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[Earlier Today:]

[You know, for someone from Ancient Greece, Xena seems to have adapted pretty well to a modern setting. Maybe it’s because she’s used to having very strange things thrown at her. Maybe it’s her independent spirit. Or maybe she just knows that she looks pretty damn hot in a leather jacket.

Regardless, she’s killing time by sight-seeing today. Right now she’s standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.]

I don't get the point.

[This Evening in Xena's Bar:]

[Xena is working at her own bar, as she has been the past few nights, and it should be very clear by now that she’s a hands on sort of boss. She’s walking around, doing whatever needs to be done whether it be taking orders, serving beer, or kicking out a rowdy customer. Hopefully, however, she won’t have to do many of these things because her trusty staff should be tending to them. Right?

When she’s not busy, she’ll be hanging around the bar, keeping an eye on things and talking to people. ]

[ooc: Both sections are completely open for anyone to interact. This is also a good place to get your fairy induced kisses with a Warrior Princess! :D]

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[Xena has found her way to the roof and is currently just sitting up there, looking out at the land beyond the castle, rather enjoying the wind whipping through her hair. She has the journal open and idly dictates into it in that half thoughtful, half bored tone of hers.]

Has anybody bothered mapping out this place? And I mean in detail. Some of you guys have been here for years, right? Enough little adventures like that last one and you could know the land around here pretty well.

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( People who knew Xena on her last visit )

[And after that little filter, you may find Xena sitting in the lobby, reading through the old journal entries involving her. She looks rather relaxed, her feet propped up on a nearby table, but she’s still dressed in her customary armor and armed to the teeth. ]

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[Xena’s life is, on occasion, very strange. So when she finds herself suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place…well, it’s a more familiar situation than it would be for most people. What is unusual is that she’s standing on top of a kitchen counter, her right foot covered in someone’s meal (was it yours? Sorry about that.) She removes her boot from the middle of the odd dish, in the process knocking over the journal that appeared beside her. It falls to the floor, opening on the way down, and thus records her first words in this new world. And she doesn’t sound happy.]

Cute. Real cute. So which god is it this time? Ares? Seems a little dry for Poseidon. Look, point is I’m getting real tired of this, so why don’t you just come on out and we can get this over with nice and quick. I’m not a patient woman- I won’t play nice forever.

[She’s totally talking to the air with the not unreasonable expectation that whoever brought her here is lurking somewhere nearby, preparing a speech about how he needs her help to save the world (or wants her to return to the dark side, in the case of Ares). That’s how these things work, isn’t it?]

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[Home. Home as it was when she had called it that. Amphipolis before Cortese. Before everything.

Xena's sitting in front of a roaring fire in her mother's tavern, surrounded by family. Her older brother, Toris is on her left, occasionally cracking jokes that are a little too obvious to really be funny. But the person she's really thrilled to see is her younger brother, Lyceus. Having him here and close- it was enough to tell her that this was a dream, but she honestly didn't care. Every once and a while she reaches over and touches his arm, as if to reassure herself that he was still there.

And their mother, Cyrene is walking around taking care of the few customers and chatting with her children]

[OOC: Feel free to find yourself at an Ancient Greek tavern.]

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Who: Roy Harper and loved ones.
What, When, Where: Christmas Eve at Titan's Tower. A sappy, very sappy, dream. Friends and family welcome.

( While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads... )

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( People with good intentions )

( Friends and allies )

[So your archenemy/living guilt trip has randomly shown up in the castle. What do you do? Why, you go to the rooftop to clear your head, of course. Don't worry, she's actually quite warm in the borrowed Victorian men's wear. And totally oblivious to any annoying birds that may be hanging around...]

[ooc: So, yes. She's not in the best of moods right now, but spontaneous kisses are okay. Maybe they will help! Or, you know, maybe they will make it worse. Only one way to find out.]

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Who: Roy, Xena, and Babs.
What: Cupid / Is this a curse or a blessing?
Where: In one of their cozy suites, in front of a conveniently and merrily blazing fireplace.
When: Backdated to Monday.
Warnings: They're adults, but there's no adult content. I mean, nothing planned.

( They're all wearing Roy's pants. He really, really doesn't mind. )

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( Roy, Sylvanas, and Deadpool )

( Elektra )

[And, having written those filters, Xena can once again be found near the duck pond, just hanging out. She likes it there-it's peaceful most of the time. She's gotta get her hanging out outside quota in before it gets way too cold. ~~Unless someone can convince her to wear some goddamn pants.~~

Clearly she can't be left in peace for long.]

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( People who care, minus certain Greek gods )

( The boy who was talking to Ares (AKA Percy Jackson) )

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[Xena’s sitting in her room and looking through the journal, keeping track of what was going on in the castle. At least that’s what she’s trying to do; her patience is wearing thin.

Normally, crickets didn’t bother her. She’d spent enough time living on the road and sleeping outside that it was easy to dismiss the noise into the background. But the relative silence of her castle room seemed to amplify the sound-it was one thing to hear a chorus of insects, it was another to hear just one. And a particularly obnoxious one, at that.

This is ridiculous. Don’t they have any hungry spiders around here? She’s *this* close to getting up and seeking the damn thing out.]

☻ annoyed

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So how many people have "Halloween" back home? Is this a common thing or does the castle just have odd taste in holidays?

[She can be found sitting on the front steps of the castle, listening to the journal and cleaning her sword. It seems the castle decided it would be hilarious to fill her sheath with candy corn and her sword is now covered in gook. It rather looks like she murdered a pumpkin.]

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[Someone finally got around to reading back in the journal. And she’s not happy. Callisto as a god? Names and events she didn’t recognize? She can’t even tell if any of these things are her loss or if it’s all because of the timeline. And this is frustrating. Very frustrating. And on top of it all her past is spelled out right there; even here she couldn’t escape it.

So, what does one do with all this pent up rage, guilt, and frustration? Why, attempt to rip pages out of the journal, of course! There’s a pattern, if anyone’s paying attention-so much for not calling attention to her past. As the pages regenerate and it becomes increasingly obvious that this is a futile endeavor, the journal is thrown to the ground in disgust. You may hear the sound of heavy boots walking away.

That would be Xena, storming out of the castle and out into the woods to vent. Don’t worry, though. The journal won’t leave her alone for long; she’ll find it again soon, much to her dismay.]

[ooc: Mock her over the journal? Encounter her in the woods? Whatever you want.]

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[You know what makes Xena feel at home? A bar full of rough and vaguely sketchy characters. And how could a bar named The Death Match fail to deliver on that?

One thing she wasn't expecting was the wide variety of liqueurs. Where she's from every bar is stocked with the same sort of thing: a strong ale and maybe a crude wine or two.

She's drinking a glass of said strong ale now, but anyone's more than welcome to suggest something else or strike up a conversation. Don't be nervous; she won't bite....unless you deserve it.]

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[Now that she’s back to normal, Xena’s sitting by the duck pond with her journal open. She idly skips rocks across the water as she muses into the journal.]

Well, that whole experience was different. It almost makes you glad to be back at the magical castle. [Scoff]

I still haven’t figured out what I’ve lost. Guess that means it’s probably a memory. I wonder what it was.

☻ thoughtful

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[By now Xena has explored the castle and it's grounds, investigated the town, and searched through the journal. And she still hasn't found a way out or anyone to hold responsible for her predicament. This means she is very frustrated.

Thankfully, in her wanderings she did manage to find the gym. She's in there now, seriously beating some poor innocent punching bag. It may never recover.

She's also a very vocal fighter, so no doubt anyone walking by will hear her.]

☻ bitchy

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[Xena wakes up in a bed.

A very comfortable bed.

Something was clearly wrong here. She sprang to her feet. Luckily her weapons were sitting beside the mysterious bed. She armed herself and began to look around.

She was in…a castle? How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was walking away from that healing temple.

…what was that? A book? After a few moments of flipping through the journal, Xena speaks into it, confidently and clearly.]

A talking book. Cute. Real cute. Only I don’t do a lot of reading.

I don’t know who brought me here, but I want to meet face to face. Have a nice friendly chat. Share some information. If you’re especially cooperative maybe I won’t spill your guts on the castle floor.

And if you decline? Make no mistake, I’ll find you anyway. And I’ll be in a real bad mood.

[And with that she’s slamming the journal shut, tucking it into her satchel, and storming around the hallways, bellowing.]

Ares! If this is another one of your tricks, it won’t work!

[Care to run into a rampaging Warrior Princess or leave her a message?]

☻ infuriated

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