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<b>Pandora</b><br/>​</div>Pandora had gone to Olympus to play some light pranks on the other gods and goddess, but nothing she could come up with ever top the destruction she watched from the bottom of the stairs that led to the mountain palace. In an instant, the ground had shattered and the homestead of her aunts and uncles and cousins was crumbling in on itself. Then, there was a white flash that stripped Pandora's vision from her, and when her eyes returned from their sightless world, she was somewhere else entirely.<br/><br/>At least she wasn't alone. That much, Pandora knew, would be a cancer to her mental state that she wouldn't be able to handle with all the other confusions at the current moment. The other people around her, she could sense their godly nature, innately recognizing them despite only having seen a few of their human forms. She herself had also adapted her mortal disguise, her short dirty blonde hair having grown out in an instant and turning a beautiful shade of auburn. Pandora shivered slightly, and felt the warmth inside her vanish, a frigid feeling that was far different from just the thin blue blouse and short pink skirt she now wore.<br/><br/>Pandora began to sort through the fragments of the conversations around her. Lady Hecate had sealed away their powers with some sort of spell, and Olympus had indeed been attacked. Lady Athena had been killed, and many of the major gods were missing despite the large group before her. Pandora wanted to speak up, to ask so many of the questions circling in her mind... But as much as she loved attention, such a serious issue as this was no place for her to allow words through her lips.<br/><br/>Just as she was finally beginning to process everything, Pandora heard panic from the crowd and focused her mind on reality again. A human... No, those weren't human movements as she knew them, and she frequented the mortal realm often enough to understand humans quite well. Humans weren't normally foaming from the mouth, nor were they such a perfect, almost pitiful mix of agility and clumsiness at the same moment. The crowd of deities-turned-mortals began to shuffle along, and Pandora followed them without a second thought. The group arrived at a hotel without any casualties, or at least any she was aware of, and Pandora immediately made for the reception counter.<br/><br/>She was thankful for the many trips she had taken to the mortal realm, guiding herself through memories of the hotels she had been at before. There was usually people here to create access cards for each room, but of course the computers were useless for that now. The maiden continued her search of the desk, locating a set of keys at long last. Whether they'd be able to grant her access to a proper bed, she didn't know; Pandora simply didn't want to risk sleeping around everyone else in case the worst case scenario happened. She went up another floor from the rest of the group, locating a door with a physical keyhole and testing each key in order until the portal unlocked and granted her passage.<br/><br/>A storage cupboard. Not the worst, but certainly no proper bed. Thankfully there was a shelf full of folded linens at the back of the room, and Pandora hastened to make herself a cushioned nest on the floor before finally closing and locking the door, sealing herself off from the outside world.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>------------</b>​</div><br/>When morning came, Pandora was one of the first to awaken even despite the persistent darkness of the closet. She blinked away the fatigue of the previous day, and the memory of what had happened hit her like a sack of bricks to the gut.<br/><br/>She was powerless.<br/><br/>Some sort of evil had forced the gods and goddesses from Olympus.<br/><br/>Athena was already dead.<br/><br/>They were trapped in the mortal realm.<br/><br/>The humans she had spent so many years studying and befriending were now horrible monsters.<br/><br/>Pandora unlocked the door and breached it with her shoulder, seeking out the cold tiles of a restroom and retching into the first stall she found. When her stomach was fully emptied, not that there was much in it besides acid, she cleaned her face and took care of morning preparations; at least enough to make herself presentable to the other deities. When she left the restroom, it was with a twisted smile; her base emotions instinctually repressed and replaced with the sociopathic nature modern myths had given her, the bringer of curses and plagues and all of humanities woes.<br/><br/>The brunette then made her way to the kitchen of the hotel, and set about searching for weapons. To hell with the others; they were powerless too. And Pandora's first concern was her own protection. She was a beauty crafted by Mother Gaia and enhanced by Lady Aphrodite. Her mind cultivated by Lady Athena and Lord Apollo. What if the same restful night she had experienced had turned the others into beasts instead? It was as Pandora doubled down on her chaotic questioning that she located a pair of especially sharp knives, testing the blades on the outside of her left thigh and finding herself satisfied with the pair of small incisions as the skin changed from soft alabaster to angry crimson.<br/><br/>It wasn't much harder to locate some medical supplies, and Pandora understood enough of basic first aid to properly wrap the gauze around her wounds.<br/><br/>Now she was prepared, at least physically, and the maiden exited the kitchen to return to the lobby everyone else was using, carefully watching and waiting to see who would take charge; and more importantly, who would try to talk to her.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>LOCATION: VALENCIA | INTERACTIONS: N/A</b>​</div>