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Brynn seems torn between excited and delighted at this change of pace. Their quest draws her out of the relative safety of the Studios, away from her building and her creating, and leaves her interacting with the newbies even more than recruitment had, which has its benefits, but also its drawbacks. She bounces, just a bit, as she leads them away through the woods, glasses crooked on her nose and definitely overdressed for the muggy heat of Louisiana.

It is an oddly quiet place, and apparently she feels a need to fill the silence as the town slowly starts to grow in the distance.

"So, where is everyone from?" She beams.

Mal's tie was undone and stuffed into a pocket, but he kept his jacket on. He didn't have armor or anything like that, but in a pinch a suit jacket was good for a lot of things. Maybe he could get a Hephaestus chosen to upgrade it. Maybe.

He raised his hand to catch Brynn's attention. "Georgia. I grew up in Atlanta, mostly, but moved out to Savannah before I swung north for work." He tucked his hands back into his pockets for the walk, keeping an eye on the path.

The Bog of Eternal Stench kept circling in the back of his head.

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At least she recognized two of the people in the group. She fell into step beside Mathilda, trying to consider where she was from. She'd not had a very stable childhood until she turned ten and her mother had put her foot down on moving anymore. After that, her father went on trips.

"Born in Seattle, though right now I live in New York City." She left it at that. Honestly, she wasn't even sure she could list everywhere she'd lived. Mother had lost count after seven moves. And she'd never counted. She'd always been so exited to move. A new place to explore, a new adventure.

Chatting idly with each other, they slowly find their way into the small town, to see that the smoke is billowing up from a bar/restaurant that seems to be the main source of entertainment. There in a quiet hum of conversation inside that comes to a head as they hit the door, hooting and hollering and then they're nearly bowled over by some people exiting.

"Watch where you're going!" Says one, making a rude gesture at the lot of them. She has fair hair dyed dark, a mountain of liner around her eyes, and dark clothing that rattles with cheap chains. A look at the rest of them finds they're similarly dressed, with symbols on their clothing that would horrify any good Christian moms -- goths, wannabe witches, with far too many piercings and tattoos.

Brynn just blinks, apologizes idly, and leads the group inside to find the place now nearly empty. Behind the bar, a man shakes his head, meets eyes with them, and says simply, "kids."

It is an invitation, of sorts, for them to settle at the bar as well. Brynn smiles at him, pulling herself up onto a stool, and orders a drink; the rest are welcome to as well.

"Do you mind if we ask you some questions?" She beams at him, and he grunts something like agreement in return.

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At this point, this is an OPEN RP, for you guys to ask the bartender some questions and get some answers! You can also RP in the bar, have drinks or food, or otherwise interact with each other.

Note that if you missed the first part of this thread, you can still enter. Just assume that you have been there all along.

If you ask questions, please make sure to put them in bold red so that I can see and reply to them.

Considering Brynn had been the one to recruit Zebulon, he didn't really feel the need to answer her question about where he was from. Not that he was from Maryland, but she had already seen where he lived.

So he stayed quiet. No need to speak up.

The group that was leaving the bar just looked like a group of people who thought they were edgy, or something. Zebulon was fine with them leaving. "Talk about trying too hard," he murmured to Diryas, with a snort, before following Brynn inside the now mostly empty bar.

Again, he was fine with this.

Zebulon wasted no time sitting himself at the bar, though he had little interest in ordering himself a drink. "You got a food menu?" It was probably typical bar food, though Zebulon was hoping that perhaps they had some good cajun food out here. "Also, you seen anyone come in here maybe with something like this?" He gestured vaguely to the shield he had strapped over his back. He wasn't sure if the more experienced Chosen would have been carrying their weapons or leaving them back at the camp, but considering it seemed like they were expected to carry these things everywhere...

"It's mostly just regulars but --"



"Yeah. That lot was here, asking some questions themselves." He frowned at them, like he disapproved, moving bottles around in an absent sort of way. Only Rob really relaxed his expression. Probably because he was buying something.

"Been quieter recently. Everyone in a lull, not so many folks coming out, except that lot you saw on their way out." The scowl came back: he obviously wasn't fond of the goth kids.

Lex made a slightly wishful noise as the group of goth kids left and he was left with a mostly empty bar. There went entertainment and possible information. He sighed and walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool, reading over the menu for a moment.

"Abita Purple Haze, " He settled on finally. Because it was made with raspberries and probably was a beer he could actually stomach.

With a beer in hand, certainly nothing bad but nothing great. Lex was not a fan of beer. He set it down and nodded. "Could you tell us what is around town? Anything interesting? Or any place that might have some local maps and sunscreen?"

He had his priories straight. Not to end up looking like a lobster and information. Preferably in solid form.