[center][h1][color=0054a6]Liz Burton[/color][/h1][/center]


Apparently everyone was a nutcase in this place. Looking around as conversation continued she [i]did[/i] notice that there were some ... strange things around. There was a friggin' lava wall. Her best friend who disappeared into the woods still had goat legs, the architecture of the buildings was outrageous, and there was the case of this Argus-dude. He had more eyes than this day had surprises. Which was saying something.

The guy, what was his name again, did some kind of a trick and it was cool Liz guessed, but it only made her even more convinced that this shit was weird. She felt like the main character in a book she'd once read who looked into a mirror and found herself surrounded by fucking talking centaurs. Weird shit. Or like fucking Narnia. That one cute little guy had had goat legs too, and she promptly remembered their name. Satyrs. Her best friend had been a satyr. Damn.

As their improvised camp guide continued they passed the Big House with Mr. D. again, and at this point Liz couldn't help but giggle, untill she realised she'd understood the man. That was creepy. As if someone put her under a spell that made her understand foreign languages she had understood what the man had blurted out in what sounded like gibberish. The idea that all of this was an illusion became weaker and weaker and she was exhausted. As the tour continued passing by the Gods' houses she frowned at Hermes' cabin. That place looked too inviting. It looked welcoming. She didn't like that. If everything was going to be all magic-ey she had expected to sleep in a cave with a creepy green campfire or something. This seemed far too normal. Safe for the ancient weapons everywhere, but she didn't mind those. Her friend Jason'd had some cool swords hanging on the walls in his gaming room too. Liz suspected these were not for show however.

Then the guy mentioned food. Food. food. Food. It echoed through her head. In an instant he had her full attention and she was standing next to him. The day-long drive meant they'd survived on mentos and a single microwave burrito. Not quite enough for Liz Burton.


[color=0054a6]"So what do you guys serve here? Severed cyclope heads? Giant flying cow haunches?"[/color] She asked semi-sarcastically, too eager for the food and too tired to really put sting in her words.