Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Bathroom Building|Tags: Aggy, Juliet|

"The cleaning harpies should take care of that, if you plan on returning it," Mirabelle mentioned offhandedly. "Though you might need it later for Capture the Flag." They were quickly nearing the bathroom building; making fast time. The Aphrodite counselor was walking at a rather brisk pace, after all. The realisation struck her that she should probably explain the whole 'cleaning harpies' thing, especially before nightfall. "The cleaning harpies are basically our janitorial staff," she added. "Be careful around them, though, especially at night - if they catch you sneaking out of your cabin when you're supposed to be sleeping, they'll try to eat you." By this time, they had reached the bathroom building. Mirabelle was about to open the door when Juliet swiftly intercepted, holding open the door with a wide smirk.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Bathroom Building|Tags: Aggy, Mirabelle|

As Juliet's eyes alighted on the bathroom building, her mind spun with possibilities. Bang snaps on the toilet seats, clear nail polish on every bar of soap... The pranking options were nearly endless. Though she was ignoring the conversation at hand, she noticed Mirabelle going for the door, and quickly slid between her and it so she could be the one to hold it open. She knew it would irritate the taller blonde, and that was something she always looked forward to. The look Mirabelle gave her as she passed, however, was not one of irritation. Hurt glimmered in her blue-grey eyes.
Is she still mad about the dirty trick I pulled earlier? Juliet wondered. She knew Mira did hold some grudges, but that seemed a little ridiculous even for her. Whatever. Once both the other girls were inside, the daughter of Hermes made a beeline for a shower stall. She threw her bag of armour haphazardly to the ground, eager to get this over with so she could head to the dining pavilion. If her estimate of time was correct, lunch should be happening soon.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking through Camp|Tags: Skylar|

"Uh, like, maybe Juliet?" Chuck suggested, tugging on his goatee as he thought. "She's like, always ready to show off. No idea where she is, though. I think I, like, saw her getting breakfast this morning, but I haven't seen her since, you know?" He shifted on his hooves, considering where the rascally girl could be. "Chances are, she's like, totally getting into trouble somewhere," the satyr mused. "She like, usually does something big for all the summer campers. Prank-wise." He shook his head disapprovingly. "Unless she's like, busy or something. If she got distracted, there's no telling where she'd be, you know?" Chuck tapped his finger against his chin, glancing up at the sun. It was already high in the sky - it was later in the day than he thought. "Like, lunch should be soon, though, and she never misses that," he supplied. "At lunch, you can like, find her over at the Hermes table - but like, there are a lot of Hermes dudes, usually." Chuck was completely oblivious to the fact that he was rambling as he thought aloud. "You could like, always ask the other counselors too, you know?" he added, almost as an afterthought.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Showers---> outside Hermes cabin|tags: Mirabelle, Juliet, open

"Ah," Aggy said, as if cleaning harpies were a normal phenomenon. She decided to hold onto the armour, for now, and dipped through the door before picking out a shower stall.
Closing the curtain and plopping the weapons down, she set to work. Although she loved the vigor of a fight, the fiery redhead couldn't stand the grim that came after it.
She also used the shower to rinse her blade and armour, figuring that the drains wouldn't know the difference between blood from humans, and blood from weapons.
...
Once she had finished cleaning up, Aggy dried off and frowned at her icky clothes. I guess that's why they have gym bags, she grimaced, pulling the clothes back over her skin before leaving the stall. As she had been in here for a while, Mirabelle and Juliet weren't outside to greet her. She shoved her cutlass back into her pocket and lugged the armour back to her cabin. Finally prepared for the airhorn blast when she entered.
I'll need oil if I don't want that leather to crack. She thought, then wrinkled her brow, trying to determine how, she knew that. Ah well, she could find that later. For now, it was time to change! She pulled a pair of jeans from bag, along with an old t-shirt and pulled them on, also grabbing a polartech jacket. Her mom really had packed for everything, but with the weather changing, Aggy was glad for it.
She frowned and pulled the air horn out from behind the door before walking out, not wanting to be blasted with the noise again, before leaving to explore.

Ophelia Rogers|Female|Aphrodite|Location: Pegasus Stables |tags: Poppy (mentioned)

Ophelia slipped out the pink door, then made her way briskly through the cabins. She noticed several new campers as she walked, knowing her siblings would still be salty about the morning's unwanted wake-up call.
She frowned, noticing that most new campers were here already. Oh well, I'll just visit some friends instead.. She inched back into her cabin, and sat down at a make up bench to remove her third eye. Won't need that where I'm going. She ripped it off quickly, eager to be anywhere but here. But she had to do this, the pegasi spooked easy enough as it was.
After dabbing a little foundation on to match the rest of her face, Ophelia paused to inspect her work.
See you look fierce as ever! She relaxed a bit, then switched out crocs for riding boots, before she was almost on her way. As she made her way back out, she saw her hoodie on her bed, and, without thinking, grabbed it. It's gotten a touch chillier than this morning. Slipping it over her head, she sighed contentedly as she felt it's battered contours, somehow more confident in the ratty, chaotic hoodie than she'd felt in her glimmering tank top.
She ducked out the door, and took took off into a light jog toward the stables, not caring how she looked as she dodged past campers milling about to get there.
Her joy faded when she reached the stables and heard someone inside. She slowed down, and inched in, ready to flee if it was someone she didn't have the energy for.
Glancing around a corner, a faint smile crossed her lips when she saw a rainbow painted braid. She stepped fully into view.
"Want some help?" She asked softly, hoping not to startle Poppy.

Henry "Hank" Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Near Strawberry fields |tags: Kenna (mentioned)

Hank sighed contentedly, enjoying his father's sun on his skin as he strode toward the decadant fields. Izzy was only too happy to pad alongside, snapping at a passing insect that came in range of her head. He pulled out his hunting knife and idly played with it as he walked. The sharp blade occasionally grazed his skin, but he hardly noticed as it was quick to repair itself.
He hummed as he walked, lost in thought as he passed the cabins. Memories that don't end in blood...good memories, you can do this! He wrinkled his brow in concentration, trying to drag himself out of the haze of things he tried not to remember.
Ah, here's one! Hank recalled, trying to smile along to the time he'd found Izzy a sunlit patch in the woods, as if he wasn't severely preoccupied.
So preoccupied, that he didn't notice the brunette reading beneath a willow, and Izzy had was busy with a bug, unconcerned by the (relatively) non-magic girl.

*grammer/Aggy needed to change.*

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House|Tags: Ben|

Mirabelle spent a while in the shower, savouring the warm water and relaxing experience. When she'd finished, she simply cleaned her former outfit using her abilities, and mended the damage done during the sparring match. She grabbed her purse and started re-applying her makeup, checking once more to see if the permanent makeup she'd used to cover her scar was still holding up. Thankfully, it was.
Mirabelle spent about half an hour blow-drying her hair and doing her makeup, sticking with the more natural look she'd chosen earlier that day. When she'd finished, she emerged into the frigid air of the outside world. Wait... frigid? Hadn't it been moderately warm not long ago? The horn for lunch sounded, but all she could think about was changing into some warmer clothes.
Shaking her head, the daughter of Aphrodite walked back to her cabin to do just that. Once inside, she slipped into a fitted knit sweater. The material was a pale pink cashmere patterned with cream-coloured hearts of varying sizes. The plush fabric was a welcome change from the cold air outside. A strange sense of foreboding washed over Mirabelle, but she wasn't sure why. Nonetheless, she pulled on a pair of fleece-lined skinny jeans, and pulled on the ankle boots she'd worn earlier. Some of her cabinmates were milling about inside, so she organised them into a group and started leading them to the dining pavilion, as was her duty. She paused, however, when something cold landed on her nose. Glancing up at the now cloud-filled sky, she realised with amazement that it had begun to snow. As if that realisation had sparked a reaction, the air around her suddenly felt much colder. Suddenly chilled, she was just about to resume walking at a brisker pace when Dionysus suddenly materialised in front of her.
"Head Counselors. Ping pong table. NOW."
"But I have to -" Mirabelle started to protest, but was cut off by Mr. D's grating voice.
"I DON'T CARE. Emergency council meeting. IMMEDIATELY. That means no dawdling." Mr. D disappeared in a puff of grape-scented air, presumably to go get all of the other Head Counselors.
Missing lunch wasn't really a big deal in Mirabelle's mind, but some of her cabinmates had started to complain loudly about the cold temperatures. She reassured them as best she could, instructing them to go to the dining pavilion before turning and making her way to the Big House.
When she arrived, she could make out a familiar figure standing on the porch. "Hi Ben!" she called out to him, greeting the son of Hephaestus with a small smile. Despite her cheery exterior, her mind spun with worry. Snow!? In the middle of June!? she could scarcely believe it. Either this was a major fluke of nature... or something more sinister was involved.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aggy, Mirabelle --> Open |

Juliet showered briskly, eager to get it over with. Sparring had certainly worked up an appetite, and she was really looking forward to lunch. Without a second thought, the daughter of Hermes slipped back into her sweaty clothes from earlier and stepped outside. The temperature had gotten oddly colder, she realised. Huh. That's weird. Shrugging it off, she jogged back to her cabin to change into something warmer. She passed Aggy on her way in, giving the younger girl a quick wave as she walked through the door. Rifling through her belongings, Juliet pulled out a baggy black t-shirt with a full moon on the front, the text 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' superimposed upon it in a creepy font. She grabbed a pair of old beat-up jeans and changed out of her dirty clothes. She laced up her combat boots and threw her army jacket on before heading back outside, hoping to get to the dining pavilion before the rest of her siblings. The Hermes table could get rather crowded during meals, to say the least. A horn sounded in the location of her destination, signaling the start of lunch. The temperature was dropping steadily, Juliet realised as she practically raced to the pavilion. The once-sunny sky had clouded over. This didn't feel like summer weather... More like late autumn or early spring. And it was only getting colder. Shivering slightly, the wiry girl entered the dining pavilion and started loading food onto her plate.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking through Camp|Tags: Skylar|

"Uh, like, maybe Juliet?" Chuck suggested, tugging on his goatee as he thought. "She's like, always ready to show off. No idea where she is, though. I think I, like, saw her getting breakfast this morning, but I haven't seen her since, you know?" He shifted on his hooves, considering where the rascally girl could be. "Chances are, she's like, totally getting into trouble somewhere," the satyr mused. "She like, usually does something big for all the summer campers. Prank-wise." He shook his head disapprovingly. "Unless she's like, busy or something. If she got distracted, there's no telling where she'd be, you know?" Chuck tapped his finger against his chin, glancing up at the sun. It was already high in the sky - it was later in the day than he thought. "Like, lunch should be soon, though, and she never misses that," he supplied. "At lunch, you can like, find her over at the Hermes table - but like, there are a lot of Hermes dudes, usually." Chuck was completely oblivious to the fact that he was rambling as he thought aloud. "You could like, always ask the other counselors too, you know?" he added, almost as an afterthought.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Clearing --> Big House, Tags: Chuck ---> Mira, Ben

Skylar nodded, too excited to really answer. "Yeah, I should ask the other counselors. But we don't have any meetings for the next couple of days. I could always spread the word a different way, hmm I don't know." All of a sudden, it started to get very cold. Snowflakes could be seen on the edge of the forest. The horn for lunch sounded, but Skylar didn't care. There was some VERY advanced magic going on here. And she wanted to know, since it wasn't her, who it was. As she was thinking, suddenly Mr. D materialized right in front of them! Skylar wasn't surprised and didn't jump, she was very used to this. But she still wondered what was going on, since it obviously didn't happen on purpose by someone in charge.

"Head Counselors. Emergency meeting. No questions right now. JUST GO." Then he was gone.

In surprise, she turned to Chuck. "I have to go!" She started to head towards the Big House. She turned back and yelled back at him, after a few steps. "See you later Chuck! Make sure to tell everyone about the power show!" Then she ran all the way to the Big House. There were several counselors in there, including Mira, the counselor of Aphrodite, whom Skylar knew well.

"Hey guys. Is this about the cold? I promise it wasn't me. That is some VERY advanced magic out there especially since the border protects the weather to make it always sunny." Her eyes lit up as she talked about the magic. "Only a few people in this camp could do that kind of thing, I'm probably the only camper here who could. Like I said I promise it wasn't me. And obviously Mr. D didn't. And we have no Boreas or other snow demigod campers at the moment..." She trailed off, thinking about past snow demigods. But that wasn't possible. AT ALL. "So yeah, I don't know."

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House|Tags: Ben, Skylar|

"Hey Sky!' Mirabelle greeted Skylar cheerfully, though her gaze was clouded with worry. She hesitated momentarily before speaking once more. "The weather in camp is usually controlled by the gods, save for a few demigod power outbursts every now and then..." she sounded more as if she were simply thinking aloud that actually talking to anyone. "For it to be snowing in camp borders, and in the middle of June no less... something must be very wrong." Only yesterday, it had been pleasantly warm and sunny - and Mirabelle should remember that; it had been her birthday, after all. Not that she'd made a big deal of it - if anything, it was just a solemn reminder of happy memories, now tinged with the melancholy of nostalgia. She hadn't really told any of her friends, though Chiron had known, of course. The centaur had even found the time to produce a small cupcake with a candle sticking out of it. She'd been grateful for his attempt at providing a little comfort, yet her mind had been stuck in the past for most of the day.
A cold breeze cut through her cashmere sweater, jolting her back to the present. She glanced between Ben and Skylar before addressing them once more. "We should get inside," the daughter of Aphrodite suggested. "It's getting colder by the minute."


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open |

Juliet slid into a spot at the Hermes table, thankful she'd gotten to the pavilion early. Her other cabinmates had descended upon the buffet like a group of wild animals, swarming over the food with eagerness. She stuffed a forkful of barbecue into her mouth, barely even checking to see what it was. Though she would've normally been more invested in her lunch, the dirty blonde was much more concerned with the falling temperatures. She rubbed her hands together for warmth as she noticed that her breath had begun to fog.
"Boy, I could sure go for some hot chocolate right about now." On cue, the empty cup in front of her filled with the warm brown liquid. Juliet smiled, taking the cup and holding it in her frigid hands. "Man, I love it here."
Juliet didn't even notice the snow until a few of her cabinmates pointed it out with confused looks. "What the-!?" The daughter of Hermes nearly spit out her hot chocolate. "Cold weather is one thing, but now this? Gimme a break!"


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking to Dining Pavilion|Tags: Skylar --> Open|

"Like, see ya!" Chuck waved as Skylar took off. He mumbled to himself as he walked to the dining pavilion, growing more and more confused by the weather as he thought about it. He rubbed his arms to warm them up - his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt wasn't providing much warmth in the cold temperatures. It was times like these that the satyr was thankful for his furry hindquarters. Nothing to warm up your legs like naturally grown fur!

[sunhorsestar]

OOC: Hey all! Can I get requotes for Hunter and Kade?

[WitchHazel]

((Here you go! I took the liberty of finding them for you, if that's alright - I had a little time on my hands lol))

━ pippa diggery • aphrodite • tags: chuck, kade

Pippa offered Chuck a lazy wave of her hand as he headed off, a bit too fatigued to bring up the fact that he'd offered to help her out. There was no need right now, anyway. He seemed a bit busy, and it wasn't like they had all left Pippa to her own devices. After Chuck's warning, Pippa had a bit of a feeling that that wouldn't be the case, especially since she had commented on it, therefore bringing it to their attention. The amount of energy that had whirled around Pippa really did knock her out to some degree. She really was beginning to feel quite tired, although she was sure that was just a reaction due to the overwhelming sensations that had surpassed her original excitement.

Shoving one bag's straps up and onto her shoulder, Pippa watched Kade until he turned to head in a new direction. She followed behind slowly, allowing her gaze to snap between the path she was heading down and the scenery around her. The trees appeared ancient, yet never looked more alive. The grass was so green that Pippa was almost tempted to brush the tips of her fingers against it to make sure it was indeed real. Occasionally, a chilled breeze would sweep past her figure, and she was beginning to become quite thankful for the cardigan she'd decided to throw on upon her arrival.

Her eyes returned to Kade. He wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary, and she was beginning to suspect camp uniforms weren't a thing. She'd once gone to a summer camp and the outfits they had to wear were absolutely atrocious, so she could deal with picking out her own clothes every day. Did they have any merch? Probably not, if they wanted to keep the camp quiet. Once again, though, that didn't bother Pippa in the slightest. She didn't want to be forced to wear gross, over-used clothing. She was quite happy with her own things.

A sweet smell filled her nostrils as they carried onward, and her eyes lit up in delight at the sight of the fields off into the distance. Strawberries, if she was correct. She used to go strawberry picking with her dad as a younger girl, so the sight of them felt rather comforting to her. A smile lingered on her face as she carried on behind Kade, unsure of where exactly he was leading her to. As far as she could tell, it seemed as though the campground was never-ending.

━ samuel malfrid • nemesis • tags: hunter

Goodness, this was beginning to feel rather dreadful, wasn't it? Samuel wasn't exactly sure if Hunter had approached him because he had something he wanted to say, but the way he awkwardly stared in silence was beginning to make Samuel himself feel uncomfortable. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't he who approached the guy, after all. If Hunter had wanted to stir up a casual conversation, Sam didn't really believe he was doing the greatest job either, considering the fact that he was giving pretty short responses, and nothing to return to Sam.

"Ah," he responded simply with a raise of his brows in acknowledgment of Hunter's words. He drummed his fingers against the thick bark, tilting his head back with a casual hum as he settled more comfortably against the tree. Deciding it was best to wait for Hunter to get to the point of things, for nobody approached another human-being without having a reason behind it, Samuel simply settled for silence, allowing his gaze to rake across the tops of the trees and to the welcoming blue sky. Anywhere but on Hunter. He knew personally he felt more pressured to say anything when he had an intense pair of eyes on him, so why force that upon the other? Samuel himself was rather impatient, and staring the guy down would do very little for the both of them. So he settled on waiting.

[sunhorsestar]

OOC: Thank you!

IC:


Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Pippa | Location: Camp, Half-Blood Hill


Kade headed across the long, tall grasses, enjoying the feeling of the cool brushing against his ankles, then stepped onto the flat dirt pathway that led to the cabins. He would not deny he was a bit jealous that even BEFORE arrival, Pippa had been claimed. He’d himself had to wait FOREVER, but it was a good thing nonetheless, envious as he was or not. Finally he stopped in front of the well-kept cabin of the Aphrodite campers and turned back to face Pippa.

"Well, for what it’s worth, welcome to your new home!" Of course, Kade didn’t know personally if she’d be a year-round camper, or just come during summers, but one way or another, while at camp, this was to be her cabin. "I dunno if anyone else is in there, but take a look, see if you can find a nice little space to make your own." He offered a brief, yet genuine smile.


Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Samuel | Location: Camp


Hunter wasn’t blind to the tension that settled between them. Truth be told, there wasn’t much he’d personally had to talk to the other boy about save for curiosity as to a camper he hadn’t spoken much to. Was that even a good enough reason to casually walk up to someone? How Kade does it and comes off okay, I’ll never for the life of me know. Maybe that was his problem, he decided. Hunter was subconsciously trying to mimic others rather than letting his own natural mannerisms show, be it for better or for worse.

"Am I bothering you?" The blond finally asked, raising an eyebrow. One way or another, the answer, he was sure, would not offend him. If he was, that was fine. He’d leave. If he wasn’t, equally fine! "I was just curious to meet for myself a camper who I’ve seen around but haven’t personally spoken to."

[senna_]

━ pippa diggery • aphrodite • tags: kade
Even though her newly-appointed camp leader hadn't said a word since they decided to set off towards the cabins, Pippa didn't feel the silence was awkward, nor did she even feel it was as quiet as it really was. Her mind was too distracted to focus strictly on the interaction between her own person and Kade, so every little bit of wind that swept by or occasional laughter in the distance added itself right into the interacting bubble, making things even more eventful in the most uneventful way possible. Right now, it seemed as though her mind had split into multiple pieces, and every piece was slowly branching off into a new part of the camp, despite the fact that Pippa really didn't know anywhere else.

As much as Pippa appreciated the nature, she did have to mentally curse every time a long piece of grass would cheekily entwine with its neighbour, setting up a thin but deadly trap for her ankles. Thankfully, she got through without faceplanting, but did trip a few times. It really didn't seem like anyone cut the grass here, did it?

Her moodiness vanished the moment Kade's voice brought her back in. Her gaze drifted upward, taking in the sight of the small but beautiful cabin. It was so charming! The walls were seashell blue, with pretty pink flowy curtains and large, practically glowing windows. Potted plants were scattered around the deck, and two pottery-like swans welcomed their visitors with an elegance Pippa imagined Aphrodite carried with her.

"It's so charming!" she gushed, clasping her hands together in excitement. She was just about to take a step forward when an unusually sharp gust of wind raced past her, nearly knocking her right over. It seemed as though that breeze had sucked away the warm air, for a second later, goosebumps appeared all over Pippa's body. Pouting her lips into a slight frown, she set her bags on the ground, then turned to Kade. "Does the temperature often change as drastically as it just did? Do you guys have lakes around here or something? That was weird."

[senna_]

━ samuel malfrid • nemesis • tags: hunter
A small yawn was threatening to slip through Samuel's dry lips, and as annoying as it felt, he pressed them together and created a barrier so the yawn could not escape. Though Samuel was well-aware of the lack of care he sometimes carried around, he could sense Hunter was struggling. Deciding to act as though Hunter was not two years older and instead a younger child, Samuel forced his manners upward. It was surprisingly easier than he had originally suspected.

He wasn't sure how much longer the two stayed silent. It had to be for a decently significant amount, for when Hunter's voice rang out into the air, it did take Samuel by surprise, even though that was only for a split second or two. His dark eyes connected with Hunter's, almost challengingly, yet, at the same time, blandly.

"Are you bothering me?" he returned, raising a brow. "I guess that's more of a you question than a me." His explanation was a quick follow-up, earning yet another, "Ah" from Samuel. "I s'pose I'm not nearly as exciting as you thought, hm?" Before he had a chance to say anything further, the temperature seemed to drop a good few degrees and the sky darkened, even if just slightly. A frown clouded over Samuel's features, and he tilted his head upward. Shock surpassed his other emotions as a white flake drifted past his gaze, settling peacefully on his thumb before melting away. Puzzled, Sam turned towards Hunter. "What kind of game are you playing here?"