Olympus III

ooc: Only admins may RP the Gods. Anybody else who tries will be banned.

I'll/another admin will shut the topic at, maybe, five minute intervals to respond to the posts if there are that many. We will use multi-quote to respond.... or I will, at least. :/

I step out of the elevator to see this magnifacent place fit for the gods.

I step out in awe Hmmm. Maybe the Greeks aren't that bad.

I step out and get more nervous.

Gods began to walk into the room, grumbling to themselves as they stuck on their "HI, MY NAME IS _____" nametags.

Rachel glances at the gods.. their name tags looked a little ridiculous, and she chuckled, yet she supposed she was a bit nervous about seeing her father. She spots him.
Zahra shrinks back against the wall, somehow feeling as if she didn't belong. Still, she observes the room, the extravagant thrones and the fantastic murals on the walls.
Alden and Anastasia glance at each other and grin. Where was there mom? They glance around and don't notice her. Stasia is awestruck by all the other gods.. just a few days ago they had been fairy tales. Alden leans over, trying to read the name tags from a distance. "Who is.... Ha-des?" he pronounces weirdly and louder than he had meant, his eyes getting all squinty.

Lily looks around for Demeter. Vaughn nearly has a panic attack and looks for Pannkis. Ziven and Zxavier look for there muse parents.

Zeus climbed onto his throne. "ALL MAIN OLYMPIANS ARE BY THEIR THRONES. THE MINOR GODS ARE WANDERING AIMLESSLY AROUND THE ROOM OTHERWISE.... ERIS, DON'T STICK MORPHEUS'S HEAD INTO THE FLOWER POT!" He scowled and jumped off his throne.

Rachel spots the Koi boy and grimaces. That experience had been, intesting...
Alden spots Persephone and points her out to Anastasia, pulling her closer to the Olympians. Stasia shakes her head vigorously. She felt.. weird just going up to one of them and saying something. Couldn't they kill them? "Alden, I think we should just leave this whole place, find somewhere else to stay besides this camp..." she trails off. "No," he says, still pulling her. "We're staying here. Look, Mom isn't dead," he says. That had explained why Anastasia had never seen her.
Zahra takes out her sketchpad, sitting down against the wall.. hm.