~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Rowlin glimpsed back at Myrnin, shrugging at the possibility. “We could also probably make up a word, and trade-mark it as world hopping. But at the end of the day there’s a few things we are both experiencing. It’s cold, freezing, dropping below temperature, and we’re both here.” He examined the thought, though only briefly. Somewhere in all of this the man was almost knocked down by the initial bump by Sasquatch, but he forced his balance to remain upright, brushing off the bump as if it didn’t happen-despite it happening, After brushing off the bump, he also brushed off the idea of whether this was the house or not , instantly becoming his least of priorities , with the crystal in his hand reacting to the rock he had unearthed.
“Experience? What’s that?” He glimpsed back with a brief smirk. “Everyday is experience.” He nodded a tad bit before looking back down. “As for this place... I think we’ll be fine!” He smiled now. “We’re alone for miles, there’s nothing out here at the moment. I think- you’ll be able to tell if something is here. You should be able to hear an increased heart rate-“ He paused blinking at the thought. “I-If that’s a thing for you. Not sure how it works for you.” Are you a figment, an illusion, or an old echo? You appear so real and yet-

“O-Oh?’ Rowlin was briefly pulled away by Myrnin mentioning that he couldn’t remember his family- it hurt a little-but it also probably indicated that it happened so long ago. “Do you have any traditions or repeated rituals in honor of your folks?” He raised a brow, not getting up after exploring the uniquely decorated stone. “I celebrate an event called Dia De los Muertos, erm.. Day of the Dead in English, it’s a way to honor and respect my loved ones both family, and those close to me over the years. Granted... there’s so many people in my life, but I try to always honor and respect em all when I get the chance. To not well- forget about them, and to remind myself of where I stand thanks to their contributions , collaborations, and life-long connections.” He shared with pleasure. “My wife also joins me, as we also celebrate her family too.” Is blood all you got out of this convo? ... my blood ain’t interesting... it’s the last thing that should be interesting.

“Anywho, we gotta head west now. This rock is a memoir of the past. Basically... they capture events and retell to those who follow. This is something that I still have little knowledge about, about apperntally one thing they can do, is share a memory with a relative or a close one; should their relative or close one have a story to tell, captured by these stones. Sometimes- they trigger under conditions and retell a different story, almost as if trying to warn or inform others. Hence the sudden calmness in this clearing..” He further added, slowly turning elsewhere. “Given these are ritual lands, I wouldn’t be surprised if visitors from the other side may have a story to tell.”

Nico listened eagerly, arms crossed as he took in that information. It made sense, of course, that it varied, but when he was little he liked to think of pirates having some sort of honor code, good crews where the only people who stayed were the people who wanted to – the people who agreed with it more than they agreed with the law. Growing up had taught him that very few people stuck by the sorts of strict morals he had liked to imagine when he was little, but it was still nice to know that there were some crews where people stayed because they wanted to, not because they were forced to. It made him feel a little more justified in his long-ago wish to be a pirate.
“I’ve been in a crow’s nest before,” he replied absentmindedly, sifting through the belongings of one of the crewmembers.
“Do you think these people wanted to be here?” He asked, just as he had been ready to turn to go to the crow’s nest. “Or were they forced to be?” The distinction seemed to matter, and he didn’t know enough to be able to tell just from their belongings. They didn’t seem desperate based on what was left behind, but it was hard to tell. He peered out the door of the quarters, staring up.
“Maybe we’ll see another ship from up there.” He couldn’t hide the almost-smile that tugged at his features. He wasn’t trying to.

“Right.” Of course it was impossible to tell for sure. It would likely be difficult to tell even if the men themselves were here and not just their belongings. Nico let his gaze drift around the room one last time, trying to find some sort of clue. Maybe something Hook was missing. He came up empty handed. He may have just spent the last couple of weeks of his life on a ship, but that didn’t make him an expert. It just made him a boy who was incredibly sick of the way the Argo II seemed to draw attackers from what seemed like thin air.
“Maybe I should check anyway,” he replied, darting out of the room and managing to climb his way up the the crow’s nest. It was higher than that of the Argo II, but it was a bigger boat. It required a bigger crew, and bigger sails… and Nico felt very, very small standing at the highest point of the ship. He didn’t see anything other than the water, and though he knew Hook was right that seeing another ship would probably be bad, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted to see one anyway.
“What would we do if we saw another ship?” he called down, leaning over to get a view of Hook.

Vincent took in a breath to respond, then became distracted by his thoughts and only let out a quiet sigh. He was sure he was missing out on something Arthur was getting at, but he didn’t really feel like putting in the effort of figuring it out because it wasn’t very clever. 
He followed into the room in silence, glancing around curiously as a cluttered study unfolded before him. There was the faint odor of something he couldn’t place, and unidentifiable ingredients seemed to decorate the interior. Interesting. 
He glanced at Arthur’s back, noticing the man seemed a bit frazzled. “Something wrong?” 

Hook - strider

Hook huffed in response. “We don’t get gored,” he muttered flatly, too quietly for the demigod to hear. He waited with a frown as Nico climbed down, glancing towards the helm as he asked about their direction. Surely that couldn’t be the case? Not with them being completely water locked, midday, without any form of map or even idea what currents they were sailing. “I don’t think we need to worry about that,” he answered honestly.
He started to respond the the next query before pausing in confusion. “Without - what?” He stared at the teen quizzically before shaking it off and giving his answer. “Navigation is based on where you’ve been, or on interpreting notes of where other bastards have been. [Oops] if I could tell you what realm we’re even in. I ain’t a navigator either, and if I was, we couldn’t get anywhere without a crew on the sails and man on the helm.” He lazily demonstrated his missing hand. “It’s heavy.”

Touka | Lodge | Vince

Touka swallowed several snappy retorts, irritated that he, for some godforsaken reason, wouldn't leave her alone.  What was he even doing over here?  Getting punch?  Why couldn't he just do it quietly?

"Fine," she said simply, intentionally not following up with any kind of and you?  She took another sip of her punch, content with going back to ignoring him.

Hyacin ~ Outside the Lodge ~ Iceclaw

"If they're anything like mages, don't blame you," Hyacin sighed with a hand on his hip. "Their curses aren't fun to deal with, last asshole left me feeling dizzy for days," His treatment was still fresh in his mind. He had to lie in bed with healing rags over his eyes for almost a week while his mothers hand-fed him. "What's a Sith?"

"Oh, don't worry, I know when to stop! Burnt meat doesn't taste too good, y'know; it's better when there's a little pink left in there," He gave Rex a toothy smile, remembering Julius' tips. "You a good cook? Is the fire all different in space?"

"W-wait, so like, you go to different planets and stuff? What if you fall while flying? Doesn't it take years to get to one? Does this mean you're super old?" The dragon's eyes then widened in awe, "Are you HUNDREDS of years old?"

Eurydice pressed her back to the wall as several of the others sprang in front of her against the murderous kid. Her wide brown gaze flickered from Sasha to Zuko to the barrier between them, tracing back to Harue- the warm yellow glow of the magic matched the girl's crystal and outfit.

The attacking boy's voice shook as he was revealed to be outpowered. Typical bully, she thought, going after the one person who couldn't retaliate. She took a step forwards, squaring her soldiers and trying to look nonplussed, tougher than she actually was.

| Loki | Upstairs Lodge Balcony with Myrnin |

Loki nodded at the timespan Myrnin gave him. They'd been here for... a couple of weeks? Maybe a month or two. Interesting.

"Credit where credit is due." Loki agreed. "So, you're much more powered than a regular human- what else can you do besides dodge knives?"

The rested their hands on the balcony, peering down at the rest of the lodge milling around, and scuffling apparently. It was clear that they enjoyed being up a bit higher, a bit above the situation, able to take it in and watch. They gave Myrnin a contemplative, guarded look when he said friend. "I'd be interested in checking out a room; I've only seen House rooms, not Lodge rooms. Do they typically follow the theme?"

“Witches?” Zuko repeated, a crease forming in his forehead. “What gave you that idea?” He extinguished the fire, grateful the kid hadn’t attacked. He glanced at Harue, wondering how she had managed to summon the shield. Some sort of spirit power probably. Either way, he was grateful that it meant that the kid hadn’t attacked.
“I’m a firebender, ever heard of those?” He lifted his hand, letting a small flame form there for just a moment before extinguishing it once again. How aware were the spirits of what went on without them? At the very least they should know that the Avatar was a bender, right? So they should know what bending was…?
There would be plenty of time to figure that out. For now, Zuko was just grateful they hadn’t come to blows. Especially because he wasn’t sure the girl could defend herself if Zuko and the other girl hadn’t been there.

Sam | Lodge | strider

It connected easily, Sam whirling around in surprise and yelping in amused surprise. He was grinning already. He didn't aim for the place Nico was - he knew he wasn't going to be there for long enough to hit, though he had no idea how he knew that. Instead, he turned to try and find where he was, listening for the crunch of snow when he appeared. Then he used his not very well packed snowball and actually aimed for the space above Nico's head. As expected, the snowball once again exploded into powder, but in this case it should end up completely in Nico's hair unless he moved again.
In the mean time, Sam ran toward the nearest tree to get behind it. He wasn't sure where Nico would appear, but he was going to give all of this a shot!

Hyacin ~ Outside the Lodge ~ Iceclaw

Hyacin lifted his eyebrows, "So all Jed-eyes are good guys and all Siths are bad guys?" So he was wrong about Jed-eyes being their own species. If all Jed-eyes were good, then maybe they weren't like mages after all. "What makes Siths evil?"

"Sure! 'Never had meat from another world before." Would Mr. Baldy taste the same as a regular Theian? "Dunno if you have enough fat on you to enjoy a meal, though. You guys are more like a snack." Despite only half-joking, Hyacin started to unintentionally salivate. Making him hungry was the easiest thing in the world.

"How many planets have you been to? Two? Three hundred? Seeing another planet sounds really cool...Do you have to wear special helmets to breathe?" There was a hint of envy in his voice. "Is it like the movies where you get to see killer aliens? Have you killed any aliens?" Hyacin can only imagine what creatures on other planets must look like. "Have you seen any baby aliens come out of someone's chest?"

The dragon stared blankly at him for several moments. "Oh, I get it. Old people always try to hide their real age, so you're like really old then," He almost felt disappointed, why did adults always have to hide their true age? Dragons have always been proud to reveal how they old are, especially once they pass the hundreds. He felt his shoulders drop at the reminder of how far away that seemed, "I'm only 15..."

Myrnin | Power Room | ~∂єѕтιиу

"Why of course we should," said Myrnin, tilling a bit as if he was trying to sing. He waved in the direction of a road that turned off the one which they were one. He stepped along it without waiting, tossing over his shoulder the statement of, "I don't know, Vice. You tell me. Do I want to be your friend?"
It was pretty hard to tell. Actually, anything from enemy to lover could have been pinned on Myrnin's desires and friend was certainly up for possibility. He seemed to oscillate between all options almost within the same breath and without a look into his head, what was real and what was playacting? Right now for instance. He just smiled warmly and waved his arms about to indicate the city scape.
"Wonder what the House has planned," he said to the world in general. "Large attack robots? Giant flood? Us working together? Really there's a thousand impossible scenarios which could occur!"
He spun, walking backwards while still facing Vincent.
"Do you have friends though? Answering a question with a question is rude. Give an actual answer."
The vampire said this, after ignoring the fact that he'd asked a question to a question about whether he wanted to be friends with Vincent.

Myrnin | Holiday Baking Room | ®Hawkpath®

"I think these are for cookies," Myrnin said, waving at the cookie cutters to explain how he'd come to this conclusion. "So I'm just getting out what I think we need."
He had pulled out several bags and shuffled across the room to pull out things like butter and eggs. He had all the right supplies, he thought. He just wasn't sure how to mix them. There was no instructions. Or rather, he hadn't looked for any. Instead, he was enjoying himself while he picked out what they had about.
"Then I think you just put it all into a bowl and mix it up. And as long as it isn't too much liquid, then it'll work!"
He was confident enough in that. Anyway ... what's the worst he could make?
Pretty looking rocks, probably. Rocks shaped like cookies. Unable to eat them and such.
He was fine with that too.
With that in mind, he started dumping some flower and sugar into a bowl.
"You worked out the oven yet? I think it needs to be at a certain temperature, but I'm not sure what."
He started unpeeling the wrapper around the butter, frowned at it when he was done, then dumped the whole stick into the mix too. That should probably be enough.
Next came the eggs. At least he knew not to put the shells in. Those were tossed aside. 
Then he found a stirring spoon and got to work. He didn't bother tasting it. It would taste different to him than it would to Kelsier, so there wasn't any way to see if he was right about the amounts he'd put in.
"It iiiiiis a weird custom," he said pleasantly. "Does your world have any weird customs?" The question was a bit old by this point, but he didn't care.