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 1:20 pm
medigel "What's the rule about outside connections? Like calls or texts to friends n' fam?" she asked, her voice still carrying a soft lilt even though she wasn't mumbling anymore. One wondered if she could even hear herself. "Do we stay year-round, or do we get vacations in winter n' summer or something?" "What do you think this is, a prison?" Max looked almost offended by the question, frowning at the unfamiliar face. Maybe Stormy should have been on time after all. "Of course you can call, or go home to visit. Any efforts to tell them about the magic will tie your tongue, but that's for your own safety -- you're no good to us in a mental ward. "This place is for your use, not to keep you. Again, once the orientation period is over, it's up to you to determine if you're best serving your god on the grounds here or elsewhere out in the world." Toshihiko Two "Do you have a quarry supplier who's close by?" "Absolutely. Submit a request to Brynn Abernathy, the girl with the crazy hair. You'll find her in here." She hesitated, just one moment. "Any supplies needed to work on those skills for which your god Chose you will be provided. However, please do not submit requests for things you want just for fun[/] like, say, video games."
She didn't single anyone out. It'd probably be clear enough anyway. "Unless it's to study how to make...better...video games."
This would further some gods' goals, certainly, but not hers. Max couldn't suppress a grimace at the idea.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 1:54 pm
"And on that note, let's move on." Back up through the noise and the chaos and then out of the building, so that they could move across to where the Track and Field stood.
It is Olympic quality, but there's no real surprise there. The running track is marked with lines for all kinds of races, and others beside, with a dirt outer ring. Contained within, the field itself is prepped for whatever sport they might like to team up and play -- though, currently, it's also filled with practice dummies and padded weapons that the new recruits can use for a little bit of learning. All the grounds are carefully kept, clean; the stadium seating to one side is pristine and freshly painted in every color of the rainbow. Professional athletes would have killed to practice here.
"We have sporting events, now and then, but I do understand that's not everyone's cup of tea." They stood in front of the bleachers -- Max squinting into the distance -- and then relaxing, slightly, as a shape on the other side of the field rounded the corner and came closer. Many of the Chosen would recognize Olivia von Hooten, comfortably seated on the back of a beautiful Palomino, it's hair neatly and cleanly braided back out of the way. Maybe she recognized them, too -- her eyes flashing a bit as she smiled at the lot, one hand raised in a brief wave before she started away again.
"Of course, if there is some particular physical activity, some sport that appeals to you, you can always make a proposal and put together some teams to play." Max regained her focus quickly at least, her eyes sliding over the lot of them. "Whatever it is you need for your health and for your advancement."
Including, apparently, horses. They could watch Olivia make her way around another lap as Max gestured them down and into the Gymnasium building itself.
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It is another modern building, smooth and square and dull, in comparison to everything else on the grounds. The first floor is mostly one large room, prepared for any kind of indoor activities they could need: basketball hoops, a setup for volleyball nets, cages to serve as soccer nets if needed. At the far end, a doorway leads to the locker room, storage rooms, and a staircase up.
The second floor is broken up a bit more. A large workout room is equipped with weights, mats, machines that can be used to build strength and muscle. There are bikes, treadmills, ellipticals: this is a room designed for health and self-improvement.
There are also several smaller rooms for classes. One of them has a small group of mostly women in the midst of a yoga class; others have full pads for gymnastics, and everything else that might be needed.
After they walked through the building, they stopped again in the middle of the Gym itself, lit mostly by the filter of sunlight through high windows. Their voices echoed just a bit, in here, too loud and too quiet at the same time.
"You should at least take care of yourself." It was her gentle way of telling them that they should try to be health, and maybe work toward that. "But I acknowledge that it's not an important part of many of your daily routine."
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OOC Note: Questions for me in bold, please!
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 2:28 pm
When they entered the workout room, Osmond found himself overcome with a familiar sense of laziness. He unconsciously splayed a hand on his stomach and felt the light plushness beneath the button-down and tie; it wasn't that he was unhealthy, but even he was a little clumsy about the middle. As he had admitted before, he liked to snack, but it only really showed when he was out of a suit (which, oftentimes, was rare).
Thankful to be out of the company of so much machinery, guilt swelled forth again when he found himself distracted by the yoga class. A little too distracted.
Catching himself and clearing his throat, he said, "A, um, a workout partner would be good... If anyone... If anyone needs a buddy, I'd be open to that."
Cue eyes sliding back to the class in session.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 2:36 pm
Mathilda scoffed in Max's direction. "It's called Steam. As long as I have internet access, I can get my own games." 'Seriously', Mathilda thought, 'not subtle.' "Also, what kinda of weapons are available? A nd if we want any made, should we speak to Brynn?" Turning to Osmond, Mathilda wiggled her fingers. "I'm game if you are! Let me know!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 2:54 pm
Wiggling members broke Osmond's lingering gaze, causing him to flush slightly red. His voice croaked and he nodded his head vigorously; almost forgetting what he had said previously.
"Oh, yea, definitely," he said to Matilda, giving her a toothy smiling. "I'd love to!"
Hopefully when yoga classes weren't in session.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 3:23 pm
Laughing, noticing Osmond's blush and expression, Mathilda clapped him on the back. "Awesome! It's gonna be a blast!" Smiling, she continued to look around the room. The weights caught her attention. 'Leg days are coming back!' she thought.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 4:33 pm
Sylvia narrowed her eyes a bit at Max’s response. Well, s**t. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought it up. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be pressed into service. And asking that question probably brought more attention to her than she wanted for such a situation. Maybe they would forget she asked… She would just have to wait and see. There was still the possibility of needing to teach others to deal with their own issues rather than coming to her someday, so she was sort of figuring she’d eventually have no choice as it was, really…
The laboratories were nice enough, though Sylvia doubted she would be coming here. She… was never terribly good at the very hand-on sciences, and while it was nice to know that the opportunity to learn and practice more existed, she very much doubted she would ever feel the need to explore it.
Her new friend Zan (what an interesting name) seemed a bit unsure of his God for some reason, and she lifted a brow at him but decided not to ask. Perhaps he just wasn’t as well-acquainted with Greek mythology and thus a little unsure of the name. She answered, “Aphrodite,” rather matter-of-factly when he asked for return. She wondered if it wouldn’t be a fun game sometime to actually guess each other’s houses rather than stating them as formal introduction material, but it seemed standard enough already that they wouldn’t get the chance.
The Studio was not going to be a frequent stop for Sylvia, she knew that much. She was interested in art and creation, but she had no idea how to carry it out in the ridiculous ways this studio seemed to present, and quite frankly she wasn’t a fan of just how loud it was. She could hardly hear herself think. She squinted against the noise as they moved past the workshop and she peeked ever-so-briefly inside to see what it offered, even if she wasn’t likely to know how to use any of it. The computers she was glad to see, at least, and it was good to know there was a soundproof area, just in case.
A considerate frown crossed her lips when Zan spoke again, “It can’t hurt to hope so.” She tilted her head and offered, “Though, I probably won’t be in there too much. Lots of noise. And I’m not exactly hugely creative in those respects…” Doodling on the edge of a notepad? No problem. Folding some origami? Rock on. But welding and building and such? Eh… “But we can hope that the angry ones find a creative outlet instead,” she gave a soft nod.
As they headed for the next leg of the tour, Sylvia saw more promise and leaned into Zan, “Oooh, sports could be a good distraction, too.” She knew that she, at least, would be much more likely to visit the Gymnasium. Her metabolism kept up with her constant snacking so far, but she liked to make sure she exercised a few times a week and kept in decent shape. She might not go for any sports, but the equipment here looked great.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 7:55 pm
Glass Pomegranates what kinda of weapons are available? And if we want any made, should we speak to Brynn?" "That'll be covered in the Armory, in the next leg of our tour."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 8:32 pm
Glass Pomegranates what kinda of weapons are available? And if we want any made, should we speak to Brynn?" "That'll be covered in the Armory, in the next leg of our tour." Mathilda grinned. She couldn't wait for that leg of the tour. Looking around, she took in all the other people around her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 8:18 am
There was a long breath of silence and into it, Max hummed a bit, considering -- then bobbed her head in a nod. If no one had anymore questions, she'd lead the group out of the Gym and down toward the Armory.
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The Armory looks like one of the oldest buildings on the grounds: the backside covered with stiff, ionic columns, marble painted in dark reds and striking yellow-gold. The front, which faces toward the Hera dorms up the hill, is more modern, and the entire building has been retrofitted with added security: steel mixed in with the stone, so if anyone should somehow make their way to the Prytaneum and break in, it'll take some doing to get to the weapons, at least.
It is not what many would picture, perhaps. It's not a great room filled with piles of shimmering metallic weapons, there is no chaos. Instead it is strictly organized by type into rooms, the weapons locked carefully into cases on the walls. It is not a simple matter of walking in and taking what you'd like: these weapons are, clearly, something you have to earn, something that must be taken out with paperwork and consideration. It is an armory, not a free-for-all.
Recruits can't even go inside without proper guidance.
As they moved up the hill toward the back of the building, Max starting to explain that they were only to come to this building when there was an official need, a voice called out to them from behind -- and if they turned to look, they'd lay eyes on a bronzed man of about 35 with a very attractive manbun and a supermodel smile. He was in the midst of pulling on a dark t-shirt, still a bit breathless from effort as he chased them down, live weaponry strapped at his hip. He made Max sigh just a little, but she paused outside the building to shake his hand, instead of racing on.
"Griffin Ortega, the new recruits. Griffin is our weaponsmaster; once you've received some basic training, he'll run some classes that will improve your skill with whatever weapon seems to suit you best." She released his hand and, grinning, he turned to address the crew.
"I'll be happy to see you all soon." His accent is heavily Spanish; he sweeps hair back out of his face as he looks them all over, and then back to Max. "I'll come with you?"
And so he'd follow them on the rest of the tour.
"You may have noticed some small added benefits that come with Chosen, but there are still more. Tomorrow, you'll all be given a token with the symbol of your God on it. With this comes protection: sickness will be kept mostly at bay, and no blow will strike through to your skin until its magic wears thin. This means that when taken into battle, you'll be less fragile than human, better equipped to fight any monsters that should find their way to your side." She opened the door as she spoke and led them inside, down rows of locked cages filled with weapons.
There were no guns here. There were no bombs, no electronics. Everything looked hand-forged, hand-made, old-fashioned if not necessarily ancient.
"And yes. You heard me right when I said monsters. Because they're real." She paused in the middle of the room, turned to face them, arms folding slowly over her chest. "They're real, and a problem for humanity. Harpies and giants, serpents and werewolves and worse. You can give me all the skeptical looks you'd like, but..."
She pointed, and they could all look up to the dragon head mounted high at the far end of the armory. It certainly looked real.
"But there is a downside to the blessing of your god, which is that you are now a target. They will come after you, more than anyone else. But we will train you to be able to handle it, when they do."
She drew in a breath, forcibly relaxed herself. Max didn't look worried, at least.
"We'll arm you, too. This week, before orientation is out, not today. First you should take advantage of Olivia's setup on the field to get the feel for what a fight is like, since I'm sure many of you have never been in one, and figure out what feels best in your hand."
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OOC: questions in bold, please! for either Max or Griffin. you can still ask questions about the gym, too, since I know that leg was a bit short~
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 5:15 pm
The sight of the horse had prompted a delicate touch to Cas' forearm and a brief flash of a smile at him. Sea and horses. Looks like Poseidon's Chosen were very well suited to the grounds. Coming into The Armory was a different sort of experience from the rest of the tour. Rose could feel her pulse quicken at the mere idea of handling weapons - and not only that, but ones that may have truly been as old as the Gods that had called them into service. It was disquieting, though she only showed her discomfort in the slight steeple of her fingers in front of her stomach. The Spanish instructor was greeted with a slight incline of her head and a soft, "Good day, Mr. Ortega," before her eyes were drawn to -- -- was that a dragon? A dragon head? She counted her graces that she was already pale, for she was certain all color drained from her in that moment. Glancing to those that were near, she realized in a distant sort of manner that this wasn't just learning for herself - it was for all them, no matter what God lay claim. It made the gravity of the situation that much heavier. " How long do we have?" She raised her voice to be heard, expression vaguely neutral, though her eyes held concern. "For those of us who have never held a weapon nor dreamed of battle - even with the blessings you speak of, how much do we need to train to be ready?" If it was anything like the military, Rose figured her long nights were about to get longer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:09 pm
Chrystali " How long do we have?" She raised her voice to be heard, expression vaguely neutral, though her eyes held concern. "For those of us who have never held a weapon nor dreamed of battle - even with the blessings you speak of, how much do we need to train to be ready?" It was Griffin who answered her, instead of Max -- and he answered with a grin and a slow wave, idle and easy, as his gaze swept her up and down. Somehow, with a look, he seemed able to take her measure. "I understand, it is not for everyone. I will not make an army, only make you defend yourself --" Though his eyes swept to some of the others, concerning. "Unless it is right for you. We are all different, and all are meant for different things."
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