<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105116.msg4591289#msg4591289">Quote from: Chrystal on 03-05-2011, 23:52:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Chloe Stanger, trying to figure out which way is up and where the hell everyone went while she was picking her books up</strong><br/><br/>Chloe sighed. "Yeah, well, I didn't actually see it. All I saw was this cloud of smoke and flames suddenly leaping out of the fume cupboard where I was trying to nitrate phenol. Seriously, I don't know why they even let me take chemistry... "<br/><br/>She stuffed the books back into her bag and managed to get in on her shoulder without anything else going wrong. "Well, my dad is pretty godlike..." She grinned. "He did a bang-up job of raising me single handed after my mum showed up, presented him with a baby and buggered.... off...? Ooookay. Now you're gonna tell me that my mum was a goddess, right? Is that what they normally do?" She shook her head.<br/><br/>Chloe was not especially religious, but her dad had raised her to know right from wrong and have a good sense of ethics and a high moral standard. "Seems a pretty nasty thing to do to someone, if you ask me..." She looked around. "Say, where's everyone going? And do I smell food?" she grinned and followed Abby.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale Norwick trying to help Chloe Stanger</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Abigale bit her lip a little as Chloe talked about it being a nasty thing to do to leave a baby with someone. She toyed with her pierced lip a bit and chuckled nervously, "You might not want to talk about the Gods like that. It makes them upset," she looked up at the sky, hoping for no lightening or anything, "To the gods, we are gifts. The product of the God or Goddess believing your mortal parent to be special. It's not like a Goddess goes around for nine months being pregnant and popping us out. They decide when they want us to be born," at least for a Goddess. Gods did tend to have less choice in impregnating a mortal woman, but they didn't just pick random women to sleep with, "They would never leave us with someone unfit to raise us," though some mortals did lose that specialness that drew the God or Goddess, "After all, you said your dad did a good job...and most of the time the god or goddess that is our parents do have a place in our lives. My father bailed me out of jail once...well, he broke me out..."<br/><br/>When asked about the others, she nodded, "It's getting close to dinner. The pavilion is this way," she lead Chloe towards the open pavilion where everyone was sitting down to eat, "We're at table eleven, same as our cabin," it was the most crowded table, "Get a plate of food and dump half of it in that fire," she pointed to where a few kids were still lingering to put food into the fire, "It's a offering to your Godly Parent. You can also pray for them to claim you, keep you safe, keep your friends safe, to watch over someone as you make the offering. And to get a drink you just pick up a goblet and tell it what you want. Nothing alcohol though. It won't summon alcohol," not that it stopped people from trying or people sneaking to the town a few miles away to buy beer and bringing it back and praying not to be eaten by a harpy.<br/><br/>To show Chloe what to do, Abigale loaded her plate up with a steak and a bunch of fruit. She walked over to the fire and tossed the steak in,<em>'Father, watch over us this summer,'</em>the smell of the smoke was nothing like burning meat,<em>'And help me with my choices...'</em>she walked back over to Chloe, "Just do that and you'll be fine," she smiled as he picked up a goblet, "Strawberry coke," the goblet started to fill up, "Cool, huh?"<br/><br/>Even though she had plenty of people to contend with, she couldn't help looking over at Vincent for a moment.