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[czechoslovakia]

Who: annabeth chase + perhaps you!
When: post emergence event, mid may into mid june!
Where: thorne, the horizon, nocwich
What: post event stuff & catch all
Warnings: none right now! will add if/as needed!



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HORIZON

[sophos]

[ annabeth's domain sits at the edge of what looks like a summer camp. she'd been a little wary about coming back into here after - whatever the fuck that whole god illusion was, but she couldn't stay away, for a lot of reasons. she was already fascinated by it beforehand, and if the singularity is going to fuck with her again, the least she can do is try to understand the part of it she can access in the horizon. so, she tries to pop in at least once a day, half out of spite against her fear of what she became in that strange fake future. she will figure it out, or else. ]

[ there is a part of her that still feels the small temptation that comes with the power of creation here, and even though she's very much giving into her imagination, annabeth is just as determined to never come close to who she was as the patron of the craft. she has to understand it. this time, she always seems to think, she'll keep a better hold of herself. ]

[ the athena cabin - a grey, studious looking log cabin with an owl over the threshold - marks the official start of her domain, planted firmly at the edge of a wider camp half-blood shared with other demigods. in the distance, there's a climbing wall flowing with literal lava and several other cabins, all with their own unique decors. if the door is open, annabeth will be at work decorating her cabin's interior. in theory it resembles a summer camp layout: multiple beds shoved against one wall, shelves, and tables, but this one is also full of what some might consider "nerd shit" - books and scrolls, planning boards, workbenches, maps, alongside miscellaneous weaponry and armor. frowning thoughtfully, she folds up one of the beds into a chair, then slides it away the wall. any footsteps will immediately be met by her head whipping around and a slight glower on her face at being interrupted. ]

Is wandering in just normal around here?

[ or, if the door is closed, follow the path that begins just outside it. it starts as dirt and turns into cobblestone weaving through lemon trees and statues. at the top, there is annabeth looking very deep in thought as she stares at the other piece of her horizon - a house. one that looks midway through some construction. ]

[ the house is currently missing a few windows and an entire roof, but it's starting to resemble a very large, two story log cabin, with a long wrap-around porch and nearly quadruple the size of the athena cabin. the front door - also missing - is wide, and a glance inside hints at bookshelves and lots of space. it takes her a few moments to realize she has company. ]

Don't go inside.

[ it's not dangerous, it's just not done. ugh, company. staring hard at the house and not the aforementioned company, she begins shaping the roof, plastering shingles on meticulously. ]

CASTLE THORNE

[sophos]

[ annabeth is a semi-frequent-flier in the castle's library, despite how little she's been in abraxas compared to others. since her first few attempts at helping re-stock went sour due to misread labels and misunderstood sorting, she's a little less inclined, preferring to simply gather a few and take over a table. after literally everything that's happened to her lately, this is familiar and a comfort, even if the subject matter is all new - but she's choosing to be excited about that newness. she knows how to research, and it's a comfort. she looks like she might have even been living here for a few days, if her absolute rats nest of curls tied into a haphazard brain is anything to go by. ]

[ the problem, of course, is it takes her much longer to read them despite her voracity for it. even though it's not english and she still magically knows it, the letters still spin and more often than not she can be found frowning in frustration as she stubbornly and determinedly plows forward, even if it sometimes gives her a headache. occasionally she can be found pressing her forehead with one hand and pointing through the words with her other. ]

[ and sometimes, the headaches and her general state of fatigue win out and annabeth straight up passes out at the table. she's slumped over, one arm stretched out, the other serving as her pillow. even in sleep, her expression is a little hard. in her defense, her sleep schedule is the worst, and she is suffering a lack of coffee in this world. she's a light sleeper, so it won't take much to wake her - even footsteps heavy enough are likely to cause a stir. ]

NOCWICH

[sophos]

[ it was closed when annabeth was first pulled into this world, and she has to admit there was disappointment - the horizon is well enough to find people in other territories, but she likes the idea of something in person. she's also just curious about nocwich in general, a cove of werewolves and vampires that she doesn't even question existing. she hails from a place where hellhounds and empousa are real. so when it opens, she and percy are there. ]

[ she wanders about oleuni square, attention bouncing between the layout of the square itself - the designs, the positions, the stage - and the bustle of the crowd. there's a lot happening, and it's all incredibly new, so her brain is trying to take in everything at once - which she's not too bad at, when things are this busy. she has a fairly easy time taking it all in, and she doesn't miss a beat - or a familiar face, though whether it's only familiar thanks to eight hundred imaginary years as a god is another story. eye contact with another summoned has her going for the first ]

Are the... plays any good? [ sure, small talk, she'll give it a whirl. better to start there. ]

[ at one of the stalls she picks up a spool of yarn, mouth opening in a small 'o' of surprise at how soft it is. it feels weird to use werewolf fur for something, considering what she thinks she knows about how they're supposed to work (they're still people, aren't? sometimes?? it also feels rude to ask here in their land, and she forgot to preemptively look into the exact mechanics of lycanthropy of this world), but it's tempting nonetheless. apparently she can weave. maybe she can knit too? catch her thoughtfully comparing two different spools in conjecture with her disbelief that she's actually considering it. ]

[ on the second day, she winds up in luna, a little glad it's the werewolf city open to start. she's working on separation of vampires and empousai, but it'll be a hot minute, and she'd really rather not think of the latter. the thing that pulls her attention most here is initially the architecture - which is most often the thing that grabs her first anywhere she goes. as the - ugh - patron of the craft, she'd unsurprisingly favored it. but what makes a werewolf pick a particular design? the buildings feel almost warm, which makes sense, given the lay of sunshine and daylight. ]

BORREL

[sophos]

[ there's a lot to do and see in borrel, and that's without the upcoming start to the festival. annabeth arrives with percy and is repeatedly seen with him during the course of the day here, but he flitters in and out, and she succumbs to her own distractions. the lack of violent storms certainly makes it easier to get a sense of the town. it's also just nice to get out of the castle for a little while. ]

[ she likes the sea glass. her hand absently goes to her neck, where her camp necklace is not resting as always, so she just scratches a fake itch before dropping it back to her side as she continues to admire the abundance of it. the architecture here is not dissimilar from thorne, and she's starting to notice the patterns of this territory, but there is something that stands out to her immediately as she takes in the structures and design of borrel. ]

[ speaking to absolutely no one, except perhaps the building she's standing in front of: ] They use a lot of clay here...

[ near the end of the day, she sits in the sand on the shoreline, knees up with a notebook braced on her legs. the view of the water is very nice, but she's very focused on the drawing in front of her instead, which looks more like a series of lines and numbers, with any words written deliberately in ancient greek. she doesn't seem bothered by sitting in the sand itself rather than a blanket, and her shoes are kicked off lazily nearby. it's been a long day! she's unwinding with a free draw design, the outline of what looks like the beginnings of a house on a quick glance. ]

[ approach, however, and she won't look up as the shadow casts over her. ]

You're blocking my light.