Earth

Aphrodite held back as another being entered the arena. The man addressed Elysia, and the goddess of love watched with amusement as the two seemed to head off. Whoever the woman had been as a man, she must have been a rather ferocious one. She was unmovable and that hammer… Well, it was interesting indeed.

But then the new man walked away, headed- presumably- toward his own little message in the wall. Aphrodite watched as he walked awkwardly, and suddenly he had tripped and fallen flat on his face. Had he said he'd been a dragon? No wonder the poor creature was floundering on two feet. The little brunette made her way over to the newcomer and squatted down next to him. She ran a hand over his head and cooed, turning on all the charms she had as the goddess of love. "Oh, poor love," she said, clicking her tongue as he whimpered. "Do let me help you. I am Aphrodite, Goddess of Love of Mount Olympus."

Aphrodite took his arm and helped him up. And Zeus almighty, he was tall up close. She tilted her head back, gazing up at him with her big amber eyes, the gold bracelets she wore around her wrist jingling as she moved. "One foot in front of the other. You'll get the hang of it," she promised, offering him a dazzling smile.

"Mount Olympus? Thine mountain hast no meaning to me, where--" He cut off as the room spun again as if he were diving in an aerobatic display. His human knees buckled and he fell again, front foo-- er, hand clutched to his forehead. He was startled again at the sensation of hair and lack of horns or scales, but he realized he must look the weak fool right now, being helped by a wench... But she was a nice wench nonetheless... "I shalt accept thine aide, mistress," he affirmed softly as he tried standing again. Her voice was soothing, and helped him to regain his strength and dignity. Dust from the floor stuck to his pale face and odd clothing. He scowled and tried to brush it off with his hand unheld by the mortal. He missed most of the time, but gained little thrills of pleasure when he managed to hit a smear of dirt on his plain red doublet and face. At least he wasn't completely useless.

"Mistress, thou shalt aide me to mine name," he ordered softly, still grateful for her succour yet displeased about being treated like a hatchling. Nothing was going right, and he was the weakest one in the room, it seemed. The only dragon was weaker than mortal humans. He hid the stabbing pain and vulnerability behind electric-blue slitted eyes and slowly moved "one foot in front of the other" as she had instructed.

Aphrodite stumbled a bit as well when the man fell once more. She frowned. What horrible immortal would do something like turning a fearsome dragon into a human? She herself hated being the part of a vulnerable mortal, but at least she still had the same basic appearance. She would have been a thousand times more angry if she were in another form. "Mount Olyumpus," she answered as she helped Dewi up once more, an arm around his waist so that he might lean on her if needed, "Is above us, high up in the sky, above the clouds, so that we may watch the mortals here on earth as they go through their lives. It is most beautiful, with waterfalls and green plants, and lovely fragrant flowers. The sun shines off the dwellings all day long, a beautiful golden color." She described her home longingly, though it did the place no justice. One just had to see it to understand.

Aphrodite looked up when he started brushing himself off, a small grin on her lips. She didn't help to brush him off, though. She knew the pride of a god, and if he was as he said he was, she wasn't about to insult him by licking her finger and wiping at the smudge on his nose, as much as she wanted to. The goddess got a smug look on her face when he ordered her to help him; but she let the insult drop, for she had clearly already made that decision. "And… which is your name, Master Dragon?" she asked, eyeing the wall. It all looked like gibberish to her.

"Dewi, Welsh Dragon God of Lore." He gestured to the four symbols on the wall as if it were obvious, the runes spelled the pronunciation "Deh-wee" in bold font, very unlike the scratched symbols on the walls of his cave. "How art the runes so clear? None's talons art that steady, nor tapered thus..." He looked down at his pale hand with anger, wishing desperately for his talons to return. He missed his size, the warmth that lived inside of him, everything that a dragon is and loved had been taken from him without warning nor care. He swore revenge on whomsoever had done this to him, swift and painful revenge.

A stumble yanked him from his violent thoughts, but he managed to catch himself with the help of the wench next to him. He looked down on her with a stoic expression and carried on. His composure was back, and he would not allow himself to slip and be weak again.

They approached the wall, carefully, with his inhuman eyes locked on his bare mortal feet. He watched as the new pink things moved at his command, shaky and unbalanced. "How canst these beings move about with such ease?" he growled, hurt pride yanking at his heartstrings cruelly. They eventually reached the wall, and he was forced to look up at the engraving. New fury was engendered at his pitiful height and he growled deep in his chest. It came out as more of a "gnurrrrrr" and not anywhere near as deep as a dragon's growl was meant to be. He was in a downwards spiral of fury, each new thing adding to his draconic rage, until he bared his talons and swiped harshly at the wall, expecting it to crumble under his will, but instead being forced to yelp in pain as his human fingers screamed in protest at the forceful impact. The letters glowed nonetheless, and a small box protruded from the wall. He glared at it and roared, more pitiful than anything thus far. He wouldn't touch it, and turned to put his wingless back to face the silver box in the wall.

Loki only listened to the others as he turned to a new noise, he held his staff at the ready, he maybe more of a brains of brawn type of person, but he could fight. He did not care much for this Aphrodite or Thor, though with Thor it was his own reasons, when a new man burst in he only sighed, “…another I assume and again not for Asgard.” He muttered at the stumbling fool as he made his staff disappear, finding him to be no threat. He watched as he was pushed aside by Thor and smirked, “You seek answers to your questions? And what makes you think I have them?” he asked as he rubbed his temple, there are no answers here and I am famished… I have not feasted in centuries.” He explained as he brushed past Thor and the new man as he headed towards the door, “Perhaps if we explore we shall find what we seek.” He then walked out the door heading for the cafeteria.

Dionysus looked at the man, “Dude food would be killer now!” he remarked as he looked at the human that burst in. “Amor? Is zat you? Duudee! It has been ages! How ya doing!” he asked, he was not in fact drunk, he was acting like he usually did. He was pleasantly tipsy though, but he knew better than to call Eres by his true name here. He was the god of parties not stupidity. “Anyway where is the grub?” he asked him as he shifted his weight. “Could totally go for a burger. Oh and do ya have rom assignments or something Andy?” he had decided that Anthony would be called Andy for now, he was like that. Giving people nicknames when they may not want them.

At the mention of food, Dewi's stomach informed him that it was a good idea. He winced at the rumbling, feeling like the weak mortal he was. He had just eaten seven cows, how was he hungry?! Another pitiful growl issued forth before he looked longingly at the door the black-haired human had gone through. He wanted nothing more than to be back to his previous form. Whoever had done this would pay. Dewi swore it. Ignoring the box from the wall, it's shiny silver calling to him to stroke it, hoard it, hide it, he stumbled towards where the man was headed. "I shalt dine," he said in explanation to the woman beside him.

Thor almost laughed when Dewi had attempted to make himself look intimidating. It was pathetic, trying to strike fear in the strongest of the gods, especially when he stumbled trying to adjust to his new body. Aphrodite showed mercy, however, helping the poor man up once he fell. Twice.

He couldn't help himself when Loki noted his hunger, joining as the latter left to make sure he stayed in sight. "You must be dying of starvation, missing the wonderful nourishment of the snake's venom." His tone changed soon after. "We should not be looking for food, but the cause of this dilemma." Even as humans themselves, Thor didn't believe the humans' food would fill them up well, and returning to his former glory was at the top of his priorities.

"Surely despite your imprisonment your snarky sarcasm hasn't deteriorated. When do you intend to start throwing jokes and insults or witty retorts, or devise a way out of this situation? Or is your mind really so fixated on the prospect of eating?"



"Amor", huh? That was a name he could get behind. Seeing that Dionysus recognized him relieved Eros' heart some. He wasn't going to be alone stuck on Earth, even if the only man who knows him is at minimum partially inebriated 24/7. At least he wasn't slurring as badly as he could be.

"Dio, how are you hungry? I could've sworn you ate a horse a few hours ago." That was literal, by the way.

So... this was a college. Well, if you can't get the hell off the planet, join 'em, right? Maybe he'll find a band to play with.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite sighed. Typical men. Hungry. Always hungry. She herself ate very little. Bites here and there, unless a lover was feeding her or she feeding him. Perhaps a feast every once in a while. Special occasions. But the man at her side still needed her assistance, and he apparently had his mind set on getting food.

"Right… So, food, I suppose," she grumbled. Then she tilted her head up to look at him, glaring slightly. "But don't think that just because you're a dragon you can go ordering me around!"

With that, she began to lead him toward the door so that they might follow Loki.

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Anthony

Anthony tilted his head back to glower at the man who had called him Andy. "It's Anthony. Not Andy. Not Tony. Just, Anthony." He let out a sigh and, instead of moving toward the office, he headed for the cafeteria. If they wanted food, then fine. "And no, I don't have the room assignments. I know my room, but I don't know where you all are staying."

He strode down the hall, still flipping the pencil through his fingers as he walked. Finally, Anthony spotted the cafeteria up ahead. "Alright, folks. Who's hungry?" he asked. He stepped up and pushed one of the double doors open and held it there so everyone could file in. "Go and get it." And then go be weird by yourselves, he thought.

Loki could feel Thors’ glare as if it was palpable object, he clenched his teeth at the remark as he hissed out to him, “I do not miss the venom of the serpent, it seems you provide just as pleasant company Odinson.” He closed his eyes as if trying to get the memory out of his head, though he knew it would be futile. At the mention of trying to find the cause of this…’dilemma’ a smirk lit his pale face. “Oh I am thinking about that…” he thought, though honestly he did not really care. And why should he? He had his power here, he could walk and eat. There was no venom to be dripped on him, why if it wasn’t for the nuisance of these other…people, Thor especially, then he may have been able to have some…fun, well fun for him.

He chuckled a bit at Thors’ last remark. “ Deteriorated? Oh no it has not, I assure you of that, Odinson. As for devising a way out of this situation… why? Why would I? After all I have the pleasure of seeing you in a dress. Though this time it actually fits on you.” He snapped back. “Ah if only Sif was here to see this. By the way how is her hair?” he asked him, “Still gold? She did look much better with her dark as night hair.” He added, he was of course referring to the time he shaved Thors’ lovers head, he was bored then and wanted to play a prank.

Of course he had paid dearly and had to give Odin, Thor, and Sif a gift so he wasn’t choked to death by Thors’ meaty hands… and then he had his mouth sown shut for a few months, which was better than the alternative of having his head lobbed off, and thankfully with him being the trickster god he had managed a way around that.

Dionysus smiled “Sure Andy er Anthony.” He commented, “Ah I will get the thing later. Cats need to be fed.” He remarked as he stroked the lion like one’s head, “isn’t that right Mufasa.” He cooed to it. He grinned at Amor, “I didn’t eat a horse, I ate a bunch of grapes and then some…huh don’t remember what.” He commented with a laugh. “Then woke up here in the middle of it. Oh Amor you remember my cat’s right?” he asked as the cats followed behind him and looked at Amor.

“Leopald, Tamara, Lyell and course Mufasa.” He said with a grin as he put his hands into his light purple hoodie. “Anywho, I haven’t seen ya in ages dude, how’ve ya been?” he asked him as he rested his hands behind his head. “Damn I miss my wreath…” he muttered under his breath.

When they arrived at the cafeteria he grinned. “Food! Course I am hungry, was the one that asked ya after all.” He remarked with a hearty laugh as he saw the old style mess hall, it looked like something from a camp outside, but is had all the modern human things. “Sooo where is the bar type do dad?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Oh school board!” he pointed to it as he walked over looking at the room assignments, thankfully there was a lot of languages on it. “Yo Andy! We are Roomies! Amor it looks like you are paired up with some dude named Lucky. Nope Loki. Loki… Hellano am I even gonna attempt to say that jargon for a last name!” he called out to Amor with a laugh. Again forgetting Anthony wanted to be called Anthony, not Andy.

Dewi glared down at the wench at his side. The only reason he didn't berate her for her insolence was because... well... he needed her. Besides, it had been awhile since he had been offered so beautiful a companion. As they left the room images of the Jewelled City and the silver box sang in his tiny, unhorned head, begging him to hoard them, to take them away to be used only by him. He practically drooled at the thought of having all those shiny objects all to himself, all to him, all Dewi's. The shiny pubs would be a problem to move as a human, but the box would be no problem. It sang in his mind, *begging* him to take it and hide it. He had misjudged the box, how beautiful it was, in his initial fury. It was often this way, but the townspeople would always bring him gifts as recompense.

Of course! He had people right here! He shook his head in a failed attempt to rid himself of thoughts of shinies and glitters to face Loki. "Thou mortal!" he called ahead, "Thou shalt return and fetch yon box of silver for me," he ordered, stopping abruptly to wait for the male to do his bidding.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite glared right back at the man she was aiding. If it was a battle of wills he wanted, two could play that game. The Goddess of Love was as stubborn as anyone, a trait that had driven Zeus in particular mad. At times, she was like an insolent child, and could throw the worst temper tantrums. Most of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus had learned long ago to not cross Aphrodite.

The little woman let out another grumble with the man stopped walking and suddenly demanded that Loki go back for his box. She huffed. "He is not a mortal, none of us are. You're not the only god in existence, you know, Master Dragon. And I really do not think he will take kindly to you demanding he go back for your box."
She waved a hand at Loki. "See? He's been acting like Zeus himself the entire time. Thinks he's better than all of us, he does. We'll just have to see about that."

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Anthony

Andy. Again. Anthony forgot about the pencil in his hand as he curled his fingers into fists, snapping the soft wood. This guy was going to drive him crazy, he was sure of it. And did he- did he just ask where the bar was? Who the hell was this guy? How did he get into this school?

There it was, Andy. AGAIN. "Wait- no," Anthony breathed and he hurried over to the board, shoving the annoying guy out of the way so he could see the room assignments for himself. "God dammit," he muttered. This had to be some horrible joke. He scanned this list for the men's dorms, looking for names that he might recognize. Not a one. There were some pretty weird names on there. Lots of foreigners this year, it looked like. His eyes popped over to the female list. More foreign names. Ah, but there was one he recognized. Felice Rosenthal. He knew that name. He could somewhat picture a face with the name, a fellow student from previous classes. Hm. Well, at least they weren't all strangers.

Anthony took a step back, miserably eyeing the man who was to be his roommate. And those cats. Ugh! He hated cats! They smelled bad. With their cat litter and crap. And they peed everywhere. And they shed. And they climb all over stuff. It was going to be a long school year. He let out a defeated sigh, his shoulders dropping, and walked to the trash can to toss in the pieces of his pencil. Then, he headed for the lunch line. Might as well eat while he was there.

Wondering if Dio didn't know what a school was for, he almost corrected the drunkard... until his own name was called out.

"Wait, I'm actually listed on that damn thing?" Eros joined Dionysus by the board, carrying Tamara in his arms and stroking the cat's head. Looking at the names and coming across the name Dio didn't feel like pronouncing, he tried it for himself. "'Loki... Laffyerassoffson'? What the hell kinda name is that?" Of course, his own wasn't any better comparing it with the various other names on the list. Everything sounded foreign.

"I coulda sworn he came in here; don't yell at me about it! We'll find him!"

"I'm not yelling — I'm demanding! You were the last one to see him!" That noise was unmistakable, giving Eros enough of a scare to actually drop Tamara and dive into the nearest empty trash can to hide.

"Don't tell anyone I was here," he requested. He wanted to keep his clothes and limbs intact.

"Excuse me!" the first girl started as a small group of them ran up to Anthony and Dionysus. Pulling out her cell phone, she flipped it open to her background — it was Amor, in the middle of playing his sax. "Have you seen this guy anywhere?" While she was trying her damned-near best to interrogate the guys, half of her crazed group went hysterical over Dio's kittens, picking them up and playing with them like little kids.

“Thou Mortal…”

Those words and the order that followed made Loki stop in his tracks, it was probably one of the worst things to call Loki, one who was not known for his…fondness of mortals, that and the fact this…thing had ordered him looking down upon him, something he had had more than enough of in Asgard. “I am sorry, but did you really just call me a…mortal?” he all but hissed out, as he slowly looked at him, his eyes full of fire. “I am no ‘mortal’. Nor am I one to be ordered about. I suggest you think next time.” He said in a whisper, though the way that whisper was said…well it was as icy as the winter in Jötunheimr. He looked at the woman, “And you act any better?” he asked her as he reached the cafeteria doors right as a bunch of girls busted through. He was a bit surprised that Thor had nothing to say about his remark, but he didn’t really care too much.

He clucked his tongue as he slipped through the door. “What in the nine realms is going on?” he muttered as he looked at the mess hall, it was a familiar sight in looks, in fact it remind him a bit of where he had his last feast. He looked at the people in the mess hall only a few he found that stuck out, the one with cats in the light purple jacket, the one hiding, and the one who had thrown something away. He shook his head; he only wanted to get something to sate his hunger and then go to the library in hopes of finding some clue.

Dionysus felt himself being shoved aside as Anthony and Amor looked at the list, Tamara the little tiger looking kitten, seemed quite happy in Amors’ arm, “not sure if that is how ya say it, but whatever.” He said with a laugh. He then heard a gaggle of girls bursting in and saw the fear on Amors’ face as he dropped Tamara, who gracefully landed on her feet with a little mew.

When the girls started picking up his cat and petting them to hard though, Dionysus looked…serious. “Hey who said ya could do that, ya are hurting them!” he scolded them as he whistled as the cats went to him. “They are living creatures, not toys! As for seeing that hot guy, no I have not seen him.” He remarked, Dionysus was not one to annoy, but he was holding back for now. “And do you even go to this college? Should I get security here for harassing the students and their pets?” he asked as he spied on man in a weird outfit slip in after the girls.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite eyed the two men, glaring at Loki when he asked if she was acting any better than he. In fact, she believed she had been quite friendly- at least to the others, considering her circumstances. Letting out a huff, she slipped away from the dragon-man. She continued on ahead, noticing some commotion or other going on. Loki was the first to make it into the cafeteria, but Aphrodite paused in the doorway, eyeing the gaggle of girls with distaste. But then, her eyes landed on Dionysus and she gasped, a wide grin spreading her lips.

"Dio!" she called out cheerfully, skipping forward. She was careful of the cats as she jumped at the man, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss right on his mouth. They had been lovers once. But then, it was rare to find a god on Mount Olympus who hadn't been Aphrodite's lover at one time or another. "I am so happy to see a familiar face!"

She glanced back toward the crowd of girls and shot them all a death stare so strong, that even though the brunette was tiny in stature, the girls got the idea and quickly moved away. They hadn't found what they'd been looking for anyway. And that was when Aphrodite noticed the person hiding in the trash can. Her brown eyes widened and she hurried over.

"Ohh in the name of Zeus! What are you doing in there?" Aphrodite reached down to take Eros' hand to help him out. "Who did this to you, my love?!" She brushed him off, making a face as she tossed away a gooey napkin that had been stuck to his shoe. Then, she reached up to put her hands on either side of his face, looking adoringly at her son. "Look at you. Handsome as ever."

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Anthony

Anthony glanced back toward the newcomers, raising an eyebrow. Another weirdo strolled in, looking like he owned the place. Must be another foreigner. His eyes bobbed toward the short woman, giving her an appreciative once over. She apparently knew Dio and Amor, and from the looks of it, quite well. Anthony let out a sigh. Why did all the cute chicks have to be into the oddballs?

He went through the line and grabbed himself some lunch, then sat down at an empty table with a sigh. His eyes went back to the group at the doorway. Anthony had a feeling that this was going to be one long, long year.

Anubis wandered along one of the many paths that criss-crossed the college campus. With head ducked and hands clasped insecurely in front of him he made his way between the numerous buildings, all the while the large, dark furred dog of indeterminable breed followed along behind him. It had taken Anubis a number of minutes to realize that the dog was actually Ammit, his hound; only her form had been altered as well. Some of the people Anubis passed took notice of him. He tried to be friendly and offer a smile, but shortly there after, they would noticed his dog and hurry on their with with sudden purpose. After the third such person Anubis stopped and frowned. Turning his head he looked down at Ammit, who's big doggy tongue was lolling out between rather large and pointy teeth. "Hmm," Anubis said to himself, "I guess 'friendly puppy' isn't how I would describe you either, old girl."

It was just then that the sent of cooking food wafted across Anubis's nose. His stomach gave a loud grumble and he put hand to his belly. This was new to Anubis, after all he had never been hungry before, but he knew instinctively that he was empty and that the smell of food was attractive to him. "I think, I've heard of this sensation from the deceased mortals." He said to Ammit. "I am quite certain it is called starvation. Come hound, we seek food." And with that Anubis followed his nose until he came upon a spacious building with strange letters, he had never seen before, plastered onto its front. He did however understand the pictured of food that were painted all over the walls. "There, you see, I am positive that this picture," He said while gesturing to one of the many upon the walls, "Is of a loaf of bread. Food is to be found here."

He proceeded forward and found himself moved by the crowd into a line where they apparently waited to get their meal. Anubis hummed to himself as he stood and waited, taking in the sights about him. This most certainly was an interesting place, though he needed to find a way home as soon as possible. The line inched forward bit by bit and just when it was about his turn to take on of the strange trays upon which his sustenance would allegedly be heaped, a stern voice called out to him from across the room.

"HEY! You can't have that uhh.... dog? Yeah, that DOG in here! You'll have to leave, sir." Anubis looked around to see a grumpy looking elderly man, in a uniform of some type, glowering at him. He had a small badge pinned to his shirt and a black tie to match his shiny black shoes.

"Excuse me, old one, I did not know. However I feel I must tell you that this 'dog', as you say, will be better off if she stays with me. Perhaps I can merely get my meal and then leave as you suggested?" Anubis said calmly in a deep and cultured, though obviously foreign, voice.

Keeping his silence, Thor kept in mind to make sure Loki didn't do anything... well, stupider than usual. He did get quite a crack out of Loki being called a mortal, but Thor held his silence still, if not just so he didn't have to hear his own pathetically submissive voice no matter how much he wanted to laugh.

Aphrodite then didn't hesitate to tackle a man in a purple jacket and plant a kiss on him, only to call someone else her "love" and clean him up like a mother. This was confusing, by any stretch of Thor's understanding.



"I—" he started, only to get cut off when Aphrodite put her hands on his cheeks like she was about to pinch them. "I was hiding." It was all too easy to figure out what from by now. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" Then he looked at Dionysus. Did he really think they were actually supposed to be educated on Earth? Is he insane, or more inebriated than he was letting on?



Passing by various disappointed women on his way inside after having put his things in his room, Felice only recognized one person out of the entire group in the cafeteria, apart from the various students that otherwise totally ignored them. What was the guy's name again? Alan... Jeremy... Bob... no, it's definitely not Bob. He doesn't look like a Bob. ANTHONY! That's it! Wait; is it? Regardless of his name, Felice looked at all the others, and it actually felt weird, even for him. Grabbing his lunch and sitting at the opposite end of Anthony's table shortly after the latter sat down, he couldn't help but wonder if those new students were the cast of an upcoming TV drama.

I hate being on camera.

Loki only glanced at the man who went in the line with him, he couldn’t help but feel….a bit out of place in his clothing, “everyone else gets somewhat normal clothing and I have this…I will remedy that later, not in front of these…mortals though.” he thought to himself as he got himself some food and looked at the tables, he knew for certain he did not wish to eat with Thor, nor really that woman who was right now throwing herself on a weird looking male.

He finally settled on a table near the back as he took the key from around his neck, the one to his room, as he looked at it with a frown. “the metal is not of Midgard…nor Asgard, I highly doubt it is from my daughters’ realm as well…” he thought to himself his mind racing as the dim lighting played on the key sending a soft reflective glow off of it.

Dionysus blinked as he heard a familiar voice and turned to see Aphrodite, he had one fling with her, not really his fault, him being the youngest of the gods made him a wee bit vulnerable to her advances, but it ended there. His eyes widen as she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips, for once he looked a bit flustered, “Err nice to see you too?” he told her before gaining his stupid grin back, “Look Diate gotta say somethings now. No not happening again I don’t wanna get involved…again with you, wayyyy to risky, second I mainly play on the other court now.” He told her, “I mean I like both but yeah.” He told her with a smile as he put his hands in his pockets.

He watched as she hugged her son as he walked to the lunch line a grin on his face as he got his food and drink, though he got grape juice, it seems the bar was not located in the mess hall, ah well he could make his own. He hummed a song as he did so, as usual he appeared to not have a care in the world, which was the case for now. So far besides being dumped here, he didn’t seem to mind anything, no one had insulted him after all, or insulted him badly.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite giggled at Dionysus' confession to her. "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I wasn't expecting that to happen again. Not that it was a bad experience or anything." She traced a finger down his nose and poked the tip of it. "I greet everyone with a kiss. Well… Everyone I like." She gave him a wink, then turned back to her beloved son.

"I don't know what I am doing here, my darling," Aphrodite said, releasing his face and taking a small step back. "One moment I was in another time, watching Aeneas, and the next I was thrown from the Mount and carried here." She leaned close to speak to him in confidence. "I have met some very strange people here. That one-" She pointed to Loki as he made his way through the lunch line. "-is very rude," she said with a pout. "But there are others here… others like us, apparently. But from different places. It is very strange."

She sighed and gave a shrug of her small shoulders. The woman glanced around the room, then spotted the room assignments that the men had been looking at minutes ago. She skipped over and read down the list. "Hm." She turned to the woman she had met back in the arena. They had considered being roommates, but she still hadn't told Aphrodite her name. "What's your name again? Come see, are we to be roommates?"

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Anthony

Anthony kept mostly to himself while he ate in silence. It was peaceful enough at his little corner of the table. Without all the strange people around. He looked up about halfway through his meal and recognized a face. He let out a sigh of relief. The one whose name he had recognized on the dorm sheet. When he caught Felice's eye, he gave a small smile and a wave. At least there'd be someone somewhat normal around.

It was obvious to Anubis that this elderly man was not about to budge on this particular matter. He could have killed the man, his insolence merited such a response. But it was also obvious to Anubis that he did not look himself, and as such it was very likely that no one knew who he was. The old man would live because of his ignorance. Anubis glanced about to see several others looking at him and more so at his hound. He didn't want a fuss, at least not until he knew what was going on. So he sighed and nodded to Ammit, "Perhaps you had better wait outside, old friend." The big dog let out a whine of protest that Anubis was not accustomed to hearing from the creature, but none the less understood it's meaning.

"Yes, I know, but we must keep our heads down for now, best to do as we are told." He responded to Ammit. With a huff the dog got up and paced to the door, people scrambling out of her path as she did. With one last look over her shoulder, Ammit passed out of sight to await her master. Anubis looked back to the elderly man and gestured after the dog. "Is that satisfactory to you?" he asked.

The old security guard grunted and said, "Just see to it that it stays outside." before he ambled off. Anubis frowned after the man for a moment before his rumbling stomach turned his attention back to the food. He looked at those in line with him and followed what they were doing. They picked up trays of some solid material that Anubis was unfamiliar with and went through the line either picking out packaged this or that or being served hot food by elderly ladies in aprons. Being unsure what to do, Anubis made it through with a peanut butter sandwich, pizza, carrot sticks, a small bag of Cooler Ranch Doritos and a pickle. He glanced with uncertainty at the contents of his tray as he walked out to find a place to sit.

Anubis looked here and there, finding most tables full. But soon he spotted a place at a near empty one. It had a single occupant, the table did. A young man with dark hair and a pensive frown. Anubis made his way over and sat down at the table, one chair between him and the other man. He glanced at the dark haired man but said nothing, preceding to occupy himself deciding how to eat the thing called "pepperoni pizza".

(Sorry for taking so long, all, I had some issues to deal with)

Dewi staggered away as the woman left and had sat sullenly on the floor of the "College" since she had left. The smell of food from inside the room the rest had flocked to sickened him... yet at the same time he was so hungry. How was it possible for a human body to be so hungry? As a dragon that was understandable, he had many livestock delivered to him a day, but how was he supposed to eat a sheep, much less a cow, in this form? Surely it wouldn't fit and he hadn't the maw to eat it. Anger boiled within him once more, mixing with the temper that had roiled about since his unfortunate bout while racing the moon. This was unnacceptable. He needed food, he needed tribute, and he needed his form back. Raising his voice the best he could, (stars, it was so small and... squeaky...) Dewi called through the closed doors, "Thou inhabitants shalt bring me sustenance anon!! I am cross and immensely tired with these games! Anon! Mort--" he clamped his jaw shut, swallowed his pride, and thought of the tall human he had angered earlier. He wasn't afraid of him, not at all, but it was better in this state to keep from angering any others. "Beings," he corrected, "Sustenance and aid!!"