Wake Up Call

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

*stirs*

*wakes up - or rather, cycles on - in comfortable Havens cabin bed*

*hears a noise outside the window...and sees the two young women who were scoping out one's fetching impromptu skirt/sari-and-business-shirt ensemble at last night's evening meal*

*blinks*

...That just happened, right?

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[merida-dunbroch.livejournal.com]

*looking down at you from the top bunk*

I think you've got some suitors there, Ollie-lad.

*streeeeeeeetches*

And for what it's worth, I like your dress too.

*hops down and goes to find the washroom*

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

*startled out of reverie by your dress admission*

*looks down at clothes laid out on the floor: the makeshift skirt/sari - which, when you think about it, is kind of a reminder of the whole freeing-the-river thing - and the worn old denim trousers one of the acolytes kindly brought by after dinner*

*deliberates*

*puts on the dress*

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

How... how did they know your name?

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

I don't...I'm not...Sybil said they were asking about me. Last night.

...I am awake, yeah? That did just happen?

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

*shakes self out of confusion*

Suppose I should go wash up. Don't want to look like a ragamuffin for the Oracle.

*also goes to find the washroom*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*walks over from neighbouring cabin*

Oh. Hello dear boys. What was that singing I just heard? Rather pleasanter wake-up than we had; someone's pet squirrel got into our rooms and started throwing nuts at us. Though on reflection I suppose it could have been worse. Could have been a monkey.

Anyway. It seems we've received our summons. *holds up slip of parchment with elegant writing on it* We're to go see the Oracle directly after breakfast.

[just-vanessa.livejournal.com]

*has somehow acquired a fresh outfit and doesn't look the least like a recent dragonback prison escapee*
*it's a knack*

Does it say which 'we'? What I mean is, is it to be all of us who arrived yesterday, or just those of you who were here before?

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*checks the back of the parchment*

Er...well...it doesn't seem to have an addressee. It just says, 'Please come after breakfast.'

So I suppose that means everyone?

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

Why things in this realm cannot be simple and straightforward it beyond me.

Having dealt with an All-Seeing entity on an almost daily basis for much of my life, I think it is safe to assume that the Oracle does, indeed, mean all of us.

*having magicked self clean last night, struts off to find breakfast and perhaps that cute pair of palegreenpantz*