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[forgedinbattle]

[Xena’s life is, on occasion, very strange. So when she finds herself suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place…well, it’s a more familiar situation than it would be for most people. What is unusual is that she’s standing on top of a kitchen counter, her right foot covered in someone’s meal (was it yours? Sorry about that.) She removes her boot

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[equestrian_envy]

D --> How e%tremely perple%ing that you assume gods did this, but I suppose I know nothing of your culture
D --> If you're a human that would e%lain your ridiculous rambling
D --> But as far as I'm concerned it is no god that has done this, seems more like child's play
D --> Unless your gods are, infact, immature children...

[forgedinbattle]

[...this book is talking to her. Alright. Let's roll with this.]

[In the deadest of deadpan:] You'd be surprised.

[equestrian_envy]

D --> I've been surprised an e%ceedinlgy large amount while here
D --> But childish gods merely sounds idiotic, why would anyone worship such power unless they were simpletons

[forgedinbattle]

Most people don't have the pleasure of meeting them.

[waterproofed]

Hey, don't blame-- um. Poseidon.

[forgedinbattle]

We're not on the best of terms. [She meddles, he doesn't like it.] But like I said, seems a little too landlocked for his taste.

[waterproofed]

He's a heck of a lot better than Ares.

[forgedinbattle]

[Scoff] An angry harpy is better than Ares.

Don't suppose you'd want to tell me what is going on here?

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[breakmychest]

[Spike goes into the kitchen to get some blood out of the fridge when he sees... a woman standing on the counter. ...okay.]

...having fun, pet?

[forgedinbattle]

[She will be getting down off that counter, thank you very much. And proceeding to give him a look as if he's the one being odd.]

Oh, I'm just thrilled to be here.

[breakmychest]

[Spike shrugs and walks over to the microwave. He puts the mug of blood in, starts it, then turns towards her.]

I take it you're new.

[forgedinbattle]

[Staring. Staring. And more staring. Mug of blood= wtf. Microwave= wtf.]

Guess so. Wanna tell me where I am?

[wishmadeinfire]

[Ashura enjoyed coming to the kitchen to put together his own meals. It made him feel less reliant on the Castle for things, and frankly he rather enjoyed the chance to experiment.

So when he comes in and sees, well, Xena...]

Well, you have returned. It has been quite a few months since I saw you last.

[forgedinbattle]

[Don't mind her. She's just getting down off the counter and looking at Ashura like he's insane.]

I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.

[wishmadeinfire]

Ah, I see. I forget that most of the time there are no memories retained when one goes home...

[forgedinbattle]

Right. [Just humor the crazy person.] Look, I have places to be. If you'd just point me toward the exit, I'd really appreciate it.

Feel special last Victorian James thread <3

[jamesholmes]

[There is one James Watson standing in the kitchen (no the meal wasn't his k thx) examining a microwave.

Yes a microwave don't judge :/

When he hears someone behind him and naturally turns around...Oh. OH. That's...that's not proper attire is it? He's just thankful his blush is mostly hidden by his beard]

I, excuse me miss, but I do think you are not...where you think you are.

Oh, I do!

[forgedinbattle]

[Why would she judge? Does he know what the hell that thing is? She doesn't. She climbs down from the counter.]

Obviously.

[Assured that he's not a threat, she takes a moment to clean the goop off of her boot, no doubt giving him a lovely view of those long legs in the process.]

I'm willing to bet you're not with Ares, so what gives?

Oh geez Xena make the man blush xD

[jamesholmes]

[No he doesn't really, that's why he doesn't want the judging. But when she leans down like that? Oh yes EYES AWAY FROM THE HALF DRESSED LADY!

His face is officially red really.]

If you mean the mythical god no I am not. And according to some? We're stuck in a castle in some odd world.

She has no idea

[forgedinbattle]

[Snerk] "Mythical." Right. [He must be one of those weird "one god" type people. She straightens and her eyes narrow a little bit at that last sentence.]

I don't do "stuck."