mythopoeics

Problem A: Wake up in a strange apartment that smells like patchouli.
Solution: Leave the apartment, hop on bus, go home.

Problem B: Outside = jungle, no buses.
Solution: SHRIEK

Problem C: Come back inside, find crossbow and water and computer.
Solution: Attempt to learn how to shoot crossbow.

Problem D: Do not know how to shoot crossbow.
Solution: FLING IT ACROSS THE ROOM

Problem E: Look out window, see BRONTOSAURUS' FACE
Solution: proceed to go into cardiac arrest

[ Waking up in an apartment that wasn't his own wasn't a surprise. Really, he'd become far too used to all the relocation. Waking up alone was even less of a surprise. It was the Beretta laying on the pillow next to him that gave him pause. He'd never really been a firearm person, being someone who preferred more intimate weapons-- blades, for instance. But he'd take what he could get.

Tucking the gun into the back of his jeans, he'd scoured the apartment, which was bare bones enough to suit his tastes. But he wasn't going to stay. He wasn't going to reach out just yet either. Stepping out of the apartment, he noticed something wasn't quite right. It was too quiet. He wasn't going to risk calling out, in the event something unexpected decided to show its face.

They appeared once he'd managed to get himself a block away from the complex. So New York was overrun by plant life, no big deal. The velociraptors that hopped onto the car in front of him were another story. The fuckers were hurling themselves at him before he had the chance to draw the gun. The Starbucks across the road called to him, and so figuring the door wouldn't just happen to be unlocked, he shot three times at the door, slamming his weight into it and shattering the glass. By some miracle, the bathroom door was not locked, and so as he threw the door shut, he felt one of the raptors slam into it. He locked it, stepped away, and collapsed against the closest wall.

Well, fuck.]

[ mass text to mordred, horsemen, and raven ]
are you fucking serious

Ok, so I was in the middle of a fucking bath when I got yanked. Uncool, assholes. Grabbed some not-so-chic clothes that I managed to find, I've got whatever they left with me.

Egyptians, where are you? Daddy, you better be ok!

[Filter: Anubis]

I'm going to totally flip out if I find out my baby girl's around here. I don't think she is but fff.

[Filter: Away from Khaos and her minions]

Godlings! Please make your way to [address of the safe apartment building]. I know some of you are quite far but please try. It has what you'll need and you'll all be...more safe there than anywhere else.

Protect one another. Don't try to go this solo!