<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Vera2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vera Maxwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes due to being Unclaimed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The pavilion, and then walking towards the old barn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 8:30 ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eva,Avery,  OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=126869318)<br/><br/>Ve sat at the table and began to eat the food she had grabbed. The energy at the table was weird and something just didn't feel right. Then again maybe it was because it was all new. She looked about as the others around her seemed to look away or give her some glare as if she had just smacked them or stained their space somehow, and some just looked at her as if she had grown a second head. At least that was what it seemed, like they couldn't believe she was there and speaking. It really felt like she was back in high school and she had just sat down at the wrong table. Surely the masses would turn on her like social piranha one after another taking a bite till there was nothing left.<strong>"ok...or not."</strong>Ve said shaking her head and simply beginning to eat her food.<br/><br/>Meeting new people was never easy for her and this place wasn't going to be any different. Gears and wrench sets she got, people...fuck if she knew. Part of her wanted to just get up a bolt, head to that old barn and just get lost in trying to make something out that motorcycle. But a larger part didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of running her off. So instead she opened her backpack and pulled her table out of it. It had been clearly modified and customized, a small bit of tinkering improved its performance greatly. Ve pulled a stylist out and began playing along the screen, several small diagrams came up, she selected one that had been more of a silly dream until now. After all if the gods and satyrs were real then why couldn't some of her more fanciful ideas be just as real. Nibbling on some food Ve just let those around her talk as they wanted to. Maybe things would change as she spent time at the camp, but for now she wasn't sure about it all.