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xp_logsMeggan, Sharon, Ty, Kurt, Clea, and Logan have been dropped into the middle of the Greek camp and have to quickly take stock of the situation without being discovered.
Reality flickered back into view with a loud whoosh that deposited the six people it had scooped up from various points within the mansion into the midst of a scene that came out of legend. The night sky glowed with the lights of many campfires that lay burning beside the tents of warriors. Peeking out of the distance, the prows of ancient sailing ships rose high above the sand and the sounds of gentle waves lapping at the shore sung a lullaby. Some had laid their leather and bronze armor on blankets beside the tents where they caught the gleam of the firelight with their swords and lances beside them. Horses whickered and stomped where they were tied at the end of their reins while others dozed peacefully.
The depths of sleep had claimed many of the warriors, but still some could be heard singing lowly the ancient songs of Greece, songs that honored the gods and the fellow warriors among them. There was little afoot right now.
Sharon hit the ground with a thud and it took her moment to get her bearings again. Taking in the tents, campfires and the gleam of metal in the moonlight, her eyes widened. "What the fuck did we end up in now?" She commented as she bent down to help up the person next to her.
Logan took the offered hand as he glanced around. "Looks like somethin' out of the history books if the weapons are any indication." He then looked at himself. Still dressed in modern clothes. That would soon be problematic. "We'll need to find a supplies tent and blend in." He sniffed the air to try and place when in time they were and detected other familiar scents from the mansion. "Might be more of us to find first, though."
After getting to her feet, Meggan quickly checked herself over. Aside from the dirt, she was fine, really. She looked around, trying to spot a tent or some other signifier, where more people could be loitering outside. “You okay?” Meggan whispered to the person closest to her, as she offered her own hand.
Her brother took her hand to pull himself up, wincing slightly, but nodded. "It was not such a hard landing. But where are we?"
Ty rolled slowly to his feet and tried to shake the dust from his clothes. "All I know is, this isn't Asgard. I'm STARVING."
Clea knelt down next to one of the armor. "My mum is a curator for the British Museum so I spent a lot of time there when I was little. This looks like something from Ancient Greece. The markings right here." Pointing at the markings. "This is sort of over the top for the scenarios, right?"
"This definitely isn't the Danger Room anymore." Sharon corrected Clea after scanning their surroundings once more. "Ancient Greece was a pretty long time ago and pretty big. If that is where we are, what the hell've we gotten ourselves into!" Seeing a man emerge from a tent nearby, Sharon soundlessly moved behind him, wrapping one arm around his neck, her other hand clapping his mouth so he could not make a sound. "There, a way to get some answers."
"Shame we don't have a telepath with us," Logan muttered to himself. He drew nearer to the man Sharon had captured, who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a textbook. He raised his fist and slowly let his claws slide free. "Tell us what we need to know and you won't be harmed." He paused. "Where are we? Why are you here?"
The man trembled in Sharon's grasp with his eyes fixed on the shiny tips of Logan's claws. He didn't know who these people dressed in strange clothes were or what god had placed them in front of his tent. He was no threat to this group. He nodded quickly at Logan's words and when Sharon moved her hand enough to let him speak he said, "W-we are on the shores of Troy, seeking to return Helen to her rightful husband. It has been ten years we have been here. Please, I only do as my lord bids me. I have no quarrel with you."
“And we don’t have a quarrel with you,” Meggan quickly assured him, just in case it kept him from raising the alarm by screaming loudly. And once she thought about it, Meggan was only distantly surprised that this poor guy spoke their language. Otherwise, they would really be in a bind just from trying to communicate with him. Troy. This was supposed to be Troy? “Oh, I remember that story!” Maybe not every little detail of the saga, but that was a big one. It was Paris that was the one trying to get Helen back, wasn't it?
"We want only information", Kurt assured him. "And none that will bring harm to your cause. You have been camped here for ten years?"
"Yes. Yes." The soldier sputtered out. "We are heading for victory!"
"Meaning some kind of plan." Sharon growled a bit, perfectly happy to join the bad cop act. "What are you guys up to?"
The soldier seemed hesitant for a second before Clea stepped in, "Honestly, has no one read The Iliad?" Clea looked around at each of her teammates. "This is the final night of the siege of Troy. Remember the Trojan Horse?"
Ty managed to keep a straight face. "I don't see what safe sex has to do with our current predicament."
Clea just looked at Ty with a raised eyebrow, "Boy you need to read more."
“It’s a much older story than that,” Meggan managed, laughing before she could stop herself. She had seen those commercials a couple of times. “I read it for school; I remember the way they snuck themselves in.” In light of Ty’s reference, that sounded a little bit awful. It couldn’t be helped, under the circumstances.
Kurt glanced around. "And yet... does anyone see them constructing it, or a finished one?"
"Not here, but on the other side of city?" Sharon remarked. "How are you planning to enter the city?" She gave the soldier she was still holding a rough shake.
The soldier stuttered again, "Th-there are preparations going on but I don't know the details. I'm a low ranking soldier simply tasked with following orders."
"Well, we have some answers," Logan said. "We should help speed things along best we can and then see what happens."
“So...we just need to find it out there, once we look like all the other people out here,” Meggan noted.
Kurt looked wryly down at himself. "I do not think any clothes will help me very much with that."
"Just tell them you're Caledonian, I'll be Nubian," Ty suggested. "Mythology is fact here. Just give them what they consider a reasonable explanation."
"I suppose that could work", he allowed. "If they have never heard of either place, all the better."
“Or if they haven’t heard of the god whichever of you pretend to be, it would be even better for us. If we keep going the mythology way,” Meggan pointed out.
"Probably best to keep that to a minimum as much as possible. Looks like most everyone's sleepin' or on lookout duty," Logan said. "Should be easy enough to avoid most folks while we're here."
"Otherwise, blending in a little more would help." Sharon examined the group standing around her briefly.
Reality flickered back into view with a loud whoosh that deposited the six people it had scooped up from various points within the mansion into the midst of a scene that came out of legend. The night sky glowed with the lights of many campfires that lay burning beside the tents of warriors. Peeking out of the distance, the prows of ancient sailing ships rose high above the sand and the sounds of gentle waves lapping at the shore sung a lullaby. Some had laid their leather and bronze armor on blankets beside the tents where they caught the gleam of the firelight with their swords and lances beside them. Horses whickered and stomped where they were tied at the end of their reins while others dozed peacefully.
The depths of sleep had claimed many of the warriors, but still some could be heard singing lowly the ancient songs of Greece, songs that honored the gods and the fellow warriors among them. There was little afoot right now.
Sharon hit the ground with a thud and it took her moment to get her bearings again. Taking in the tents, campfires and the gleam of metal in the moonlight, her eyes widened. "What the fuck did we end up in now?" She commented as she bent down to help up the person next to her.
Logan took the offered hand as he glanced around. "Looks like somethin' out of the history books if the weapons are any indication." He then looked at himself. Still dressed in modern clothes. That would soon be problematic. "We'll need to find a supplies tent and blend in." He sniffed the air to try and place when in time they were and detected other familiar scents from the mansion. "Might be more of us to find first, though."
After getting to her feet, Meggan quickly checked herself over. Aside from the dirt, she was fine, really. She looked around, trying to spot a tent or some other signifier, where more people could be loitering outside. “You okay?” Meggan whispered to the person closest to her, as she offered her own hand.
Her brother took her hand to pull himself up, wincing slightly, but nodded. "It was not such a hard landing. But where are we?"
Ty rolled slowly to his feet and tried to shake the dust from his clothes. "All I know is, this isn't Asgard. I'm STARVING."
Clea knelt down next to one of the armor. "My mum is a curator for the British Museum so I spent a lot of time there when I was little. This looks like something from Ancient Greece. The markings right here." Pointing at the markings. "This is sort of over the top for the scenarios, right?"
"This definitely isn't the Danger Room anymore." Sharon corrected Clea after scanning their surroundings once more. "Ancient Greece was a pretty long time ago and pretty big. If that is where we are, what the hell've we gotten ourselves into!" Seeing a man emerge from a tent nearby, Sharon soundlessly moved behind him, wrapping one arm around his neck, her other hand clapping his mouth so he could not make a sound. "There, a way to get some answers."
"Shame we don't have a telepath with us," Logan muttered to himself. He drew nearer to the man Sharon had captured, who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a textbook. He raised his fist and slowly let his claws slide free. "Tell us what we need to know and you won't be harmed." He paused. "Where are we? Why are you here?"
The man trembled in Sharon's grasp with his eyes fixed on the shiny tips of Logan's claws. He didn't know who these people dressed in strange clothes were or what god had placed them in front of his tent. He was no threat to this group. He nodded quickly at Logan's words and when Sharon moved her hand enough to let him speak he said, "W-we are on the shores of Troy, seeking to return Helen to her rightful husband. It has been ten years we have been here. Please, I only do as my lord bids me. I have no quarrel with you."
“And we don’t have a quarrel with you,” Meggan quickly assured him, just in case it kept him from raising the alarm by screaming loudly. And once she thought about it, Meggan was only distantly surprised that this poor guy spoke their language. Otherwise, they would really be in a bind just from trying to communicate with him. Troy. This was supposed to be Troy? “Oh, I remember that story!” Maybe not every little detail of the saga, but that was a big one. It was Paris that was the one trying to get Helen back, wasn't it?
"We want only information", Kurt assured him. "And none that will bring harm to your cause. You have been camped here for ten years?"
"Yes. Yes." The soldier sputtered out. "We are heading for victory!"
"Meaning some kind of plan." Sharon growled a bit, perfectly happy to join the bad cop act. "What are you guys up to?"
The soldier seemed hesitant for a second before Clea stepped in, "Honestly, has no one read The Iliad?" Clea looked around at each of her teammates. "This is the final night of the siege of Troy. Remember the Trojan Horse?"
Ty managed to keep a straight face. "I don't see what safe sex has to do with our current predicament."
Clea just looked at Ty with a raised eyebrow, "Boy you need to read more."
“It’s a much older story than that,” Meggan managed, laughing before she could stop herself. She had seen those commercials a couple of times. “I read it for school; I remember the way they snuck themselves in.” In light of Ty’s reference, that sounded a little bit awful. It couldn’t be helped, under the circumstances.
Kurt glanced around. "And yet... does anyone see them constructing it, or a finished one?"
"Not here, but on the other side of city?" Sharon remarked. "How are you planning to enter the city?" She gave the soldier she was still holding a rough shake.
The soldier stuttered again, "Th-there are preparations going on but I don't know the details. I'm a low ranking soldier simply tasked with following orders."
"Well, we have some answers," Logan said. "We should help speed things along best we can and then see what happens."
“So...we just need to find it out there, once we look like all the other people out here,” Meggan noted.
Kurt looked wryly down at himself. "I do not think any clothes will help me very much with that."
"Just tell them you're Caledonian, I'll be Nubian," Ty suggested. "Mythology is fact here. Just give them what they consider a reasonable explanation."
"I suppose that could work", he allowed. "If they have never heard of either place, all the better."
“Or if they haven’t heard of the god whichever of you pretend to be, it would be even better for us. If we keep going the mythology way,” Meggan pointed out.
"Probably best to keep that to a minimum as much as possible. Looks like most everyone's sleepin' or on lookout duty," Logan said. "Should be easy enough to avoid most folks while we're here."
"Otherwise, blending in a little more would help." Sharon examined the group standing around her briefly.
