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Event ϟ The Center of the Western World
Who: Everyone!
When: Thursday from 9AM to 10PM
Where: New York City
What: Free time before Summer Solstice
Warnings: Please label threads with appropriate warnings
Once off the bus, the campers had better party like it’s 1999. Because it is 1999. Chiron lets each one of them off the bus near the Empire State Building, handing them a map of the city and telling them the easiest way to reach popular destinations. He also throws in a few warnings about not letting mortals see their weapons. Finally, he reminds them of the 10PM curfew and to just ask the elevator attendant to bring them to the 600th floor. As he waves them off, he relaxes into the back of his fake wheelchair, looking at Mr. D.
“They’re coping wonderfully. They just might be able to do this.”
“Yes, they might just manage to not get slaughtered by monsters while surrounded by regular mortals. That will get them very far. Perhaps even until tomorrow.”
“You know what I mean. They’ll make good Heroes, once they understand.”
Yes, he knows what Chiron means. And he rolls his eyes at it. “Heroes. Yes, I’m sure they all have lots of potential for that.”
“One of them is your own daughter.” His tone implies a question.
And? he doesn’t say. “Yes. But you know exactly what I think of Heroes.” The derision is clear as day.
“You’ve been good to her. Give them a chance. They’ve had to fight many battles before this. Their training in other world might create a new kind of hero. You never know.”
“Centuries and even millennia have not changed them. Do you honestly believe that a bit of experience will?” Heroes have never not been selfish.
“I believe that our heroes deserve a chance to prove themselves, before we can count them for lost. Several of them have acted very selflessly--they don’t know their missing cousins. That some of them truly desire to save them is telling.”
Mr. D glances down and the centaur, and then opts to look away for a long moment before answering, his tone now carrying less of an edge. “Perhaps. And they have a chance, whether or not we want to give them one or think they should have it.”
“This is, of course, their first test. And tomorrow will be their second--whatever the decision you come to.” Chiron can’t help but seem a little curious--will they lose a third of the camp tomorrow? And what will the demigods do when faced so closely with death? “Gods protect them all, for now. They don’t realize how many monsters there are.” He rolls his wheelchair toward the nearest handicapped-accessible subway. “I’ll be at the museum should you need me.”
Mr. D merely nods, and then after looking, briefly, up the Empire State, he heads down the street in a different direction. He’d see enough of his relatives before long.
When: Thursday from 9AM to 10PM
Where: New York City
What: Free time before Summer Solstice
Warnings: Please label threads with appropriate warnings
Once off the bus, the campers had better party like it’s 1999. Because it is 1999. Chiron lets each one of them off the bus near the Empire State Building, handing them a map of the city and telling them the easiest way to reach popular destinations. He also throws in a few warnings about not letting mortals see their weapons. Finally, he reminds them of the 10PM curfew and to just ask the elevator attendant to bring them to the 600th floor. As he waves them off, he relaxes into the back of his fake wheelchair, looking at Mr. D.
“They’re coping wonderfully. They just might be able to do this.”
“Yes, they might just manage to not get slaughtered by monsters while surrounded by regular mortals. That will get them very far. Perhaps even until tomorrow.”
“You know what I mean. They’ll make good Heroes, once they understand.”
Yes, he knows what Chiron means. And he rolls his eyes at it. “Heroes. Yes, I’m sure they all have lots of potential for that.”
“One of them is your own daughter.” His tone implies a question.
And? he doesn’t say. “Yes. But you know exactly what I think of Heroes.” The derision is clear as day.
“You’ve been good to her. Give them a chance. They’ve had to fight many battles before this. Their training in other world might create a new kind of hero. You never know.”
“Centuries and even millennia have not changed them. Do you honestly believe that a bit of experience will?” Heroes have never not been selfish.
“I believe that our heroes deserve a chance to prove themselves, before we can count them for lost. Several of them have acted very selflessly--they don’t know their missing cousins. That some of them truly desire to save them is telling.”
Mr. D glances down and the centaur, and then opts to look away for a long moment before answering, his tone now carrying less of an edge. “Perhaps. And they have a chance, whether or not we want to give them one or think they should have it.”
“This is, of course, their first test. And tomorrow will be their second--whatever the decision you come to.” Chiron can’t help but seem a little curious--will they lose a third of the camp tomorrow? And what will the demigods do when faced so closely with death? “Gods protect them all, for now. They don’t realize how many monsters there are.” He rolls his wheelchair toward the nearest handicapped-accessible subway. “I’ll be at the museum should you need me.”
Mr. D merely nods, and then after looking, briefly, up the Empire State, he heads down the street in a different direction. He’d see enough of his relatives before long.
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She turned in a little circle, looking down at the dress admiringly. "I wish I could afford more of these. I suppose I've never really been the most ladylike, but I've always liked dresses."
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She couldn't resist the urge to swirl her skirt again, though. Finding a dress she considered to be decently long had resulted in it being a little loose on her thin frame, but it was still better than she'd managed in her own world. She started to turn back in the direction of the dressing room, at least unless Akane stopped her.
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"It's not like I clothing shop but I'm getting a little tired of the orange if you know what I mean. Even if I wear it often back home."
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One of these days she was going to succeed at easing people into the fact that she used to be a space lizard pirate alchemist and is now precisely one of those things. "I understand, though. It will be nice to have some clothes that aren't bright orange. I can understand them wanting us to wear it here so we can find each other, but still."
After a moment, she ducked back into the fitting room to change back anyway. She couldn't exactly just stand here in a dress she hadn't actually paid for yet.
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"I was probably in a better position to hit him than you were, but I tried not to. I did tell him what happened to the last person who attacked one of my friends, though," she added with a rather wicked smile. She was, however, trying to keep her voice down, just in case somebody was actually listening.
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She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and regarded Akane's choice of shirts. "Hmm... those look good. Though I admit I'm not an expert, and I don't think I've met someone with hair quite as red as yours before."
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"Yeah it's an uncommon color for someone who's Japanese but hey, Yayoi is a blonde so there's something right?" She grinned as she held up a orange and red striped shirt with a x-pattern on the front. "How's this?"
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She cocked her head thoughtfully, examining it. "The colors seem fine, but the X makes you look rather like a target."
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Akane regarded the shirt and nodded before setting it on the rack and picking up another, similar, but with striping down the side. "How about this one? It's still in camp colors with the red and orange stripes..."
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