Of travel I've had my share, man.

[theincredibleherc]

Who: Hercules theincredibleherc and YOU!
What: Hercules arrives
Where: All Over Philly
When: During the Philly camp period.
Warnings/Notes: Possible language, not anticipating anything too serious.



Falling for what seemed like hours and hours is an unfortunate thing, but it's a damn sight better than being stuck in a completely empty mockery of a reality that Hera had created. And hearing voices in his head whispering about saving some place he'd never heard of? That's damn weird, but par for the course when dealing with faeries, just like waking up in a place you definitely didn't fall asleep. Never one to concern himself with the finer details of a request for help...and because anything was better than being stuck in an empty universe...he mentally made up his mind to actually take this at face value. A request for help and a mysterious tugging in some unknown direction was enough to get him up and moving.

And so that is how the Lion of Olympus arrived in the ruins of Philadelphia. Striding out of the forest and into the ruined city, his mace casually carried over one shoulder, Herc noted the signs. Stuffing a hand into his belt pouch, he pulled out his Starkphone and checked for signal, just to be sure. Finding none, he shrugged and casually flicked over to a music all, beginning to blare Guns and Roses. The noise, he figured, could be a beacon to anyone around...or to any enemies that might be lurking nearby. Either was better than being alone.

The longer he went without sight or sound of anyone, the more noise he decided to make. That mostly entailed singing along with whatever song came up on his playlist, a range of classic rock and hair metal that Amadeus had left on there. And a few odd choices that he figured were gags left by Hank.



Eventually he'll find his way to The Philadelphia Free Library, figuring that maybe he could find an old newspaper or something inside. Pushing his way through the door, he stepped inside and called out, just to be sure.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

Comments

[awfulcer]

"Common knowledge ain't that common, my momma says." That's not exactly the phrase, but close enough. Dixon doesn't want to dig his heels in about Greek history; his knowledge of it is incredibly limited. They spent a lot more time on the Bible where he went to school.

"Maybe thirty-something. Folks keep popping in and out. Hang on, I got a list." He goes digging through the handbag he's carrying around and pulls out a comic book. On the inside cover, between the margins and the blurb catching the reader up on what happened in previous issues, Dixon's been keeping a running list of everyone in camp. Most of them have (misspelled) names, some have just vague descriptions, and most have a series of check marks beside them. Each night, when Dixon meanders around the camp, he makes a note of who's still around and who's been sucked up into the mirror network. He pulls out a pen and writes Hercules' name in, under "U-Haul" and "Kevin the Vampire".

"Might want to check it over, see if you know anyone."

[theincredibleherc]

Herc won't fuss to much either, but he will reach out to take the list, giving it a quick once over. None of the names immediately pop out at him, at least...though one sort of tickles a memory. Robbie.

"Not offhand, unfortunately. That doesn't mean we haven't met though, it just means I may know them under a code name."

[awfulcer]

Dixon makes a kind of "well fuck" expression with his face. Somehow, it hasn't even occurred to him that people might be here under code name. Even though some of them are superhero. Even though one of them introduced himself as Impulse. He grimaces and takes the comic book back.

"Some of the people here know each other. Mostly the young folks, I don't know that anyone over the age of twenty-five knows each other." He takes a drag. "But the rest of us are all strangers, grabbed up by someone with real bad decision-making skills or real bad aim."

[theincredibleherc]

"Entirely possible. But if there is no pattern, then I'll expect to know nobody."

Like on the Argo. He managed that well enough. Even if he did end up running off on his own and being left behind.

"What is it you do, in your world?"

[awfulcer]

He wasn't expecting that question, and it hits like a punch to the gut.

"Currently unemployed." He tries to wave it off, but he's always been terrible at hiding his emotions, and there's a certain teariness that washes over him. "Don't matter here anyway. Not like we're going to get back in time to put in notice."

He takes another drag off his cigarette; it takes consideration to keep his hand from shaking.

[theincredibleherc]

"Fair enough."

Hercules is not someone with much guile, but he can tell it's a sore subject and he's definitely not interested in pressing. He's not that kind of person.

"Can you describe what attacked you, so I'll have a better idea of what to watch for?"

[awfulcer]

"Which time?" Dixon snorts.

"First time was these monsters that looked like pizza cutters, and a bunch of fairies. Literal fairies. Tiny ones." He makes a gesture with his hand like he's holding a baseball between his fingers. He'd pitched one against a wall; it had splattered like an egg all over the place. Gross as hell.

"Then back on the hill it was witches and Grim Reaper-looking guys and shadowy guys in armor. I figure whoever's in charge here is going to keep us guessing." He gestures with the tip of his cigarette at Hercules' physique. "You'll be fine. You just got to watch out for how sucky at this the rest of us are."

[theincredibleherc]

Fairies he is familiar with. Witches too. But Reaper cosplayers? That's not good. It's unfortunate that he wasn't there to see, given that he is familiar with Tolkien. It was hard not to be, given the influence it had on modern culture.

"Then, I shall endeavor to protect those that can't do it themselves," he finally says before taking a step up the stairs. "I perhaps should go introduce myself. Thank you for guiding me, Dixon."

[awfulcer]

"You're welcome." He's going to stay out here and keep working on that cigarette, getting as much as he possibly can out of it. He used to be the kind of person who'd take four puffs and then chuck it. Going without on this journey has whipped that out of him right quick.

"See you around." He gives Hercules a little wave and lets him go.