Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: riley. ivi cabin one - mess hall.

he did not know of a way to go back in time. it was unfortunate. there was always back to the future, though - "i think i could create one-point-twenty-one jiggawatts of electricity to power a flux capacitor," he hadn't actually tested how much electricity he could create - two hundred joules was certain, but beyond that, he had no idea. maybe it was something to work on. "i'm not frustrated. i'm just passionate."

"i don't have a pen," orin frowned, playing along happily. "but i'll get back to you on it. maybe i'll buy you a frame to keep it in, to remember this moment always. 'cause i am a very busy man. high demand, you know? might not get many more chances like this." and he nodded along when she mentioned their father - odd, how easily she called him 'dad', like he was a regular guy, like a man who wore fleeces and jackets and boardshorts and faded, ten-year old jeans rather than a god who resided on the top of a mountain. he supposed there lay the separation between the two of them. though they were both demigods, orin often felt a lot more mortal than the rest of them. there were other reasons for that, of course, but he still had to battle his own skepticism sometimes, to view the gods as objective rather than theoretical, creatures of myth and nothing else.

it was cold out, and the hoodie/jacket combination that he wore was hardly enough to keep the shiver from his bones. riley ran - he took two quick, leaping steps, was overcome by a sense of vertigo, a warning pang of pain in the back of his head, and decided it may have been a better idea to walk. he'd give riley the satisfaction of beating him this time, but the next - it was on. he made it to the mess hall, nodding at her proudly. "nice one, quicksilver," he grinned. "in."

warm inside, and already populated by a few campers who had gunned for their tables, orin drifted to the zeus cabin's assigned bench and sat down, happy to be off of his feet again. he wasn't quite sure what he wanted. though hungry earlier, his appetite had twisted a bit, into a creature of low nausea, an ache in his stomach that he was certain wasn't going to go away with a good croissant. a glass of water, then. that would be good enough for now - lining his gut before he devoured his body weight in pastries.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: ash, quest group.
ivi big house ruins

teilo's brow furrowed further as ash considered his onslaught. most people weren't so forward with him - caught the aura that he was giving off and let him be. and then the pat of his head, which took him by surprise. it had been a long time since anyone had touched him, much less in an affectionate manner, and the last time - he cringed away from ash's hand, tried to mask the discomfort on his face. "watch my hair, now," he said, an excuse, but easier than the confrontation that would have followed, the apology that he would feel obliged to accept.

"i'll be honest with you, i haven't the foggiest," he shrugged. the other campers were not really his strong point. as he had noted before, he only really knew mira and aiden - jamie, as well, who he hadn't seen since the med tent. teilo looked down at himself when ash made the comment on fashion sense - namely, at the baggy liverpool hoodie, the jeans that hung off of him, and it was almost theatrical. "yeah. ghastly." he murmured.

"ready?" he had his bags, he had emrys, he had everything that would have been necessary for preparation in wake of such an adventure. but he knew that ash wasn't talking about suitcases or weapons. "as i'll ever be." there were spirits outside of the camp's realm of protection, wraiths that would hang off of him and make him feel, once more, as though he was going completely and utterly mad. another thing - something that bothered him, had been the presence of his friend in the half-dead dream that he had had after his claiming had taken place. the ghost had said goodbye. like he knew that they wouldn't see each other again. if he wasn't out there, in the world, waiting for him - teilo's face flickered, blank stare becoming bereft, frightened, even, for just a second. he hoped ash didn't catch it. really prayed, as the anxiety wrapped its shadowy hand around his throat and took his reasonable voice. a deep breath. he would simply pretend. "what about you? are you ready?" voice a fraction quieter, but still rather steady.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: vittorio ivi cabin area.

hecate kids were not children who were in his purview. they seemed to keep to the shadows - some of them much more literally than others. his mind went to his short-lived reading of the story of medea - it hadn't caught him, not properly. he hadn't enjoyed it as much as he had thought that he would have - she was a daughter of hecate, wasn't she? and from what little he could recall, there were a lot of words to describe her and her actions, though none of them seemed to be good.
then again, he didn't really think he was in a position to judge. "i've never had a problem with them," leo settled for saying, completely honest. the next few sentences that came from vittorio's mouth had alarm bells ringing in his head. the conversation with lucy - did it all line up? did everyone know, was no-one talking about it? surely not - there would have been an uproar by now. "i think..." he paused, the words not making themselves clear immediately. "i think that there are people here who don't buy into the 'unwavering loyalty to camp' thing. and i don't think they're the kind of people we would expect. everyone's hiding something, vittorio." leo pursed his lips. should he name names? was it right? it seemed more lucy's ballgame. the paranoia was rising. "just be careful, right? don't put all your eggs in one person's basket because they seem trustworthy. half these guys lie for the better part of the year about what they are. i don't think it's so much to guess that they've gotten good at pretending."

he raised his eyebrows when the mention of ares didn't immediately make vittorio cringe away, but he supposed that the boy was new. and then he was talking about something that leo had no idea about, but he seemed rather interested in it, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't oft swayed into fascination by listening to the passions spouted by others. "no, go ahead." he said. "diogenes?" he racked his brain. he really hadn't paid attention in the brief history lessons they had had, but that name rang a bell. give him a moment - "he lived a barrel, didn't he? seems an interesting guy."

leo nodded curtly. "yeah, sort of. everyone does when they first show up," he knew it from his own experience, the itch to bolt at any given opportunity. he had promised himself that he would, that he would make his way outside of the camp's borders, one day - and that had been two years ago. he hadn't left since. he understood the plight of losing contact with one's family. "you'll settle. just need to get into a routine."

a gesture toward the mess hall. "to line your stomach before your adventure." leo shook his head at the question, beginning to walk in the direction of the smell of lunch. "no. not really. they'd try, but, you know - not a lot of people abscond. the world out there is a lot more frightening than the world in here, most of the time." and they reached the entrance, leo holding the door open for him. "good luck at the hermes table, man."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ⊕
x──────i ii the mansion of night. i ii mentions: nicholas.

a vast room - undecorated and empty, devoid of furniture, dark, mist rising from the floor, slender pillars that rose to a vaulted ceiling. no light entered, no light escaped, and yet in the centre, a glowing figure stood, as though waiting for something, as though holding a conversation with someone that nobody else could see. a whispered voice, one that could hardly be designated as 'male' or 'female' - like a computer, an android, railing off words and numbers that barely strung together.
"four four one one two six seven three nine two three five" the strings of chaos, eris' whispers - a husk, if one could be called such. her mind was in the mortal world. this was her body, the programme that worked in the background. a being - perhaps an unbeing was more fitting for a description - that was entirely focused. there were the objective moments of chaos, the ones happening, the ones that were about to happen - and then there were the pebbles that were about to be thrown into the water, the butterflies that would flap their wings and create tsunamis. all were important. equally, unequivocally. "one one five six. january twelfth. one hundred seconds. the storm approaches. through the dark and the light, the doors. aviators, four minutes to midnight. leviathan. oakland hills, asmodeus, the shadow. chicago. toronto. frappucino. candesartan, the hundredth nome -" an interruption to scheduled events, it appeared. "the storm looms. a visitor -" and then the droned words continued, never stopping, never faltering. a constant onslaught, though there was a sense of tension in the air. purely white scleras had briefly flickered with pupils that searched the dark - there was someone coming. but to lose focus was to lose grip on the sand, and if a conversation was what the horseman desired, then she would have to work overtime to make up for the intermission.

[Kveykva]

I didn't actually find a reply to your last Hunter post, so I think you're waiting on Kestrel for that one. I've quoted it for them just in case c:

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Kade, Reese
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

As he waited both for Kade's response and for the magical metal to warm to its melting point, the sound of knocking called his attention. Who knocks to open air? They could clearly see Will and Kade, but neither of them was particularly busy. Not enough that it warranted interruption etiquette, at least. He turned to face the newcomer, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his eyes. The white backdrop of snow caused him to squint, but slowly their features came into view. Tall, lanky, blonde hair, neatly dressed... The puzzle pieces were there. "There's a name t' go with that face, I swear it." Wilhelm abandoned his post and trudged over, standing a head taller over him. "Is it David? From th' Hermes cabin?" Something told him wrong, so he scratched the back of his head and thought further. "Er, Reese? Hades cabin? Damn, I ain't any good with faces..." He hoped David or Reese, or whoever this was, would clear up some of the confusion for him. "Y'have a delivery fer me?" He asked, changing the subject.

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
| 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: forge | tags: Will, Kade | mentions: NPC Dave

Reese, for his part, was not impressed by the burly kid's mental acumen. He, for one, would recognize that Texas drawl anywhere. Even if it was currently confusing him for some "Dave". Seriously? He tapped his foot as he considered how best to handle the situation. Will, for the life of him, was just making things worse as he prattled on. "Er, Reese? Hades cabin? He sounded incredibly confused. Time to put him out of his misery

Reese took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Reese. My name, as you well know Wilhelm, is Reese." Reese had to look up sharply at the taller boy and it was...certainly a lesson in forced perspective. He blinked, trying to reconcile the image of a shorter, buff but not that much Will with the man that stood before him. He squinted, practically able to hear his Ma hissing 'it is rude to stare!' at him, but he could not help it. Besides, Will had been less than mannered first!

A thought struck him, and he scrunched up his face. "Is that-is that really how you differentiate between people, by cabins of all things?" He was trying his very best not to sound indignant. He sounded indignant, as though this information was a personal affront to him. In a way, it was, what with the blonde spending enough time among the Apollo campers to practically be one. But it was deeper than that, like if you boiled down any old camper to the sum of their parts, you would have a chip off the old block, nothing of note.

He snapped his gaze away to shuffle through the letters again. Plucking the one titled to Will off the top, he held it out to him. "Mirabelle left this to you. She joined the quest." There is nothing more too it, were the unaired words. He took a moment to continue his examination of Will. A few new scars, but the boots are the same. He mused, not mentally up to speed at the moment.

Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Cresolis | Location: Dining Pavilion


Hunter offered her a hand up. "Well, let’s head to the arena then, see if we can get some practice in." He tried for a smile, but what came off was a cocky grin.

[.watermelon.]

E M I L I O S
Ⅰ. mentions; | locations; hecate cabin | tags; open
Ⅱ. gender; male | age; nineteen | son of hecate
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The cold had always left a formidable pit in the depths of his stomach and shrill goosebumps to graze his normally clear complexion. Layered with blankets and sweatshirts, the dark-haired individual with equally dark and despairing eyes, huffed with a voiced aggravation over the cold. Insults and anger edge at the tip of his tongue and displayed themselves outward with small movements such as the tightening of his grip on his book and how his dark gaze pierced through his favorite object like some sort of robot he imagined would be playing on the tv by now. For just a moment, his mind wandered over the imaginative realm of what he would be doing at home with his father and sister. Perhaps eating take out while watching silly movies or maybe playing boardgames and pretending it all didn't happen?

The latter was most likely the choice they would have made. Especially if the power was out in this stuffy ice-cold weather and the fear of his powers didn't bother them so.

The campers had to be out of their minds, perhaps crazy, to drench themselves within the cold displayed just beyond the outside of the doors. Deep pools of black flickered almost absent-mindedly towards the outdoors as his lips pull into a firm grimace of the blinding white, distantly, he could see shapes of people if he angled himself correctly and as always grew curious as to what they were up to. Just then, accompanying outsides cold temperature, a small voice echoed in his ear and he knew he should get up to do things himself rather than rely on the ghosts that follow him like moths to alight.

"Master."

"Hush, I am in no mood to be talking with you. You are not to speak with me unless I say, is that clear?"

"..."

"That was a question, you answer a question."

"Yes, master."

"Nevermind, just be quiet until I say so."

Shaking already from the cold, laced with annoyance and anger, the male pulled his sweatshirts off making sure to fold them accordingly and placing them at the edge of his bed. Something so nice doesn't deserve to be stuck within the colds icy embrace, instead he picks something less soft, but just as comfortably warm as his other sweatshirts. Finishing with his black jacket, his long fingers quickly grasp his book as he walks toward the exit of his cabin intent on writing and maybe interacting with the heathens in the camp.

"Mast-"

"What did I say about speaking to me?"

"That-"

"No, don't answer. Say what you need to and disappear. I will call you when I need you."

Thus he plunges into the cold with his pen scribbling away on old paper intent on silencing the noise and his hatred for maybe just a moment with a simple walk.

[sweet.peaches~]

riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: mess hall/zeus table | tags: orin, open
She didn't say anything for a moment, mostly because she was wondering how much electricity she could create out of her fingertips. Riley had never personally tried to see how much electricity she could be able to make so there weren't any maximum she knew of to her power. The only times she's tried to test her powers were with her wind speeds and flying, although that seemed much more safer testing out. She gave him a skeptical look, "Passionate. Sure, sure. Just tell yourself that. But I'm the one here who knows the truth," she tapped her head twice with her finger and laughed.

"You don't have a pen?" She glared at him with mock-disgust, emphasizing on the word 'pen.' "Surely even the gods have pens to sign their most supportive believers. Wow." She raised one of her eyebrows when he continued. "But if you buy me a frame to keep it in, I might just forgive you. Maybe a wooden one? It'd go well next to my bunk. And besides, I think us children of Zeus are always on high demand, Orin. By monsters mostly," Riley shrugged, "but every once in a while some mortals or heroes swoon over us."

When she stood back up, no longer crouched, Riley glanced back at Orin. She gave him a strange look. Her eyes probably said, How slow could you possibly be? "Quicksilver?" She scoffed. "I'm always fast - I'd win multiple marathons actually - but you walked so it wasn't much of a competition. I want to win fair and square next time," she pouted, not seeing anything wrong yet. She sat on the Zeus' table down next to Orin. She ordered two croissants as well as was gifted some strawberry lemonade by the magic camp goblets. "What are you getting?" Riley asked him.

[FerretMonarch]

Sa'd Salam • 17 •Transmale (they/them) • Bisexual • Host of Set• location: behind cabins•tag: Jay, Zahra

"Ah. I haven't gotten a chance to ask the Athena kids what they thiught about it yet and besides, I don't know if they know about the other gods. I'm sure they do since we're here and they crave knowlege anyways. They would read every book in the universe if they had the time." Sa'd hummed.

Sa'd gave Zahra a lopsided smile in return causing the teen's features to look mischievous though that was far from their intentions.

"Oh. I suppose she would be. Expesially at a time like this. There's a sparring ring in front of the cabin with a boar's head and barbed wire. You could always let her, and yourself, blow off some steam there." Sa'd offered.

"I, uh, y ok u're welcome." Sa'd stuttered not used to being thanked.

Sa'd reached out to pet Zahra before quickly retracting their hand once realizing what theybwere doing.

"Sorry. A-are you fluffy? Sorry its a weird question. You obviously don't have to answer if you don't want to." Sa'd said before she bounded away.

Ai Uragirimono•18•nonbinary (they/them)• Gay•child of Loki•Location: by the cabins• tags: Jen

Ai saw a girl by the cabins and bounced over to her. Ai didn't want to scare her, so they barked a little to get her attention before changing into their human form. "Hey, uh, were's the food? And the bathroom?Why are you all by yourself? What's your name? Who's your godly parent? It's cool here. Was that an insensitive question?" Ai bombarded her with questions.

They were was excited, so they couldn't help when their tail appeared and started wagging or when their ears appeared and flopped over when they titled their head.

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House Ruins|Tags: Quest Group; Laurel|

"Just don't forget that if no one else has your back, I will. Always."
The tight fist of emotion closed around Mirabelle's heart; squeezing the tender organ in its grasp. She wasn't sure if it was guilt she was feeling, gratitude, or even a mixture of the two. "I - thank you." She returned Aiden's smile, though hers was close-lipped. Convincing as it was, the muscles of her face felt strained. He won't be so keen to support you once he finds out what you've done. Anxiety rearing its ugly head again. But that didn't make the statement any less true in her eyes.
Teilo and Ash had joined them; their banter providing a welcome distraction from her thoughts. She nodded at Aiden's confirmation that it was just Karter they were waiting for. Right. Keep yourself together, Mirabelle. It won't do to have them treating you like a fragile little flower. So quit acting like one. She gritted her teeth as she turned towards Firefly, mentally preparing herself to mount the pegasus.
The mare snorted nervously and pawed at the snow-covered ground. Her ears swiveled this way and that as she eyed the growing group of demigods warily. Mirabelle reached out a gentle hand to stroke Firefly's face, whispering softly to the pegasus in order to put her at ease. Though still cautious of the other campers, the dapple grey's muscles started to lose their tension. Mirabelle wished the same could be said for herself.
In one swift, graceful action, the willowy blonde heaved herself up onto the equine's back. The familiar feel of a saddle beneath her was a small comfort, not to mention the warmth seeping through her clothes from Firefly's large body.
"Right. So we're just waiting for Karter, and then... we leave." She wasn't sure who she was talking to, necessarily. Despite her best efforts, reluctance seeped through into her tone. You're doing the right thing, she had to remind herself. If you stayed here, you'd only go mad with worry over the members of the quest. Besides, this is the best way to protect everyone. You know that. Shifting gears, she eased Firefly a little closer to Thunder and Bolt. Why Laurel was bringing both pegasi was a mystery to her, though she didn't voice it. Instead, she turned to the daughter of Zeus with a pleasant expression.
"Laurel, you'll have to lead the way for now; you're the only one who actually knows where we're going." Mirabelle wasn't sure how she felt being led by someone so headstrong and occasionally reckless, but she didn't have a choice at this point. After they reached Laurel's aunt's house, the daughter of Aphrodite would be able to take more of an authoritative role. She knew where they needed to go, after all, and had already promised to be navigator for Teilo as he drove. She certainly wouldn't call herself the leader. No, that wasn't her, despite her many leadership qualities. But a quest didn't necessarily need a leader - just someone to facilitate discussion and make sure everyone was willing to work together. Conflict between questers could get them all killed. She had learned that the hard way.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3 --> Dining Pavilion; Hermes Table|Tags: Hu, Caspia --> Open|

Juliet shrugged as Caspia muttered something to herself. She thought she caught the word 'die', but she wasn't completely certain. It could have been 'diet coke' or 'hair dye' as far as she knew. Rather than dwell on that, she moved on to the new girl's question. "Yeah! 'Lilah's pretty sweet that way. I mean, most of the Hypnos guys are. Sandman even carries around a bag of literal sleeping sand. Gift from his dad, I think. Super awesome power to have, though."
Any further talk on the subject was interrupted by a familiar horn blast that sent Juliet's mouth watering. "There's lunch! Lunch first, precious gems later. Mama needs some fried chicken." She was well aware that the camp didn't tend to serve fried foods; health was a priority for them after all. That didn't make the statement any less true. Maybe I can convince Cass to sneak us out for some McDonald's later. If there was anything that would make Juliet feel better about everything, it was a big mac, fries, twenty piece McNuggets, and a McFlurry. Huh. Maybe I can use that. Be like 'only fast food can fill the void inside my soul'. It's worth a shot. Besides, Cass loves me. Man, all this talk about food was starting to make her more hungry than usual.
Juliet pushed herself off the bed, landing with a loud sound on her booted feet. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. I'm gonna schlep over to the dining pavilion. You coming or what?" She lazily gestured for Hu and Caspia to follow her, though she didn't wait to see if they actually would before she headed out the door. She would have to book it if she wanted a seat at all. The Hermes table tended to be extremely crowded, especially with all the new campers they'd had coming in - not to mention the retuning summer campers.
Relief washed over the wiry daughter of Hermes as she spotted the near-empty table. Yes! I'm one of the first ones here. She had used a bit of her speed power, but that was beside the point. Juliet began stacking every kind of meat she could find onto her plate. 'Jewel, you have to eat something other than... that.' She stuck her tongue out at Mira's voice ringing through her head; chiding her for her poorly balanced eating habits. No power over me now, Meerkat. We're not together anymore; you can't tell me what to do. The thought struck her that she probably looked kind of odd making rude gestures at her imagination, but she didn't really care. People can think what they think. Whatever.
When she had heaped as much food onto her plate as she thought she could eat, Juliet plopped down at the Hermes table and began to chow down rather noisily. Some girl from the Aphrodite cabin grimaced in disgust - Megan, she recalled - and made a gagging face. Juliet pointedly ignored her, reminding herself to prank the cabin later. With Mira gone, she didn't have to worry about getting caught - or worse, giving the Aphrodite Head Counselor a panic attack. Huh. You know, this could actually be kinda fun.


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabin 20 --> Dining Pavilion; Hecate Table|Hecate cabin; Open|Mentions: Emilios|

The walk to the pavilion was a quiet one; no doubt attitudes having been dampened by current events. Kathryn attempted at small talk with a few of her cabinmates, but many of them weren't in the mood to chat, it seemed. Johnathan's clear blue eyes had glazed over; he was evidently up in his head. Adriane was sassing one of the newer campers - no surprise there. Kathryn huffed out a small sigh, colouring the air white before her. I'm sooo bored. Her gaze flickered around at her cabinmates once more. Emil's always up for some good gossip. Where'd he get off to?
Almost as if in answer to her mental query, she spotted the boy a ways back scribbling in his little black book. A decent amount of spirits were hanging around, but that wasn't unusual. Ugh. Maybe I'll just bother him later. At the Hecate table, perhaps. Her stomach gave a low rumble in agreement. Lunch first, then chit chat.
It wasn't long before they were passing the stately columns as they entered into the pavilion. Kathryn made quick work of getting lunch; almost as eager to eat as she was as eager to spread some new rumours around. She slid onto one of the benches, taking great care not to get dirt onto her long black cloak.


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Bathrooms --> Dining Pavilion; Dionysus Table|Tags: Jude --> Open|

"Stardew valley?" Chuck blinked. "Sounds like, totally groovy, man. I'll like, have to check it out." The sound of a farming game was a bit intriguing, despite the fact that Chuck had absolutely no clue how to work anything electronic. Maybe I can like, get Ash to teach me. His face fell a little when he recalled that the charming son of Hypnos was headed off on the quest. If - like, no, when - he comes back.
Jude's voice cut through his thoughts like a cool breeze on a summer day. Well, maybe not this summer day. A normal summer day; with clouds and birds and little insects that bit you. "That's like, totally bomb, man." Despite all indications of the opposite, Chuck could keep a secret if it was really important. I'll just like, treat it like Mira told me something deep, you know? If he didn't think about it that way, their plan was bound to come spilling out of his mouth with the torrent of his usual rambling.
Soon enough, Jude was on her way back to the Hephaestus cabin. Like, yeah, it's like, lunchtime, his stomach reminded him. He waved goodbye to the sentient ray of sunshine before sprinting to the dining pavilion as if his life depended on it. When he arrived, the satyr's lungs burned for air against the cold. He took a brief moment to collect himself before he dove into the food; piling a little bit of everything onto his plate. Even the napkins and silverware weren't safe from his rampaging hunger.
Lunch in hand, Chuck hopped onto the bench of Mr. D's table, sitting as far away from the wine god as satyrly possible. Just as he was about to dig in to his mountain of food, something was placed beside his plate upon the violet tablecloth. "Like, wait, man!" he called after the blur that was the retreating Jude, but she had already disappeared into the lunchtime throng. "I was just gonna say thanks. But like, I can do that later." Chuck shoved a forkful of food into his mouth before he turned his attention to the gift. He resisted the urge to eat the cloth ribbon as he untied it from the
"OH MAN! Like, a walkman!!" Chuck's face split into a gap-toothed gin as he held the prized possession close to his tie-dyed chest. "I've like, always wanted one of these! Now I can like, listen to my sweet, sweet tunes whenever I wanna!" He made a mental note to find Jude later and give her a huge hug. Immediately, the satyr popped in a cassette and slipped the headphones over his curly locks. He had to do some manoeuvring to fit them around his horns, but he quickly figured it out. The sweet sounds of the Beatles washed over his sensitive ears, sending a wave of bliss through his lanky body. He couldn't help but hum along as he ate.


|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Cabin 8|Tags: Laika|

"No need to knock, just come in."
Zahra carefully opened the door, slipping inside so not to let the cold air penetrate the room. Just because she couldn't feel the cold much themself didn't mean the woman sitting before her wouldn't get chilled. "I apologise for the intrusion," the magician stated softly. If they didn't know any better, she would have thought the woman was studying for an exam or a paper. Notes littered the desk she was sitting at, piled in organised stacks beside her.
Zahra didn't have to be an expert in perception to notice the scar curling from the woman's left ear down her neck. The same scar the pale lioness wore. It should have been more surprising to find that the lioness was in fact a woman as well, but Zahra couldn't say they hadn't suspected it. Magic or no, Lions weren't native to the United States. It would have been rather odd to see one who was not a mythological creature, animal charmer, or exotic pet of some sort.
"I was hoping we could have talk about goings-on." The English was a little clumsy on her part, she had to admit. They hoped it got her point across well enough. "Perhaps share information with one another." It was a stretch, Zahra knew. Asking this sharp figure to trust them in that manner. Still, she was beginning to grow desperate. I cannot leave my Nome - the gods - my family for much longer on their own against the Ogdoad.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|woods|tags: Cass

Auggie ignored Cass’ look of surprise at her response. In all honesty, she was surprised at herself, she hadn’t known she was going to agree until the word came out of her mouth. She watched the Hermes counsellor’s movements closely as the girl stood up and made her way over. A look crossed her face that could have been amusement, but it would be hard to tell with the constant neutral expression she painted on, masking any signs that could have indicated a smile. “How do you know what his favourite is? Doesn’t he just get excited over any food?” she asked with a raised brow. She’d never really understood the concept of bonding with a pet, or they way people acted as if they actually understood what the animals were thinking—except for some of the few here who actually could do that. Her mom had had a cat when Auggie was little, but the cat had hated her and eventually run away, so she wasn’t exactly well versed in animal-bonding.

A small laugh escaped her at the raven’s eagerness to get to the food and at Cass’ scolding, a sound that she quickly stifled, pulling the blank, unimpressed expression back to her face. She hesitated for a moment when Cass offered her the pine nuts, eyeing Edgar warily before reaching up a gloved hand to take them. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the hunting horn going off, signalling the start of lunch, but her attention was slightly preoccupied. She held her hand out flat for the bird, silently wondering what would happen if he decided he hated her, that it wasn’t even worth it for his favourite food. The thought was immediately shaken away with an abrupt reminder that she didn’t care what a stupid bird thought of her, and that she wasn’t sure she actually believed he had a favourite food.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares (unclaimed)|cabin area, Dining Pavillion|tags: Leo, open

The response from Leo caused a small frown to form on Vittorio’s face, though it wasn’t necessarily an indication that he should buy into everything he’d been told. Kathryn had referred to most of what she was saying as ‘rumours’ anyway, and he knew from personal experience those were almost never true. It seemed to strike Leo though, and Tori got the impression he was holding something back, choosing his words very carefully when he responded. He nodded, brow furrowed in thought. “Yeah...yeah, okay.” The people here seemed to be really into giving vague warnings and it wasn’t helping him feel any more comfortable with the situation he’d been dumped in, though he supposed it was better than false smiles and lies of comfort. It was best to know what he was getting into, whether he liked it or not.

His face broke into a smile when the son of Ares didn’t seem to mind his irrelevant and excited rambling. He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, entirely by choice too. Just got rid of all his material possessions except for a bowl...but then he got rid of the bowl too. I think he had the right idea. I mean...he also did some uh…” He frowned. “Questionable things but...a lot of his philosophies were cool.”

His expression fell at the reassurance that he would settle, that everyone wanted to get out at first. It should have made him feel better, but it didn’t. The idea that he’d ever get used to this, that he’d give up and stop trying to deny all the insanity around him wasn’t exactly a comforting one; it terrified him. “Right…” he muttered, his enthusiasm gone as his demeanour shifted back to his previous one of confusion and nerves.

Tori fell into step beside Leo as he led the way to the mess hall. He was hungry, but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to another day at the Hermes table. The idea of getting claimed was a daunting prospect to him—as if once that happened, then he really had to accept that he belonged here—but every minute spent with Cabin Eleven made it look better and better. He cracked a smile at the wish of luck, though it was a little forced now. “Thanks, I’ll need it,” he replied, giving Leo a curt nod before heading off towards the Hermes table.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Big House ruins|tags: Dahlia, quest group

Jamie frowned when she said her head hurt, giving Dahlia a look of genuine concern. A head injury before they’d even left camp didn’t seem like a good thing, but he didn’t think Dahlia would respond well to fretting. He smiled at the assurance that he’d won, relieved that she was still cracking jokes, evidently not too hurt from the fall. “Don’t worry I wont. Especially considering I’m naturally the opposite.” He raised his eyebrows, stating it as if he were bragging as well, though being unlucky was not at all something to be bragging about.

He was avoiding looking at the ruins of the Big House, even though they were standing right next to it. He wasn’t sure why this had been chosen for the meeting spot, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it now. Instead, he turned his gaze to the rapidly growing group gathered there. They were only missing one person, which meant they’d be leaving soon. It was a lot harder to ignore the growing pit of anxiety in his stomach now that they were here, the looming threat of what was about to happen feeling a lot more tangible. Jamie drew in a deep breath, attempting to settle his nerves. He had to do this, there was no point freaking out now—not that that would stop him from doing so anyways.

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|Dining Pavilion|tags: open

Caleb had only been outside for a moment and he was already freezing. He should’ve been used to cold weather by now, but he still didn’t enjoy the snow. He eyed the rings on his hand, twisting one of them—the only one that actually had a use other than being an incredible fashion statement—around as he thought. There was a possibility that his shield had been dented from throwing it around like Captain America earlier. The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile at the memory of the nickname that had been bestowed upon him. He wouldn’t be letting go of that one anytime soon.

He briefly considered heading to the forges, seeing if there was a Hephaestus kid around willing to help him repair his shield, mostly as an excuse to be inside somewhere warm, but was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the horn signalling the start of lunch. His mission to nab some food with Chuck had actually built an appetite in him, and a stomach full of Sprite alone was never a good time, so in a split second decision he turned his feet in the direction of the Dining Pavilion.

[*Lovel*]

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Celeste
Location: Lake

Aydan looked over at Ophelia, she was usually quiet. He gently slid his hand in hers without a word. The action admittedly was done on 90% impulse and 10% because he wanted to warm up at least one hand that she was fidgeting with earlier. He could see the lake growing bigger in their view. He settled on being captain obvious and point it out to recover from the uncomfortable silence. "I think I see it, do we want to take a break for a moment?" it seemed to be his turn to help Ophelia with her troubles. He turned his head to peer at Celeste "If that's ok with you two?"

He offered a hand to Celeste too not wanting to leave the other girl out. She probably thought they were all crazy after witnessing some of his breakdown that surely wasn't over but on pause for what seemed like the time being. He'd for sure think he was crazy after that if he was her. He looked back towards the approaching lake still holding his hand out for Celeste on the off chance she'd take it.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐧
[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Cabin 7 ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Hank, Orin, Riley
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Through the rhythm of the bowstrings, Lucy weaved a harmonious rendition of Beethoven's piece, and while she seemed lost in her performance, thoughts were brewing within her mind. The music occupied her hands, leaving her mind free to coin solutions to today's problem: Orin. She wanted to bring him down from his high horse; she wanted him gone. He wouldn't dare show his face again, and while she thought she had the ammunition to keep him under her thumb… it fell short. Her eyes opened briefly and met the gaze of another: Felix. He knew. He tucked his head. Good boy. Even after all these years, she still had her brother wrapped around her finger. Lucy wasn't losing her touch, Orin just caused a stumble. She caught herself.

Leo's addition to the equation was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Children of Ares were usually one and done, and they were obnoxious with all their talk of blood and their quick tempers. Besides the occasional deed, they weren't worth her time. But Leo… Lucy saw potential. A long-term right hand, both a sword and a shield. Leo had value, more than most of these dreadful demigods. In addition to his utility, he also had rocky relations with Mirabelle and Orin. So long as Lucy presented the idea she knew them better than he did, he would follow her word. At least, that's how it appeared. Which brought her full circle. Orin. The face lingered in her mind, and she crumpled the thought of him like a rotten poem. She could tie him to Malcolm Kingston through his introduction to the minister, but claiming Orin was the leak was a stretch. Chiron would never buy it if she went to him. Leo was on her side, Felix was in no position to vouch for the son of Zeus, and Auggie… she could possibly be swayed. Things were in Lucy's favor, and with no context, she had her mother's support too.

Had anyone besides Kathryn chosen to join in, the daughter of Apollo would have raised hell. Instead, Lucy didn't break a stroke. Her music soothed the wounded, coaxing them to rest and heal. Kathryn did not add to the magic, but her melody was welcome. Lucy slowed her draw across the bowstrings as the lunch horn sounded, making a slight face as she reluctantly pulled the piece to a premature close. The daughter of Hecate swiftly closed away her piano and fled in silence. Since when was she so excited for lunch? Lucy suspected Kathryn had a reason, though what was about as mysterious as how she lugged a piano with her everywhere she went. As she and her musical partner parted ways, Lucy replaced her violin and studied the state of the infirmary. Today's lunch would be a bit unconventional for her cabin. Many of the campers inside couldn't make it to the dining pavilion easily, and most of her siblings would need to stay back and tend to their patients. "We're taking turns, then." She assumed, speaking to Dante. Her brother glanced around the interior and made a face. "Normally that'd be Hank's decision, but Apollo knows where he's gone. I guess." That decided it. A couple of the Apollo troop shuffled out of their own accord, single file out the door. Some would bring food back for the injured, and others would make their lunch quick. Lucy planned to do neither.

As she pushed open the light door to her cabin and stumbled into the cold, she nearly ran into a familiar face. "Hank!" she exclaimed, thinking quickly. "You were just who I was looking for. Come with me." she dropped a hint of urgency in her tone, glancing around and taking him by the hand. Lucy wasn't going to give her brother time to make the decision. "There's something going on," She explained things as sparsely as she could manage during their speedwalk to the dining pavilion. "You need to know. Everyone needs to know." Where is he? There. At the Zeus table, one of the closest to the buffet, sat the one and only. "Orin Gorman!" Lucy marched, hopefully with Hank in tow, to the Zeus table to confront him. Riley was with him. Lucy didn't plan to let that stop her. "You didn't really think you'd get away with it, did you? You really thought your threats would keep me quiet, and I wouldn't say anything?" The floodgates opened as emotion filled her words to the brim. She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to eye level from where he sat. "I'm not afraid of you!"

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cave of the Oracle | Tags: Anastasia
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

Cain nodded. "Maybe." He said, undecided. "I've heard that in the far north and south the sun disappears for a better part of the winter." In reality, much of what the Russian girl said to him was lost on his ears, and instead of telling Anastasia he couldn’t understand her accent very well, he bit his tongue and offered his best guess. "We're falling into a premature winter, and the sun will disappear." a pause. That would imply Apollo's prophecy would fade too. Which, I'm getting the feeling that won't be happening. He added the final thought with a wince, scrubbing at his eyes. "I'll think on it." He set the painting aside for now. The interior of the cave was toasty, insulated by a veil of blackout curtains haphazardly hung over the entrance. Cain had a blanket draped over his shoulders, but his hands still suffered stiffness from the cold. He flexed them idly while he collected another canvas. "What does this look like?" The question came sounding calloused, but the Oracle didn't pause to amend it. Quickly, he chose a color from his collection of still damp pigments and touched it to the canvas. This one wasn't new; he'd seen the scene a couple of times prior, but it was growing in frequency. Slowly, an image came to life: a tall portcullis whose outer stone walls were inlaid with foreign shapes. It was open; inside, Cain saw an impossibly deep maw filled with teeth. There were so many teeth… "I don't get it." He concluded.

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mansion of Night | Tags: Eris
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞

Darkness. Nicholas recognized it. He remembered it fondly, actually. He found the drape of mystery sweet and comforting, in a strange way. The night embraced him, like a mother nudging a suckling pup close to her breast. Unlike Khione's favored blizzard state, Nyx was equal parts everywhere yet nowhere. She filled the mansion and cursed any light that dared enter it, and while the horseman only heard the sound of his footsteps echo on an unseen floor, he knew he wasn't alone. His grandmother stayed silent during her company, and Nicholas asked nothing more. Other senses─most notably, his status sense─ guided him through the impossibly dark halls until at last, he reached his destination. The horseman stepped calmly into the room, squinting slightly at the light, and removed the ring from his finger. He tossed it up and caught it. It carried weight, about what you would expect from a solid metal signet ring. Perfect. He rolled it to his fingertips and threw it, knocking Eris right between the eyes with the piece of jewelry. He hoped that was enough to break her focus and gain her full attention. "That's for calling me on a Friday night, you twat."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: riley. ivi cabin one - mess hall.

"listen, the gods can just... conjure pens. they've got them in tow. there's probably a minor deity who only specialises in bics. i'm not that deity. i could be, though, if they wanted -" he trailed off, the thought taking him, and then returned. "so no, i don't have a pen. i don't tend to write. i've got more important things to do. i'll find one for you. i'll sort it all out, don't you worry." he knew tales of pens that turned into swords. in all honesty, he didn't enjoy putting ink to paper because it reminded him of school - and as good at school as he was, surprisingly, there was no need to bring that version of himself up while he was at camp. at home, he was reckless beyond belief. camp drilled a little bit of responsibility into him, as sparse as it may have been. "i'm no heracles," he said, a rare moment of a lack of egotism. it probably wouldn't last. the next sentence - "i think heracles would actually be real jealous of me." there it was.

when they got into the mess hall, it seemed that she wasn't happy about the meander that had replaced the yearned bolt. "i'm saving my energy for next time," he said. "and then i'll whoop you so hard, you'll end up so high in the sky that you'll actually be able to have a brief conversation with our father before you fall right back down." he grinned. "just water. for now. maybe a pain au chocolat, if i'm feeling bold and brave." the drink arrived quickly, a jug of tap water in what looked like a disused tequila bottle. he imagined that that was the work of dionysus - he poured out a glass, sipped from it tentatively, and let out a brief sigh. "though i'm not sure how -"

he wasn't sure where his train of thought had been going before it was derailed by the appearance of lucy, storming in like a woman on a mission, hank close behind her, and she was walking towards them. a quick glance toward riley. "don't say anything. don't do anything. just -" a rare hint of something anxious in his tone. he had no idea what she had planned, but it certainly looked like something. and then she was there, and he put the mask back on despite the raising beat of his heart, the little itch of his skin.

"get away with what?" he asked, genuinely confused for a moment. what did she think she had? what was she making up in lieu of a true answer? "look, i know it should be illegal to be this picture of perfection, but i don't think you need to make a scene in front of all of these people, blitzen. i'm sure they already know." his smile was painted on. a hand on his collar - had to tone down, in record time, the energy that coursed through his skin. if she got a shock, she'd know that he was stressed. that she'd caught him in a corner. he couldn't allow that. cool and collected. "no, not a lot of people are. it's kind of the whole shtick. i don't want people to be scared of me. i'm like, the opposite of emperor caligula." he jerked back, got his shirt out of her grip. "whatever you think you have, lucy, you're sorely mistaken." the grin was still there, but the tone was warning. he clasped his hands together, if only to hide the little tremor in them, and watched carefully.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♕
x──────i ii aphrodite. iii twenty-four. iiii tags: aydan, ophelia,
ana, cain ivi outside - cave of the oracle.

this felt like the end of the road for celeste - she'd arrived with moss and stood at this very lake before her encounter with laika, and didn't that feel so far away? a hand was reached out toward her, accompanied by a question that she didn't quite hear. "i think this is where we part," she said, a little smile on her face. "i'd quite like to have a little look of my own. and you two..." a glance between their clasped hands. "i don't wish to interrupt." a step back. "thank you for the tour. i hope to see you both later."

she broke away - managed a few steps before the sound of - what was that? - gripped her with fear, fleeting, because there was no chance that bombs were still dropping, not in this day. it didn't invoke panic from the teenagers that fluttered about, in fact they seemed to change direction, heading toward the mess hall for what she presumed to be lunch. celeste wasn't hungry. whether it was the little shock or simply a lack of appetite was up for debate - and so she began to walk, like she had a purpose, in a random direction, frowning against the cold. there had to be more that ophelia hadn't thought to mention, had to be something else -

a while of this, this walking, and a cave came into view. from a distance, a figure stood in the mouth of it. celeste approached, making her footsteps a tad heavier to warn of her presence before it came. "hello?" she called across the snow. a girl, and deeper inside, a man.
not all children, then. that was a weight off of her shoulders.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ⊕
x──────i ii the mansion of night. i ii tagged: nicholas.

and so it continued, the web spinning in front of her eyes, the promises of what was to come. every probability laying out. the doors of death, tartarus, working algorithmically. she knew it all, twisted the strings to fit the tale - just enough, just enough to keep the story running, not so much that it would reach the end too soon. one needed a world if they were going to invoke chaos in it.
"three seven four eight one five seven three negative one two two one six one four eight eight, morris, roberts, caldecott, blitzen -" something small, not a bullet or a piece of artillery, bounced off of her husk's head. eris' irises returned to her.

"nicholas storm," the voice projected. it came from all angles, the room a vassal of her being. it seemed the walls continued to whisper when her mouth didn't, a litany of numbers and names, of words and places. "i expected you." a glance toward the ring on the floor. "albeit without the assault. it seems some things retain an element of surprise." she rose from her sitting position, toga flowing out onto the floor. "to what do i owe your presence? do you find the envoy irksome?" her dealings with kingston were mostly influence - though strife had infected him with all that she knew, a majority of his business came from within his own being, guided by whispers. "i do not tend to cater to cordial visits. you'll excuse the lack of preparation. there is no... moey in the mansion."