Temple of Ariadne, Atlantis, Monday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

With such an interesting location just off the shores of Fandom, Emma and Jack had decided it required exploring. For Jack, student of Sebastien, it was a chance at cultural anthropolgy that even his vampire had not been old enough to see. For Emma, well, it was utterly fascinating, and she had discovered that the roasted snake on a stick was delicious and nothing at all like chicken. Besides, there was shopping.

And as with most things with Miss Frost, her impulses came down to 'food' and 'shiny.' And 'mine.'

Between Jack's Greek and Latin and Emma's telepathy and skill at charades, they'd managed to get the locals to suggest some other diversions, and so they'd ended up at the Temple of Ariadne. Fortune-teller, oracle, or madwoman, the citizens had differing opinions, but it had been heartily recommended and they thought it sounded like fun.

[OOC: for the other adventurer, WHO I MODDED.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"And a taste of local culture," Jack said firmly. (He wasn't worrying about wolves. That would be silly. Right.) "Shall we get some dinner before I deliver you to your glamorous cabin?"

[icecoldfrost]

And Emma wasn't picking at her thoughts about father-figures or castles or cards. At all.

"I'd like that," she decided, trying to banish the last wisps of prophecy by smiling at him. "Did you have something in mind?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack grinned back, setting aside any thoughts of claws in the darkness. "Oh, whatever strikes your fancy," he said airily. "Not snake meat, though, I';ve decided that much."

[icecoldfrost]

"But I hear it tastes like chicken!" she confided with a low laugh, eyes sparkling wickedly. "Perhaps we can find someone who is baking up fresh fish instead, or some salads."