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Post by The Muses on Apr 4, 2017 11:06:14 GMT
An open air slab of marble, with four pillars. Nice though, set up on a hill looking over a lake. Tables correspond to each god but many people switch places anyway. The Zeus table is the nicest, with clean marble, a table cloth, an actual chair, not just a bench. But that's because he'd throw a paddy otherwise.
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Post by The Fates on Apr 10, 2017 11:30:21 GMT
Linos led them to the Pavilon and most of the demigods picked up bronze plates from a rack by the side and headed to a brazier, then to their tables where goblets were waiting. There was some hustle and bustle as demigods and Saytrs chatted and started eating.
'So!' Linos shouted excitedly, so suddenly Iason stepped back in alarm. 'Lets get food campers!' He picked up a bronze plate and stood in front of them! 'Think of what you want, and it'll appear!' He squeezed his eyes tight and a big roasted bit of steak appeared. Linos flipped out his dagger and cut off the best bit, then moved to the brazier. 'You have to give the best bit to the gods! Pray to Zeus, but also, more importantly, for your God of choice!' He shoved the bit of meat into the brazier and grinned. 'So, get going and I'll save you a space at the Hermes table! You have to sit at the table of your patron.'
He plonked himself down and some of the other demigods retreated. The ones brave enough to stay were treated to Linos delightfully overpowering table conversation. '... And then I cut off his head!'
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 10, 2017 11:36:54 GMT
Prochorus took a plate and closed his eyes. Fish appeared, fresh steaming fish, with some rice and fresh vegetables. As he looked at it he noticed something different. A new aroma which was delicious to his nose. He smiled, pretty impressed with this camp's food services. He moved up to the brazier and pushed in some of the juiciest fish. He had to take what Linos said seriously. He didn't know who his father was, so he just prayed to Zeus to thank him for letting him still be alive. And maybe, if he wasn't his father himself (which would be a real trip), maybe the big guy could push his parent into claiming him. He wasn't hopeful though. He turned back to Sophia to see if she was okay. "You good? You know what to do?" (OOC: If you offend the gods by not giving your best food over than their will be consequences. And not like 'cool, I want them to hate me' but you'll lose magic items, maybe even abilities if you keep this up. The gods are real here and all powerful.
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Post by huntress on Apr 10, 2017 11:57:56 GMT
Sophia nodded at Prochorus. She closed her eyes and fresh grapes, olives, cheese, freshly baked bread and apethising chicken appeared on the plate.
"Where should we sit?", she asked Prochorus.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 10, 2017 12:19:30 GMT
Stelios wasn't sure if he believed in all this mumbo-jumbo but given everything he'd seen today perhaps it wouldn't hurt to go along with it all, for now. If he could obtain answers as to what in Hades was going on, then all the more reason for it.
"Magical wishing food? Let's see if it really is," he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them again, a small fried fish lay in the middle of the plate with a few olives and a small flatbread. It was just like his mother used to make.
Walking over to the brazier, Stelios chucked the whole thing in. "If that's not enough for me to get an answer from you Poseidon then I don't know what is," he muttered to himself, "if I really am your son then come down and say so, or do you lack the courage to face me?"
With that, Stelios went and sat at the far end of the table, away from everybody else. He was actually still feeling satisfied from the ambrosia he'd eaten earlier but he'd still intended to make a point to the so-called gods.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 10, 2017 12:19:38 GMT
"We have to sit with our patron apparently, so Hermes. I guess when we're claimed we have to sit at our parents table." That sounded lonely to Prochorus. "But first, make an offering to the gods. Your best food," he said slightly bitterly. He looked back at Iason and Erika, beckoning them forward. "The mercenary did it well; with that much food his father had better answer him," he joked.
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Post by huntress on Apr 10, 2017 12:24:57 GMT
Sophia gave some of her meat and bread to the gods-she decided to thank Demeter since she got some superstitious respect and fear from her thinking she is most likely to be her mother. Sophia wanted to be liked by her all of a sudden. Maybe making the claiming faster.
After this she headed towards Hermes table.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 10, 2017 13:57:25 GMT
Iason dreamt a large chunk of ham and flatbread with some cheese and olives.
He almost wanted to defy the gods, but shrugged and dumped some ham in. He sat at the Hermes table with the others.
'So, who do you think you're godly parent is?' he asked, eyeing Linos crazy rambling. 'It better not be Hermes.'
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 10, 2017 14:04:52 GMT
Prochorus started picking at his food. "Maybe... Athena? I've been able to come up with some pretty creative ways to defeat monsters in my life. And I haven't felt particularly powerful so I wouldn't say I'm Big Three material. They kept their oath, for once."
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 10, 2017 14:13:33 GMT
Stelios was still sat at the far end of the table on his own. He was pressing his index and middle fingers into his shoulder joint as if to check out the affects the ambrosia had had on him. There was no scar, nothing! It was as if he'd never been wounded. He began to rotate and flex his wrist also. It was as good as new, better even. Stelios had damaged both his wrists during all the fighting he'd done and even though they'd healed up just fine, they were never 100% but now his right wrist felt stronger than ever.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 10, 2017 14:59:28 GMT
"What are all your names anyway?" Prochorus asked, looking at the mercenary down the end of the table as he said this. "Any idea on parents?"
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 10, 2017 17:23:14 GMT
'Iason, son of Hermes for now,' he replied with a smile. 'What about you, Sophia? Any wish for a parent?' He also looked at Stelios. 'And you angry man? Any parent?'
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 10, 2017 17:46:59 GMT
Stelios looked back down the table at the group, scowling, and grumbled to himself.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 10, 2017 19:03:11 GMT
Prochorus frowned. "So, no name huh, mercenary? But Iason and Sophia. And Erika," he looked at the quiet blacksmith. He wasn't sure what else to say so he just kept eating his dinner.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 10, 2017 19:15:41 GMT
Stelios just turned his head back to the front and stared off into space.
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