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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:37:34 GMT -5
spigot
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:40:07 GMT -5
too bad she DIES i hate this quest ;_;
"Yeah. I know." Jonah replied, doing absolutely nothing to alleviate the awkward tension. As Beckett worked, Jonah yawned audibly and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to wake himself up. When Beckett returned with the tea, Jonah glanced at him once again. This time, he smiled a little. "Dude, that's a lot of trouble to go through for like. Leaf water."
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:41:17 GMT -5
she'll just be the biggest jonahxbec supporter elysium could hold until she chooses rebirth bc you know she would
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мιnnow
[insert endless screaming about college here]
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Post by мιnnow on Aug 13, 2016 0:43:21 GMT -5
Elle kept walking along, not bothering to look back and trying to keep up a brisk pace in order to reach the diner faster. She was hungry. She was wet. Elle's mood kept heading south, her brows furrowing sharply on her pale face. She was so zoned out that she only registered someone was with her when she felt the rain suddenly stop. She halted in place, glancing around wildly until her brown eyes landed on Dahlia, blinking rapidly. "Oh. Uh. Yeah. Sure," she wasn't sure what she was expecting, really, but it definitely wasn't goat girl smiling at her and holding a duck umbrella over her head. "Let's keep moving. I don't like rain." She pushed her hood down and let her red hair free, a stark contrast against the dismal gray brought upon by the weather.
Her pace quickened without another word to Dahlia, hoping that the daughter of Pan could at least keep up with her. She wasn't entirely concerned considering how fast she caught up before. The diner loomed up in front of the pair fast, and soon Elle was opening the door, walking in first before pausing and holding the door for the other girl, glancing back at her again before turning to analyze the diner.
It was a cute little place, decorated in various pastel colors and seemingly too cheerful for such a dreary day. The place itself was empty except for a few older guys at the end of the counter and the older waitress who was serving them. She glanced up upon the jingle of the door, smiling brightly at Elle and Dahlia. "Ginger, why don't you show them to a booth?" she called into the kitchen, and before Elle could say anything to the woman a young girl, only a few years older than Elle and Dahlia, appeared wearing the same uniform as the woman. She had blonde hair despite her name, pulled back into a ponytail. She smiled at the pair, and Elle found it extremely difficult to look away. "Right this way, please."
(okay so like. do we want this to be a cute diner scene or. do we want them to be monsters. cast your votes now)
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:44:25 GMT -5
Bec waited for the water to heat up, his neutral expression turning into one of annoyance when Jonah called tea 'leaf water'. "It's not... Like that. At all." He said, turning to look at Jonah. Beckett shook his head in disgust at the thought and watched the kettle again. It seemed to take forever for the water to heat up, or maybe it was just the awkward tension between the two. Either way, it made Bec wish he had stayed in bed.
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:45:24 GMT -5
i want it to be gay but also i want there to be monsters. can i have both. is that allowed.
also elle looking at the waitress like "im gay" is hilarious
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:45:25 GMT -5
cute diner scene turns into monsters yes
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:50:18 GMT -5
Brooke had no idea where she was walking. Part of the fun. She squinted around at the dimly lit buildings and streets slick with water, and then focused in on a closed-looking cafe with an outside setup. She slipped into one of the rain-soaked chairs and propped her feet up on the table, alongside the materials she needed for making her own little rainbow. Luckily, the table already had its own protective umbrella, because Brooke hadn't brought her own. Talking to Jo with a mouthful of water would be interesting, she reflected as she set to work quickly with her prism and her flashlight, but probably not effective. Working with her hands again was gratifying: she missed the forges and the weapon-making as much as she missed running the black market. Apart from the fisherman debacle, Brooke's role in this quest had been limited to driving for long hours, which made her more restless than she'd ever been in her life. It was gratifying to be so needed (she was driving a bunch of kids around, pretty much), but still.
Remembering that she needed money, she rummaged around in the sodden pockets of her too-tight jeans and found a drachma, which she practically flicked into the haze with a grin. "O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Not sure what you'd want with gold, considering you're a literal god, but hey. Show me my loser of a best friend." A second passed, and she conceded that just maybe she'd have to clarify exactly who she was talking about, but then Jo's familiar face flickered into view.
"This is so much more effective than Skype," Brooke said delightedly. She didn't use iris messaging very often, didn't need to. This quest had changed a lot. "So are you gonna smack talk my grammar skills to my face? I mean, stupid me, trying to conserve time and energy and word count. I'm pretty much saving you reading time, so you should really- oh," she added, changing tack mid-sentence, "your hair is longer! And you're sweating. Is it hot over there? I feel bad for you." She wasn't exactly looking super put-together herself, with her soaked hair and clothes clinging closely to her frame, her eyeliner streaking down her face. But she managed to look animated even while half-drowned, which was quite a feat.
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:53:03 GMT -5
"You're really English, aren't you?" Jonah asked, smile widening a bit. He was teasing Beckett now, because it was easier than trying to have a real conversation with the guy. Also, Beckett's six-word reply was probably the most he'd ever said to Jonah at one time, and Jonah wanted Beckett to say more words. "If it makes you feel better, I also call coffee bean water. So."
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:53:41 GMT -5
('she'd get over it in twenty years'
#me)
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:53:59 GMT -5
(also i love elle so much help me)
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мιnnow
[insert endless screaming about college here]
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Post by мιnnow on Aug 13, 2016 0:55:14 GMT -5
"No." Andrew said, far more firmly, far more sharply than was typical of him. "You didn't deserve it. I think," he smiled and his tone and expression went back to their soft selves. "I think we both need to stop feeling bad. Ha, like, we've already forgiven each other, I just..." he trailed off, not really sure where he was taking the thought. He felt his throat grow tight and his chest feel heavy when Courtney ducked her head. "No, no, shit, no," he whispered, never quite sure what to do when other people cried around him. After a moment of floundering and semi-panicked deliberation, he turned quickly to face her and wrapped Courtney up in a tight hug. " You're okay. We're okay." Andrew sighed and in a much softer voice, added, "I missed you so much, Court. I'm just. I'm here for you, too. I always will be." he pulled away but kept his hands on her shoulders, smiling at his friend. Andrew wasn't crying, actually, he seemed almost giggly. However, he said his next words thickly around his laugh, like maybe watching Courtney be emotional was getting to him. "Ha, it's actually pretty funny. Tristan and I said pretty much the same thing to each other." his hands dropped back to the abandoned needles in his lap. "I'm glad you guys are together, by the way. And I'm just ... real lucky to have you both in my life, you know?" When Andrew hugged her, Courtney almost lost it then and there. She sniffed and squeezed him tightly, clinging to him for the few seconds before he pulled away. Her gaze met his squarely for the first time their entire talk. Something about him made her calm down finally, nodding with his words with a small laugh. "Did he cry too?" she giggled a little, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I've missed you a lot too, Andy." she threw her arms around him again, pulling him into a hug as she buried her face in his shoulder, just the feel of one of her best friends calming her down. He smelled like linen and cookies and warmth and it comforted her quickly. "Wait, he told you?" she drew back after a while, brows furrowing for a moment. "I'm sorry if you found out clumsily; we were going to tell you eventually. We just weren't sure..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "Y'know, it doesn't really matter. No more secrets. No more bottled up feelings. Just honesty." She knew it was a hard thing to ask of him, but it was also a hard thing to ask herself. "I'm just...I'm glad you're okay. The day you were attacked was just so scary, you know? I just kept blaming myself. Tristan blamed himself. You blamed yourself. It was a mess that was never really talked through. It was terrifying, Andrew. I'm really, really glad you're okay. I'm glad you're safe." She took a deep breath and smiled gently at her friend, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:55:46 GMT -5
I don't really want to interrupt the becxjo scene so Imma hide in the corner for a few more posts just because cute
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:57:18 GMT -5
ICE'S MEME REWARD FOR MAKING SHORT POSTS EVERYONE ELSE TRY HARDER
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 1:00:12 GMT -5
(i dont think jo needs to do anything? it's one-way payment, right?
oh can i rp the waitress, min?)
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 1:00:14 GMT -5
"Well... I did live there..." Bec answered, sounding a bit sour. He didn't think he was super English, of course, he could be even more English and set out some biscuits. Get a few plates, maybe.
Bec leaned down again to feel the side of the pot; it was warm, but not even for tea. Bec glanced at Jonah- he was tempted to give Jonah a luke warm cup of tea just for saying it was leaf water. Knowing that Jonah called coffee bean water didn't help at all, only merely confirmed the fact that Bec thought Jonah was down right bonkers.
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 1:00:33 GMT -5
only thing I know about iris messaging is you throw a drachma through a water-created rainbow and give the little speech ditty thing and then bam! you can see
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 1:01:12 GMT -5
ICE'S MEME REWARD FOR MAKING SHORT POSTS EVERYONE ELSE TRY HARDER Ty Blade I will save this forever XD
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мιnnow
[insert endless screaming about college here]
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Post by мιnnow on Aug 13, 2016 1:11:57 GMT -5
Jo had no response from Brooke so she waited, flexing her hand in the bandages absentmindedly until suddenly a voice sounded through the training arena, feminine and soothing. 'Incoming Iris-message from Brooke Holt' was her only warning before an image of her friend flickered before her. She appeared thoroughly soaked and slightly miserable but she was still the Brooke she knew, the Brooke she remembered. The tension and apprehension left her shoulders as she slumped, a lazy smirk decorating her face. "Your grammar skills are awful," she commented offhandedly, the smirk transforming into a smile as she realized that gods, she really missed her. "And yes, my hair is longer, and yes, I am extremely gross and sweaty right now. I wouldn't be surprised if this could bring smells this potent through to you." she rolled her eyes with a chuckle.
"It's awful over here. Hot, humid, and terrible pants weather. I still refuse to wear shorts, though. Where are you guys at now?" she tilted her head, hair falling with the movement. After having such short hair for years the feeling was still weird and unnatural to her, causing her to shift again and run a hand through her sweaty hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 1:12:16 GMT -5
Jonah crossed his arms and rested his elbows over his knees. Amazingly, this was almost like a real conversation. Sort of. Ish. "Where'd you live?" he asked, wondering just how long he could keep this going. "In England, I mean? I actually have grandparents on my dad's side who live in Bath, so." Jonah had a habit of calling his mother's husband dad - which made sense, considering he'd believed the man was his father for twelve years. Still, it was confusing to other demigods, who knew his actual dad was an immortal wind god.
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 1:12:21 GMT -5
Dahlia practically beamed when Elle let her tag along, for the second time on this trip. Sure, the mall excursion had been short and Elle hadn't said a word to her, but it had been something. And this was progress! They were going to eat together, like actual friends did. Better than staying in the car, and nicer too- maybe it was her fire powers, but even when she was moody and distant, there was something unshakably warm and comforting about Elle's presence. Like the personification of one of those bonfires she always cooked up when they couldn't find a motel or parking lot and camped out. She grit her teeth and determinedly held the umbrella up as the girl broke into a jog and she followed as best she could. She was a little bit out of shape, but short distances she could do without straining herself too much.
She closed up the umbrella when she stepped after Elle into the diner, looking around eagerly. It was well into the late afternoon, but places like this always made her want breakfast food. The thought of fluffy pancakes made her stomach growl. She smiled warmly at the older waitress, trying to catch her eye. It had been so long since she'd seen an adult, and she would never admit it, but she badly wanted every adult on the face of the earth to like her. It just- it felt nice when someone in a position of authority approved of you, that's all. Her smile faltered a little when the woman finally looked at her and then furrowed her brow, as if confused, before glancing quickly away. It took her a few dejected seconds to realize that Elle had followed the younger waitress to the booth and was already sitting down.
Her wet shoes squeaking on the ground, she joined the girl and sat down opposite Elle. Ginger, the younger waitress, looked at her and half-frowned before clearing her expression. "I'll be back in a sec to get you drinks, I just need to clear that table up," she said, shooting them a polite smile before moving away.
Why did people keep looking at her like that? Dahlia tugged anxiously at her horns like she always did when she was- "Oh no," she squeaked out, her voice a whole octave higher than it usually was. "Oh no, I forgot to hide my horns with the Mist." She wasn't concerned about the humans figuring out what she was, but- gods. "They're thinking the worst things right now," she said mournfully, dropping her eyes to the cheerfully decorated menu.
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 1:15:36 GMT -5
(no offense but the andrew/court stuff is making me feel a lot of Emotions)
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 1:16:50 GMT -5
Bec didn't answer Jonah when he asked about where Bec was from. He stayed where he was, watching the kettle as it slowly heated up. He didn't talk for quite some time, now that Jonah had reminded him of home. Bec hated being in America, and he hated the fact he could never leave it. Bec was stuck in the world full of burgers and angry drivers. Fantastic.
After a while, Bec answered. "It doesn't matter."
The kettle started to whistle and Bec moved it off to the side, onto a plank of wood that wasn't on fire. He put some of the tea leaves into a small metal filter and stuck it into the kettle, closing the lid once more.
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 1:18:39 GMT -5
(very good emotions, im hap
aaah what's a city on the journey to las vegas i dont know)
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 1:20:44 GMT -5
feel free to join in whenever crys
also i made myself a cup of tea bc we kept talking about it. or i did, anyway.
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