souls have been lost and the panic grows

[phototraces]

[That... that was hell, actually. Wendy didn't like that at all. After the trial she... has to head to the kitchen and hopefully not find clay shit everywhere. She needs to do something to keep things under control. To keep things going.

She's not a great cook but she knows the basics. Meat. Bread. Cheese. Something warm for the belly to drink. She's nervous when she works but she's relentless. There's no asking for help from her as she makes a spread for everyone. Then... she's moving all of it not to the eatery but the bonfire.

Making makeshift tables around it and placing trays of food and drink. Even setting up a chair for Alex a good distance away from the fire but close enough that he can be part of things if he wants to.

Wendy, with her careful writing, writes up some notes and hands them out to everyone if she can find them or if not under their door.

Food at the bonfire and the area around it. Attendance not mandatory but it's probably better for all of us if we stick together. Bring more food and drink if you want.

Wendy

...She can't control other people but she can try to suggest.]

Comments

[literarybehemoth]

Indeed. Sometimes the gods are toying with mortals and using them in their little games, but in other cases they are fighting amongst themselves.

I suppose that is simply the nature of things.

[atu709]

And here we are without any mortals to toy with.

[ she sighs ]

We're getting the worst of both. Seems about right.

[literarybehemoth]

I am not entirely certain if I have heard of any gods as unlucky as we are. That is, perhaps, one unique aspect here...

[atu709]

No getting eaten just yet, though, so we have that on that bastard Zeus.

[literarybehemoth]

...

Well, now that you've said it...

[atu709]

Mm. I will admit, it's not an impossibility, but I should... spit or spread some salt or something, most likely.

[literarybehemoth]

Knock on some wood, as well. We may as well cover all of our bases...