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[lefthandedgenius]

Who: Lydia, Gale, and whoever wants to come a-callin'!
What: Lydia and Gale have to work in the stables for a week.
When: 2/9 - 2/15
Where: The Stables
Why: Because they broke curfew, that's why.

It's only a few hours of the day, but they're long enough for Lydia to generally feel tired and gross afterward. She does her best, and she does it without complaint, but after a while she does start to get weary of her hair smelling like pegasus dung from muckign out stables and her shoulder arching from holding grain bags and hauling hay and water.

She's happiest and makes the best of it when she's grooming the pegasi, spending time talking to them or humming a tune under her breath as she runs the brush and comb over their hides and gently preens and inspects wings for broken feathers.

Closed Doors [Open in spite of Thread Name]

[notworthless]

Who: Callie, People who might find her.
What: Third Cohort's resident angry teen is being even less social.
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Amphitheater
Why: She takes (perceived) rejection very well.

Callie, if you can believe it, has been even less social now that she's been demoted. Any direct conversations she did her best to end quickly, she was... polite, but it was clearly forced. She'd also started varying her locations to hide out from other people. Part of it was the thought of getting out of here kept gnawing at the back of her mind, part of it was just avoiding the choice. The choice she didn't want to face.

Right now she was doing a paper map from her camera, marking out the places she's been. Something to keep her mind off things, she needed to do it anyway. A 'coverage map' she could show Dean would help them work out whatever favor she owes him, even if it isn't getting his car. But if they find a way around the magics of Trivia's children, she wanted to be ready. It hurt to even consider being trapped here by an 'ally.' When they were trapped due to the siege, that was one thing. But the Greeks who made it clear how much they owed for such hospitality now had this as a prison. How would they find the Red Room without sending out parties, how would they hunt down any information from within a barrier so tight it was meant to contain all manner of transit?

And with the walls tightening, all she really wanted was to find a space to be in peace, which was becoming more complicated with so many people and so few places to go. At least, for the moment, nobody seemed to keen on a talent show, or singing, so the theater seemed more than empty. And anyone who sought her out would look in the woods, Nike's cabin, or behind Cabin two.

She should be safe here for a little while, for whatever passed as safe anymore...