They all return to the original campsite for dinner -- a surprisingly good stew made up of the remains of what rations could be salvaged from the abandoned supplies. They build a fire, low and quiet, in the yard behind the inn, and sit in a circle around it while they eat.
"This place is crazy," Brynn offers, in an almost admiring kind of way, and looks around at the other groups as she stabs a piece of something onto her fork and pops it into her mouth. "What did you guys find?"
It is the perfect opportunity for them to put their heads together and combine information -- to tell each other what they've learned, and also just to share their experiences. Maybe together they can figure out exactly what's going on.
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OOC NOTE: This is now an ORP for you to tell each other what you found and to share IC information! Another prompt will be posted in approximately 48 hours!
Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 9:04 pm
Briiva had been a little in front of her particular group of friends that followed Oliva, and she was more that a little relieved to see that there seemed to be some food that smelled lovely. Briiva made sure to get plenty of the stew before sitting in the circle, leaving a space for Davor and Tara and some of the others who had found the raccoon, should they choose to sit nearby. She gent;y blew over her piping hot stew before curiously taking a sip. It was as delicious as it had smelled, made further so by how hungry the short trek had made her.
"We found a Hermes chosen, Arthur! He's a bit small and furry at the moment." She pointed over to where Olivia was taking care of their rescue before focusing some more on her food, stomach grumbling. She took a few more bites from her stew, waiting for the others to begin filing in.
Soldier of Song
Kaefaux
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Asher'd started in on the food basically as soon as it had been put in his hands -- but Briiva's comment made him pause, and blink, looking aside to Olivia and trying to process her statement. Slowly, heavy brows knitted in the middle of his forehead and he set his spoon down, neck craned to get a better look at the --
"That's a raccoon." It came out sharp, with a frown turning on Briiva. "Do you actually have...I mean, are you sure that's not just a raccoon?"
lisseul
Character Name:Asher Zimmerman Brief description of character: Asher is a kinetic young man who has a hard time sitting still for long stretches of time. He is impulsive and dismissive, and covers up any self-consciousness with sarcasm.
Mal kind of snort-laughed as he reached the firelight. "We almost got run over by a possible coven of witches and you've had a visit from a God and we were just fighting giant birds with poisonous poop, Asher, and you think a talking raccoon is weird?" It was a fine time to start drawing the line on weirdness, was all. He used his handkerchief to clean his glasses and then wipe the back of his neck as he sat. He frowned at the fire. That beer hadn't sat well. The teenagers weren't sitting well either, if he was going to be honest with himself.
He nodded at Briiva. "Was he hurt, otherwise?" Otherwise, because if he was whole as an animal, that raised other interesting questions. He just didn't know which questions were most important to ask, yet.
Mal blew out a sigh and worked out of his suit jacket. He might as well be comfortable, since it seemed like he was going to be nibbled to death by bugs anyway. "I don't suppose anyone found any mosquito repellent?"
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Lissesul
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
"It's either a real Chosen or someone's playing a stupidly elaborate prank," Zan muttered, taking a seat near Olivia's returning group, stew in hand. He was all about pranking, but training wild animals to attempt sign language and write their names in the dirt was a little much, even for him. Plus, it wasn't even funny.
Mal got a shake of his head as Zan dug into his food. He had barely remembered extra water, let alone bug spray.
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Lissesul
xelhaspixiestix
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:02 am
"I'm not denying the possibility, I just wanted to make sure it wasn't...jumping the gun. Like all that crazy werewolf is-it-a-full-moon s**t." Asher rolled his eyes at the pair of them.
Sitting down near the fire, Rob grabbed a bowl and ladled himself out some stew. He eyed Olivia and the raccoon and shook his head. Mal was right: a talking raccoon was probably the least weird thing they had all encountered thus far. Taking a spoonful of the stew, he nodded in appreciation and began eating in earnest. Though he wished he had a nice cold lager right about now to accompany it.
"Yeah, witches," he sneered in the time-honored British punk manner. "Pack o' kids who were dressed like goth wannabes with a whole lot of bad attitude. Wanted to punch a couple of 'em in the face." He shoved another spoonful of stew into his mouth. "Little shits. Seems like there's another witch too, a woman who came to town about a month ago. Which seems pretty dodgy -- this don't seem like the kind of place that gets a lot of visitors."
Rob looked over to Briiva and took another bite of stew. "So what did the raccoon have to say?"
Lissesul
Character Name:Robin Attewood Brief description of character: Rob is a dreadlocked punk who's secretly a Boy Scout, a grump with a heart of gold. Pugnacious, fiercely independent and "on" all the time, he loves wine, women and song and is the biggest beer snob on the planet.
"I certainly hope someone found bug spray, or at the very least sunscreen," Lex said and sat down, with his meal of stew? It looked decent. "Town does have a drug store and supermarket, so I guess we could buy some tomorrow."
He took a bite of his meal, taking a moment to chew. Surprisingly good. "If anyone remembered to bring their phone, Verizon network might reach out here. Everything else is likely dead."
Chosen turned Raccoon was new. But then, he and everyone here had a visit from a god, ehh deity. "Werewolves at least keep their mass... that just makes me wonder where everything went." Lex mused.
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
"Bartender was gruff and paused before telling us about three of the other shops in town," Marisol cut in, eyes raking over each person briefly. "Specifically the bookstore, antique place, and a tea shop." That said, she went to get herself a bowl of stew and lingered before spying a familiar blonde.
Chrystali
giving you an easy intro if you'd like
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 2:37 pm
Beth was heartened to see everyone return safely. She was not as heartened to hear that there was, as her group had suspected, shapeshifting afoot. She sat delicately on a rescued bedroll--she wasn't about to get mud or grass on her coat, her dress, her petticoats, or her tights. She had given up her shoes as a lost cause, though thankful that she had worn closed toed heels. The food was a welcome respite and though not magnificent, was a bit of comfort in the stinky, hot, and humid swamp.
Beth listened to the ideas being tossed around. It was, she was told, one of her strengths: incidental learning and eavesdropping could get one many places. She was not about to add her two cents, as she wasn't sure what relevant parts to pick out. She would wait for another of their group to start, and then add on whatever clarification was necessary.
The bugspray part, though, she had down pat. At the question of a suited man who looked as liable to burn in the sun as she, Beth waved the hand not supporting her food and dug into her rescued backpack. "We found some at the camp! Luckily enough." She said by way of explanation. She smiled at the Chosen with mismatched eyes. "Actually, we found bugspray and some sunscreen." She paused, having to lay her food down on the roll in order to use both manicured hands to search for the items. As she did, she considered her options and went for bold. Despite her earlier reservation, she decided she might as well share what they had recovered. Taking care to keep her tone light, in such a way that might be misconstrued as airheadedness, she said, "We found all sorts of things--like a first aid kit, weird tracks that might have been animal and human, ripped up clothes like the aftermath of making Bruce Banner angry, broken glass outside of the inn, maybe some sort of magic going on...." She pulled a face as if thinking hard about anything else she needed to share.
She brought the bug spray and the sunscreen out and handed each to their respective requesters, leaving her hands outstretched if the items were not taken, clearly asking those nearby to pass them along.
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
While she'd been mostly supportive in the searching, Rose didn't have much to add as she approached the dark-haired woman whose eyes fell upon her. She wasn't sure she agreed with Brynn -- this hardly seemed crazy compared to poisonous excrement-flinging metal birds.
"Are we going to graduate into shifters, now?" she mused out loud, pausing next to Marisol, fingers ghosting over the woman's back. Her blue eyes flit to the raccoon in question. "Hello, darling. Glad you've joined us in one piece."
So what if it was a raccoon? A Chosen was a Chosen. No one was above respect.
anemosagkelos
Character Name:Juniper Rose Brief description of character: An enigmatic songstress who seems to have stepped out of a time long passed, Rose is level-headed and self-reliant to a fault. Strong-willed and no-nonsense, she's the one to get things done and not expect anything in return.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Balanced Bow HP: 47
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 3:00 pm
Stew in hand, cheek rounded by what had obviously been a large bite, Edward took a seat to Asher's right just in time for the shorter man to question the validity of a raccoon being a chosen. And why not? It wasn't as if they'd encountered any animal chosen before now that'd make it any more believable. He chewed slowly, thoughtfully, as he looked between Zan, Briiva, and Rob, then back down at his dinner. Let them all hash it out, he was currently too hungry to get in on the discussion.
Granted, the idea of all of them becoming some type of shape shifter was an interesting one. It just seemed unlikely. Even now, after what they'd all seen and been through.
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Character Name:Edward Hughes Brief description of character: Blonde haired and blue eyed former bouncer. He's average height, athletically built, sports a pair of black out tats down both forearms, and usually has a serious case of RBF. Deity: Ares Weapon: War Hammer HP: 50/50 Minicert:
"Took some doing, but the little guy spelled his name with a stick, and Arthur was one of the missing chosen." Briiva watched the little guy, doing her best to hide her smile. She couldn't help it, cute was cute. "He seems to be doing okay, at least he appreciated the food we gave him. Got a scratch across his face, but other than that he doesn't seem to upset besides, you know, being a raccoon.Unfortunately we haven't gotten anything out of him expect his name."
Briiva sat quietly for a few minutes, making sure to get as much food off her bowl as possible before leaning back and taking stock of the others who had begun to sit around the fire. "So we have a raccoon Chosen, ripped clothing as possible further evidence of cute woodland transformation, and" Briiva paused to look at Rob. "Witches? I mean, that does fit in line with turning people into hapless animals though. Maybe we should be on the lookout for newts." Briiva want to smile at that, but given the circumstance, it didn't actually seem that funny to her.
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xelhaspixiestix
Smerdle
tatterpixie
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Deity: Hephaestus Weapon: Great Bow HP: 50
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 3:35 pm
"Fantastic," Lex said and got up and shifted over to sit near the rather lovely women who had brought civilization with them. At least someone had thought, ooh had found, still worked, some necessities. "Thanks, I burn instead of tan and while we don't need it now, it is nice to know we have it on hand." Like for the morning. "But I certainly will take some of that bug spray." He smiled waiting for Mal to use it, he had asked first.
"I'm Aleksandr Tavei, but Lex works. He, him, his, pronouns at the moment." He added, not believing they had met before.
"Mmmh, our witches are more wannabe teenagers for the most part." He added.
Yekaterin
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
Brian wasn't sure who to approach, as everyone seemed to have a buddy from another group to confide in. All that he found unexplained was the torn bag. He also heard Asher being a little s**t, but that was to be expected. He didn't much like the kid anyway.
He lingered behind in the group, passing on the sunscreen and bug spray as it came to him. He only barely recognized the other Zeus Chosen from the dorm in general, and those few moments when they had first passed through the Hearth in quick succession. He didn't know names.
Lex he noted but didn't respond to, considering he already seemed to be in a conversation. He was delighted, however, to hear someone else mention werewolves. He was an American boy, not ancient Greek, so sue him if he thought of werewolves first, right? He hadn't seen Arthur the Raccoon yet.
It was Mal he turned to and addressed as he passed the repellent. "Witches? Were you in town?" he asked. "What do you mean, witches?" 175
Character Name:Brian Watterly Brief description of character: A passionate, competent leader-type with a bit of difficulty expressing the emotions he feels. Deity: Zeus Weapon: Bow (balanced ranged) HP: 47/47 Minicert:
