Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[norvina!]

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘🌊
(seventeen;posideon;cabin three)(tags;juliet,hu->open)

caspia noted delilah's name in her head as juliet mentioned she was a nice camper, 'another person that I could get along with' she thought to herself. breaking out of her thoughts she perked up at the mention of lunch, breakfast wasn't really enjoyable since her anxiety was so high. "oh, I'll follow after soon. I should finish unpacking." she answered as juliet headed away. turning back to her bed she unzipped another bookbag, grabbing the clothes she had neatly folded in her bag and placing them in a dresser. humming a tune, she finished putting clothes away. moving to her pictures, she frowned looking in the bag. her proud smile littered the bag as she held up ribbons and trophies, zipping up the bag she slid it under her bunk not wanting to look at them. deciding she had finished caspia slid back on her shoes walking to the dining hall.

ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ♣️
(seventeen;nemesis;big house ruins)(tags;jaime)

"yeah, you'd rack up a lot of bad karma if you bragged." she chuckled. deciding to get back onto her pegasi, she patted aphy on the nose "don't knock me off this time." she stated, pulling herself onto the steed. her head turned to mira listening as she explained things. she gave the girl one last smile before turning away losing herself in her thoughts as she anxiously waited to leave.

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕🌠
(seventeen;hypnos;dining hall)(tags;open)

delilah headed to the dining hall, wanting to grab something to eat before heading back to her cabin. her face was unusually sullen as she continued to think, confusing emotions weighed her down as she felt alone. she mindlessly trudged through the snow, biting her fingertip anxiously. the taste of metallic blood filled her mouth as she bit through the skin on her finger, frowning she shoved her hand into her pockets. she was relieved to get out of the cold as she arrived in the hall, her stomach agreed.

🌨️αηαѕтαѕια уαнσηтσν
(fourteen;khione;oracle cave)(tags;cain)

ana nodded, hoping she didn't confuse him too much. she watched as cain pulled out another canvas, wondering what'd he'd paint next she watched intrigued. her skin paled as she looked at the painting, making her extremely uneasy as she stared at the teeth. her hands felt sweaty, the painting was extremely uncomfortable for her "that's certainly... unsettling." she answered, hoping not to offend him. "it looks like something bad is lurking."

[sweet.peaches~]

riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: mess hall/zeus table | tags: orin, hank, lucy
He wasn't wrong - most demigods couldn't exactly summon pens out of nowhere - especially if it wasn't some sort of magic pen that always stayed in their pocket or they were the child of love. Most kids of Aphrodite didn't have any pen powers. She thought about whether or not the Hecate kids could possibly generate things out of nowhere with their magic, although usually their abilities were just limited to manipulating the mist. Riley never had a need to ask them, after all they never asked her if she could fly. Which she could, but that wasn't important right now. "Fine, fine. Just get a pen, give me a signature, and we'll be all good," she replied. She snorted. Classic Orin, Riley thought to herself. He's really so predictable. I'm surprised I didn't see that one coming.

She rolled her eyes. "Have any suggestions on what I should talk to him about? Something along the lines of 'hey, how's the weather up in olympus' perhaps? It'd probably better than what we're having," Riley frowned at the snow around the mess hall. "Painful chocolate? Oh right, croissants with chocolate. Was wondering why you wanted to eat candy that would bite your tongue." She took a sip of her strawberry lemonade before seeing two campers of Apollo come swooping right at them. Hank and Lucy. She didn't really know them, simply just acknowledging their existence every once in a while when she was at camp. His dog, Izzy, did not seem to like her. And she never really was interested in Lucy although they would have conversations every once in a while.

"What?" Riley stared at him, completely surprised. He'd never spoken like that, ever. She wanted to ask him a billion questions - they would have been much better than 'what,' that was certain - but there was no time. It seemed there possibly was some history between them. At least that's what she was guessing. She remembered her conversation with Orin earlier, Some new enemies this summer, she recalled. That memory hadn't exactly relieved her. Riley didn't know why he didn't want her to do anything until she turned to face the daughter of Apollo and heard her. Suddenly she had a need to grab her purse and stab her with one of her daggers, especially when Lucy had grabbed his collar. She never was a good rule follower but for once, she decided to wait and listen to what Orin said. Well, for now. I should at least see how this goes. If she does something that extremely ticks me, she'll get a taste of my combat boots, she told herself. That didn't exactly stop her from balling up her fist though. She knew that Orin would never threaten anyone. He was a good person. He had nothing to hide. At least a moment ago, he was a little weird, sure, but Riley figured it was just nothing. Perhaps her imagination, or just his nerves being weird. She tried her best to reassure herself.

It was remarkable how fast he could switch his tone like he was some professional actor. Her brother may have said not to do anything, but she assumed that it meant she wouldn't start a fight. On the contrary, she made a mental reminder in her head to get ready for a kick in the gut if necessary. Riley still could glare at Lucy though, right? She regarded the demigod with cold and bitter blue eyes as if she was daring her to do something. Now here was the Orin she knew, joking around and rivaling Riley with his confidence. 'Whatever you think you have, Lucy, you're solely mistaken.' I was right. Definitely some history between them, she thought. Riley made every effort not to get too invested in the drama. She decided she was there to support Orin, nothing else.

[takara]

☂ | 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
| 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Lake | tags: Aydan | mentions: Celeste

Ophelia flinched at the touch, Aydan's cold hand sharp against her skin. A redness crept along her skin, and for once, she was glad that her hood covered her ears. Can I pretend I didn't notice? Crap, not when I already reacted. She settled on going for a gentle squeeze, an unspoken apology. She hardly noticed his words, but she nodded along. With any luck, I haven't just agreed to a polar bear plunge... Might end with me in one of those form fitting coats, the ones that make my shoulders clumsy.

Celeste was murmuring, words she should be trying harder to catch. "I don't wish to interrupt," Huh? Ophelia looked down at the their joined hands, we look just like a...no. She jerked away as if she'd been scalded. The thought made her head hurt. Losing to her mother had never seemed so dangerously easy... No. I am not a pretty princess, and I do not agree to this. She stepped back, eyeing the brunette's retreating form a moment before turning to Aydan.

"I, uh," She tore at her necklace, ripping a wing off, flicking it out into a knife, then returning it to the pendant in one smooth motion, not looking over at him. She cleared her throat. "Ahem, you hungry?" She asked, far too cheerily, as she drilled holes into his boots with her gaze.

✁ | 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.

☄ | 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓴𝓪 "𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂" 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
| 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Big House Ruins | tags: Skylar, Laurel, Mirabelle, Aiden | mentions:

Aggy bristled at Laurel's butchering of her name. Oh, so she can't even insult me to my face? She fidgeted in the saddle, eager to slide down and wipe that grin off the older girl's face. She snorted at the mention of the Big House. "And that went so well," Aggy hissed, splaying a hand toward the ruins before them.

"Bet you can't even fly without a pegasus, Sky Princess." She added matter of factly, then picked up Spicy's reins and turned the mare toward the approaching campers with pegasi. G. I. Barbie, good, it's about time. She glanced at the kid beside her, a boy who couldn't be more than twelve. He wasn't much to look at, but he had to be worth his weight in fighting to be brought with them. The redhead was more than happy to eavesdrop on their conversation, though she only caught something about a cart boy. "Who's that?" She asked, more to be part of the conversation than out of real curiousity.

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
| 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin circle | tags: [Izzy], Lucy, Orin, Riley

"Wh-?" Too late, Lucy had taken hold of his sleeve and showed no signs of letting go. She looked distraught, and her words only served to worsen the impression. Then she was sobbing, pointing at Orin like a scorned wife. No, grabbing his collar?! Hank shook her other grip off his sleeve.

"Luce, what under the gods is going on?" He ask-well, no-he yelled, tugging her gently but firmly away from Orin's throat. The lanky boy looked confused, but he'd hurt Lucy...probably? Izzy stiffened beside Hank, tight to his leg as if warning about something. He pressed around her to stay by Lucy, his hand firm on her arm. He glanced over Orin, trying to put it together. Orin's a friend he wouldn't do...whatever this is about, right? He wrinkled his brow, stumped by the scene before him. It was quickly becoming a case of her versus him, which did not fall in his strong suits. It wasn't like Lucy to lie, but this, this whatever, didn't sound like Orin either...

☘ | 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 "𝕁𝕖𝕟" ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕
| 16 | She/they | Demeter/Cabin 4 | Location: Outside cabin 13---> Dining Pavilion | tags: Ai | mentions:

Arfff! Jen was torn from their thoughts by the barking of a strange dog. Stupid firsties, shouldn't bring pets if they can't keep them under control. She turned toward it, fully expecting someone's chiahuahua to be poised at her ankles, coming in for the kill.

Needless to say, a full sized spotted hyena had not been on their radar. They blinked at it, hard, scowling when the image didn't shift in front of her watery gaze. Without a moment of warning, the hyena shifted, leaving a tall... boy? in it's place. I didn't know we had that many shifters. They tilted their head in thought, tapping a finger to their chin. New, perhaps?

The person was already launching questions at them like grenandes, leaving Jen to barely keep up. New or born yesterday? They cleared their throat. "I'm Ryan, Demeter kid. The bathrooms are over there," They gestured a hand toward the lavatories. Because apparently the sign isn't enough. She swallowed her sour thoughts and offered the kid a smile. They're new, probably scared out of their mind...or something. "The food's at the dining pavilion. I can take you there, if you want?" She paused to squint at the sky. "It's probably close enough to lunchtime." And if it isn't, no dryad would question me.

They nodded to themselves. Then looked up at Ai, waiting on their confirmation.

[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 looked over towards where Ryan had pointed.

"Ah thank you Miss Ryan! Going to Midgard makes everything a little hazy for a couple hours, so I can't see too well right now. Oh! I'm Ai, child of Loki." Nice to meet you. That would be great; I just have to use the rest room real quick." Ai tokd her.

The thought of food did sound amazing to the point where if going to Midgard wasn't paying a toll on them they would have went there first

[Kveykva]

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

Orin kept his cool, and with what Lucy had cooked up, that worked in her favor. His attempts to play dumb worked flawlessly when he wasn't aware of what accusations she had to throw his way, and it aided her in pulling on a face more desperate than she felt. Hank's hand gripped her arm; she struggled, but only the bare minimum. Tears loomed in her eyes as he spoke, but she disregarded her brother's words. "Does this not affect you?" Lucy asked, removing Hank from her arm. "I thought it was a joke. Some sick prank you were pulling, like you wanted to be a son of Hermes instead. But you were serious..." her voice cracked. It left a hollow silence, just enough of a pause to leave those immediate to the exchange to wonder what exactly could have transpired behind everyone's backs. "You sold us out to Kingston, you quisling rat!"

There it was. The bombshell.

"You've turned the whole world against us, what is wrong with you?!" Lucy didn't get physical, grabbing his collar the one time was about as threatening as she got in close quarters. That didn't prevent her from lashing out verbally. "We all trusted you, you're one of us, aren't you? What could you have possibly gotten out of this? No─" she shook her head, scrubbing away tears. "This is about something bigger than us, isn't it? Something I─we couldn't possibly understand. Yet you still thought no one would call you out? That this would go unnoticed? You aren't the only demigod trying to protect something!"

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

"Bad." he repeated, eyeing the still wet canvas. This scene belonged on the mural; he already had a couple of other images spread out across the cavern's wall, most notably a vision of Lake Placid with Mount Marcy looming in the distance. He'd heard about the meeting earlier. He hadn't felt the need to participate. "I might come back to this one," Cain decided, though he didn't sound entirely certain about it. The oracle collected a thermos from the ground next to his canvas, taking a long drink of the hot coffee within. There may have been a taste of bailey's in it as well, but he made it a habit not to drink around younger campers. "You're..." he shuffled his thoughts in search of a name. "... daughter of Khione, right? Your kind of weather, I'd guess. The curtain's still open." Cain couldn't remember her name, but she wasn't a long-time camper. It was a new face to him, mostly. He stood and crossed the cave, intending to pull the curtain, but the sound of a second voice made him stumble. He didn't recognize her, and for a moment, he caught himself staring. "Are you new?" Cain inquired, as if the answer weren't obvious. "Better yet, are you lost?"

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

He kept his chuckle to himself, the shadows collecting his ring from the floor and returning it to his hand. Once he nestled it safely back onto his finger, his hands found their way to his pockets. He greeted Eris with a smile. "I'd rather keep them guessing." Death stated, studying the goddess before him. He couldn't say what he expected, but somehow, this wasn't it. "Eris. I'm not sure whether I should call you aunt or bastard. I felt we ought to meet properly, given how closely we'll be working together." His wings gleamed in what little light existed in the blackened room, the goddess' face reflected in their sheen. "Kna'ti qho synti. I'd like to get to know you, for better or worse." The foreign phrase rolled off his tongue in an almost musical fashion, punctuated with a tongue click at the end. Personally, Nicholas could do without all the whispering around the room. It was a wonder his aunt got any sleep at night; he soon remembered that he himself rarely slept for longer than a few hours in a week. That's probably how she does it. He approached, his demeanor nonthreatening. "Unannounced," he raised a hand. "I know, I know. I should have called first. But we can skip the pleasantries, just have ourselves a quick chat on the verge of insanity. Then I'll let you get back to what you do best." Nicholas had pulled the mask back on, he wore the face of Death for the goddess. This is what I want.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Woods|Tags/Mentions:Edgar,Auggie,open
As Cass was scolding Edgar she could have sworn for a moment that she heard what sounded like a laugh come from Auggie but when Cass looked Auggie's face returned to its regular grumpy expression. Cass thought for a moment before answering Auggie's question "Well yeah, but with some of them, he gets more excited about than others" Cass paused while Edgar moved from her shoulder to her forearm so he could get access to the pine nuts. Edgar immediately began to eat the nuts while being gentle about how he took them from Auggie's hand trying not to poke her with his beak. Looking over in the direction of the dining pavilion, Cass felt her stomach grumble slightlyI might just get some food for myself she thought before turning back to Auggie "I'm gonna head over to the dining pavilion but if you want to stay here and hang out with Edgar that's fine" Cass said with a small smile and shrug giving Edgar a little scratch on his neck while her funky little-death omen finished up the pine nuts.

Jack Morrison|18|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Dining Pavilion|Tags/mentions:Hank,Relia,Open
"Your welcome" Jack responded brightly glad that he could help Relia. "yeah" Jack responded looking around at the snow "But hey the snow covering everything looks beautiful". Jack always tried to look on the bright side and although things were pretty bad right now that didn't mean there weren't good things. Since Jack wasn't a year-round camper he never really got the chance to experience camp during the snow so at least now he could. Ooh maybe make a snowman with a couple of his friends. Jack was sure that would probably help lighten the mood, he certainly had plenty of hats and scarfs to decorate it with. "yeah I said bye to everyone I needed to " Jack replied although he had only said goodbye to Mira. He didn't want to hold everyone else up since they should probably get going. jack turned slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder "Thanks Hank" Jack beamed appreciatively before turning back to Relia who looked rather sad. "hey" Jack said gently placing his hand on her shoulder "There's a lot of skilled people going on the quest and I'm sure that they'll be able to defeat Khione" he continued giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Even though this situation seemed rather hopeless he didn't want to wallow in doubt there were a lot of things that he didn't know but staying hopeful was something he was good at and he was determined to stay positive and help everyone through this tough time.

[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: Dining Pavilion; Hermes Table|Tags: Vittorio|

An emotional shout drew Juliet's eyes to Lucy, who was starting a scene, it seemed. She shrugged, swallowing a mouthful of barbecue chicken as she pointedly disregarded the drama. "Don't care, not my problem." Her muttering came to a halt with another bite of the chicken thigh.
When the yelling grew too much to ignore, Juliet rolled her eyes. "Ugh, can they please take that somewhere else? I'm noshin' here!" she complained, waving her partially eaten chicken leg in the air for emphasis. "I mean, if you're gonna shtuch each other out, go to the woods or something. Geez." She ripped off piece of meat with her teeth, chewing forcefully in her irritation. She hadn't been whining to anyone in particular, but her voice was loud enough to carry down the table. A few of her cabinmates nodded in agreement, while a few others shot her annoyed glances. "Whatever. I'm taking my meat and I'm moving."
Where she had been sitting at the centre of the Hermes table, Juliet moved the the end furthest away from all the drama. She could still hear everything that was going on, but at least it wasn't quite as loud or obnoxious as it had been. She squeezed into a seat between some guy named Fred and a boy she recognised as a new camper. "Hey. 'Sup."
"Shh! I'm trying to listen to what Lucy's saying," Fred protested.
"Yeah, okay, sure thing, Fredward."
"It's Frederick!"
"Whatever, Frederica."
Fred simply groaned and shifted further down the bench, earning him a "watch it!" from one of Juliet's other cabinmates.
With him making an effort to ignore her, Juliet turned to the new guy on her left. "So," she stated casually. "You're new here, right? I think I remember taping all of your stuff to the ceiling. Oh wait, that could've been someone else."


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Lucy, Orin|

"Orin Gorman!"
The sound of Lucy's voice had Kathryn's head whipping towards the source.
"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?" If the first shout hadn't gotten her attention, this statement certainly did. Kathryn leaned forward in her seat, watching the situation unfold with keen interest. I wonder... She knew Orin had been hiding something for quite some time now - her skills in perception as well as her open ears had told her that. Was his dirty laundry finally being aired for everyone to see?
The thought of tasting Orin's secrets was a decadent one, but the scene that followed was even more delicious. The confused denial, the looks of shock and anger spreading across the crowd... she had to get involved. "Oh my gods, what did you do to her!?" Kathryn rose to her feet, stalking over to where they were arguing.
The answer came soon enough, but it was not what she expected. Orin selling them out to Malcolm Kingston!? It was hard to believe, but Kathryn didn't care if it was true or not. Whoa. This is some quality drama. She had read all about Kingston on the news; being one of the few who had a cellphone stashed away. Despite the urge to smile, she donned an expression of absolute horror. "See? I told everyone we had a spy in our midst!"
The crowd of demigods in the pavilion chattered like a swarm of locusts. Yes, yessss. Oh, this is gold. A tiny twinge of guilt gnawed at her dark, shriveled heart, but she squashed it under her heel like a bug. Nothing personal, Orin. This is just too good to pass up.

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

Someone was... wait, was that yelling?
Chuck pulled one of the headphones clear from his ear, just managing to catch the tail end of Lucy's tirade. Nope, nope nope nope nope nope. The satyr quickly clamped the headphone back over his ear, turning up the volume on the walkman.
"Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever"
He found himself humming along to the song, drowning out the clamour with the sweet, sweet tones of the Beatles.


|⊙|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.

[sammy,]

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

hank shook her grip off his collar. that would have been appreciated, if not for the fact that his own pull had lined up with it, and he'd launched himself backwards just a little too fast. a shooting pain, a writhing pain. it was nothing. it was probably nothing. it had to be nothing, lucy couldn't have anything, but the more he thought, the larger the lump in his throat grew - and hell if she wasn't making a show of it, dragging the syllables out, speaking too slowly and too quickly all at the same time. everyone was looking, waiting. jude in the corner of his eye, staring from across the room, baffled. leo shuffling into the mess hall and approaching, arriving somewhere behind lucy. that made sense. that lined up. time stopped -
"you sold us out to kingston, you quisling rat!"
he did what?

the ringing in his ears was almost intense enough to drown her out. all blood, rushing, but he heard her, heard the chatter, and could only stare, gobsmacked, mouth drying. that hadn't been what he had expected. "what are you -" he started, blinking hard.
and then the confusion passed, and it became something other. visions of the morning, when he had received the notification, when he had opened up to laika, to auggie, about this, this exact fear, being blamed for something when he was simply the messenger. his breath caught up with him and ran straight ahead. the door to the hall opened, someone else sifting through. a crown of golden hair that stopped and stared. he didn't care. he had to explain. everyone was talking.

"i'm sorry, what?" orin spat. his eyes hurt. "you think - how would i - i'm sorry, think about this, for just a second. i know, i know that you're all kind of - not well versed about the politics of the world and the geography of the world outside of this country, but how the hell would i have got in contact with some english politician? never mind why - because that's not - i can't even begin to explain why i wouldn't, because that is so - so out there -" okay. okay, he was managing. there was just one more bit. he needed the last bit. "i mean, we're not even from the same country. he's from back end of england somewhere, and i'm from -"
he was from...
"and i'm from..." the wind out of his sails, somewhat quieter. he had said it earlier. riley had said it earlier. he looked at her, frantically, then up at the rest of them, like it would be written somewhere, like he could copy it. "i'm from, uh..." he swallowed thickly. and then his eyes landed on felix, and it clicked. that stupid face. those stupid eyes. the stupid tremble in his stupid hands. if he could remember where he was from, then it wouldn't matter. he just had to remember. he just had to try. he was aware of someone saying a word, one of the campers that he couldn't look at, and it might have been the right word, but it wasn't staying, it wasn't sticking, and orin realised a great number of things very quickly.

he had to get out. off the bench, stumbling away, away from the eyes and the chatter and lucy and felix and leo and chuck - maybe not chuck, he seemed to be minding his business - and he wasn't sure if there were people trying to stop him, but he was running, and a hand reached out to grab at his arm but flinched back when they found it pulsing with electricity, and he reached the door, heard felix's voice, didn't listen to it, left - he had to leave, he had to get to his cabin. that was where he needed to go. that was where he would go. there were things in there that could help. surely, surely. it was cold, but he didn't care, and his cabin was farther than he remembered, but he didn't care. tunnel-visioned, he supposed. and he still couldn't remember where he was from.

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

as she approached, a man came to a curtain that blockaded what appeared to be a cavern from the rest of the world. the wind carried the girl's voice to her - russian, immediately recognised, and a weight off of her shoulders. it was foolish - the war was over. it was done. but a voice of an ally was a voice nevertheless. "new, certainly. not lost, though. more itinerant." she responded, a little smile on her face. "may i -" celeste didn't wait for much of an invitation, slipping into the warmth and out of the snow before the curtain closed.

her attentions turned to the girl, who she regarded with a nod. "zdravstvuyte," god, she hoped she had the accents right. she knew she did, but there was always that chance. a hand extended to cain, intended to be shaken, "celeste. the siren for lunch played, i was uncertain if you would hear it from out here." it was out of the way, and as her eyes drifted around, she could see why - a little gallery in a rock. horses made of fire and doors that opened to - "are those... teeth?"

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

"i can imagine," eris understood a lot, was the benefactor that stood behind most instances of chaos, and yet it seemed that she still did not have a handle on what exactly this god of death's intentions were. her eyes drifted over him with something like fascination as he spoke, and though no smile rose from the comment that may or may not have been a joke, there was a tinge of humour in there, appreciated as something above an insult. "perhaps a mixture of both. though - he was right, i must admit -" she paused, a long, raking look over the horseman. "you are taller than one expects." it wasn't quite banter, but it was as close as one was going to get from her. curiosity piqued when he spoke of getting to know her. there was no personality, not truly, that she could harken herself against - just the facts, the threads, the need that stretched through time. even as it was turned off, her focus uncontrolled, she could feel it, the changes occurring before they had even been put into place. she could feel the opening of the doors, feel the results, the flames. the latter was in a state of flux, but the former appeared certain - they were to swing on their hinges and allow all of the beasts autonomy of the overworld once more. "you have the proxy. if necessary, i can summon what remains of my spawn - atë has been muttering from her mists. though... i doubt that you came here to ask for help. you seem competent."

she wondered about his intentions, yes, but his intentions meant nothing when it came to his actions. her push for malcolm to go in his direction had been a sense of them, she supposed. eris was by no means a psychic, but some names held more strife in their future than others. and nicholas storm, though not the caricature of death that stood before her, was one that felt heavy in the strings. "then speak, death. the upper plane is a fragile thing. what is there to know?"

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual

☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆═━┈┈━═☆

Tags: Teilo
Location: Big House Ruins

Ash frowned as his show of slight affection didn't seem to read well."What, are you an Aphrodite kid now? You don't need to worry about your precious hair." he said deflecting the hurt from the seemingly rejection. He let the hurt go as he realized that he most likely offended Teilo's taste in clothing. "Oh. I didn't mean to offend you on your clothing taste." though the boy could use an upgraded wardrobe. Maybe having him visit the Aphrodite cabin wouldn't be bad. Thoughts to consider more once they get back.

"Ready" he repeated again in a whisper looking to the bags Teilo had with him. Ash side glanced at his own bag, did he under pack? He had a few clothes, the other pair of his earrings, and his leather bag of a special blend of Hypnosand given to him by Hypnos himself. Ash was honestly a bit scared to use the sand, he hasn't tested it's power yet. That will be fun to figure out.

He noticed the stir of emotions that Teilo displayed for a few moments out the corner of his eye. This boy surely was complicated, more so than anyone he has met and that says a lot with meeting these campers. He decided to ignore what he saw stir in Teilo... for now.. not wanting to pry and make him more uncomfortable more than he already had with his attempts at getting under his skin and showing him affection. Ash couldn't lie Teilo was interesting to him, he presented to be a challenge for Ash. Other people would give him the reactions Ash was aiming for but Teilo wasn't like that it seemed, maybe he'll remember Teilo's name after all. He chuckled to himself but it came out dry as he heard Teilo's question for him, fair enough he fire the question back. "In a sense, I've always wanted to do one of these things... go on a quest like a real hero, feel that pride and glory of defeating the big bad boss. I've always wanted it all but now that it's here I..." his mask of confidence and arrogance was slipping. "Of course, I'm ready." he said with a smile but was looking off into the distance at seemingly nothing.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

Auggie raised an eyebrow at the response but said nothing, watching the bird closely as he shuffled down Cass’ arm to get to the pine nuts. The faintest hint of a smile spread across her face as he gently picked at them. She was shaken out of her trance at the sound of Cass’ voice, grim expression returning instantly. “No, it’s okay,” she replied quickly. She wasn’t eager to head to the crowded dining pavilion, but didn’t want to be left responsible for the raven—even if he did seem perfectly capable of fending for himself. She watched Edgar finish off the last of the pine nuts before pushing herself to her feet. “He’d probably rather look for scraps from the Hermes table than hang with me,” she offered with a slightly forced attempt at a smile, but an attempt nevertheless. She nodded to Cass before heading over to the spot where she’d left her sword sticking out of the ground. Grabbing the hilt, she pulled it out, flipping the blade into the air and catching the smooth, amethyst stone in the palm of her hand, rolling it over once before sticking it in the pocket of her jacket.

She knew she’d have to eat eventually, and avoiding the dining pavilion in favour of hacking up trees didn’t seem like such a good idea, somebody always seemed to find her. Reluctantly, she turned in the direction that Cass had gone and began walking. It wasn’t long before she spotted Orin, heading in the opposite direction. For reasons she didn’t want to think about and entirely involuntarily, a smile crossed her face, but her expression fell the moment that she saw the look on his face, the way he was walking as if he were being pursued by something. “Hey,” she called, quickening her pace slightly to meet him, reaching out a hand to touch his arm. “Are you—“ She flinched, reeling back at the shock that pulsed through her hand. She didn’t need to ask the question to know whether he was okay or not. The answer was clear. “What’s going on?” She was still clutching her shocked hand, but she didn’t really feel it, the numbing sensation of panic already beginning to set in, her gaze searching his face for some kind of explanation.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares (unclaimed)|Dining Pavilion|tags: Juliet

Vittorio watched with wide eyes as the shouting and ensuing chaos went down. So Kathryn hadn’t been lying, there actually was a traitor at camp. He wasn’t sure if he should be worried about that. He wasn’t even sure how or if any of this affected him. Sure enough, the daughter of Hecate was up in an instant and throwing herself into the thick of things. His attention was drawn away from the action by a loud voice at the other end of the Hermes table and his eyes settled on a girl, waving a chicken leg around as she complained about the noise. It seemed a little counterproductive to be getting upset over people getting upset, but he kept his mouth shut. Or he was going to, until she came around and inserted herself into the already crowded bench beside him.

He nodded in response to the callous greeting, raising his eyebrows slightly at the interaction between the girl and a boy who was apparently called Frederick. Then the attention was turned on him. “Uh...yeah. Wait, what?” His eyes widened in concern, unable to tell if the girl was joking or not. Given what little experience he’d had with the Hermes cabin so far, he’d hazard a guess that she probably wasn’t, and settled for hoping that it had been someone else’s belongings. Not that he wanted to wish that on someone else, but he had enough on his plate at the moment, and the others were probably used to this kind of thing by now. “Is this…” He nodded in the direction of the commotion that she’d moved to get away from. “Is this a normal lunchtime for you guys or…? Should we tell someone?” He glanced around, not seeing anyone who looked to be an age of authority.