John is grateful for it. He'd probably talk a little about it if pushed to, but the act of talking casually about his father is somewhere just below an unplanned and unmedicated root canal in the listing of things he doesn't want to experience. Besides, they've got snacks and nonsense to deal with, and plenty of both. And that's far more interesting right now.
Also interesting is the talk about exposing people, which makes John struggle against snickering. His maturity is fading fast, even if he was the one who first brought it up. Thinking about just how stupid some of the people here are helps bring the mood down just enough to take things seriously. "Would you believe me if I told you some of the stupid twits still think this is a normal vacation? Bloody idiots! Can't imagine not being concerned about the risks here."
John turns, notices just how many snacks are on the floor, and finally stops the spell on the snack machine. And then those start going into pockets too. Only one or two pockets have any sort of enchantment on them that might keep things smooth looking, and those have been reserved for magic items. So without any real way to conceal things, he looks like a full body chipmunk within minutes. Each of the pockets are stuffed to the brim and have various junk foods sticking out of them.
And there's still more on the floor.
"I've seen that sort of thing before. More than once. The old gods are usually quick to listen when there's something to lose, or they need a person's help." He groans, he can't think about this right now. "Hell if I know. We'll figure it out. I think Odin is the key to getting out of here though. He gave me some juicy information when I made my-" He cuts himself off, and then eyes Marston. And then looks nervous. Maybe even a little embarrassed. "Do you consider us allies? Comrades against the hotel and it's grand bullshit? Because I can't just tell anyone what happened at the alter."
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Also interesting is the talk about exposing people, which makes John struggle against snickering. His maturity is fading fast, even if he was the one who first brought it up. Thinking about just how stupid some of the people here are helps bring the mood down just enough to take things seriously. "Would you believe me if I told you some of the stupid twits still think this is a normal vacation? Bloody idiots! Can't imagine not being concerned about the risks here."
John turns, notices just how many snacks are on the floor, and finally stops the spell on the snack machine. And then those start going into pockets too. Only one or two pockets have any sort of enchantment on them that might keep things smooth looking, and those have been reserved for magic items. So without any real way to conceal things, he looks like a full body chipmunk within minutes. Each of the pockets are stuffed to the brim and have various junk foods sticking out of them.
And there's still more on the floor.
"I've seen that sort of thing before. More than once. The old gods are usually quick to listen when there's something to lose, or they need a person's help." He groans, he can't think about this right now. "Hell if I know. We'll figure it out. I think Odin is the key to getting out of here though. He gave me some juicy information when I made my-" He cuts himself off, and then eyes Marston. And then looks nervous. Maybe even a little embarrassed. "Do you consider us allies? Comrades against the hotel and it's grand bullshit? Because I can't just tell anyone what happened at the alter."