caudacious: driving along like the swing king (just cruising)
[personal profile] caudacious
Leaving this place wasn't going to work, Hermes could already tell. He was attuned to travel, to roads and to boundaries, to liminal spaces, and every bit of that was telling him this place was a loop.

So he didn't even really bother checking to see if he was right. He didn't have to check to see if any of the other gods were here, either; as official messenger, he could locate them pretty easily, and from here? It felt like they were nowhere.

...Which was just creepy, really. Creepier than his own currently implike form, even though he was a little unsettled by the fact that he couldn't just change himself back to normal.

But all that, like being stuck here or missing his sandals, too, it was all something he could take time to deal with. He could be patient, and he had the time to be; immortality had a lot of perks. So he set to exploring the island and the castle grounds, or started to, at least. If he ran into someone by the lake, or in the courtyard, or the halls, or in one of the castle's odd rooms through the many random doors (it wouldn't take him long to notice that he wasn't exactly able to nail the geography of this pad down)... or anywhere else, it might answer a few more of his questions if he stopped to chat.

Besides, feeling so alone here was just nutty, and not in a great way.

[OOC: For the Halloween event, Hermes is in his imp form, complete with sharper glasses. He still has his toga and his caduceus, but is currently missing his winged sandals and hat. EVERYONE COME BOTHER HIM, HE IS FRIENDLY AND ALSO EVERYWHERE.]
bokor: facilier looking disdainfully at a coin (to the gunmen who guard)
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The tall thin man was standing more or less near one gathering of gravestones in the evening dusk. Most people would be avoiding a place like this, and truthfully so should Facilier have been, if defiance hadn't temporarily overridden his common sense. He reasoned that the place wasn't so frightening even to a man who'd so mightily pissed off the spirits and so deeply overdrawn his finances that they'd dragged him off when he'd made the mistake of blurting that he couldn't pay them.

Maybe this was payment, or punishment, or maybe it was a third thing altogether, but Facilier knew second chance when he saw it and he knew landing on his feet when he had to. He could flourish in the sidewalk cracks like a weed, or he could... spend his time outside the castle assessing it nervously from a graveyard in which he paradoxically just felt more comfortable. That was right. Plenty of room around here to see anyone coming, plenty of space to escape if he felt uneasy, and no bokor had anything to fear from the dead that they didn't owe.

When he'd calmed his racing heart enough to actually pretend to be casual, he decided to make his way closer to the castle proper. Maybe there'd be a newspaper. Creepy Gothic Herald, with a date, which was about all he was interested in. He bothered with nothing like brochures, and this was far from New Orleans, but the same rules applied. Talk to people. Get friendly, pick up whatever unbiased, usable information presented itself and pick up the biased stuff too, but it might be harder to sift through that here.

He'd have to hope folks here were friendly enough to avail himself of their hospitality, a fish completely out of water as he reluctantly left even the shadow of familiarity with the graveyard and went people hunting.

And what that meant was lurking in shadowy halls, shuffling his tarot deck and keeping a look out for people who looked like suckers. Or at the very least like they wouldn't just attack him.

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