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partyofthree2013-06-19 07:37 pm
empirestategods) wrote in partyofthree2013-06-19 07:37 pm
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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Navigating a mall with one of them barely able to read English and the other being from a world before malls was going to be interesting.