Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: The Van|Tags: Quest Group|

At Teilo's command, Mirabelle dutifully strapped her seatbelt across her lap. Aggy's mention of going through the dashboard did little to ease the nervousness churning in her stomach. One of the drawbacks of being in the passenger seat was that if they did get in an accident, she had the least chance of survival. But that was alright - better her than one of her friends.

She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the conversation regarding the name of the van. The combination name certainly wasn't pithy; that she had to admit. But if it made everyone happy, then she wasn't going to complain. With a soft sigh out through her mouth, the willowy blonde unfolded the road map of New York state that had sat idly in her lap. She had outlined the most expedient route in hot pink highlighter. Thankfully, it was one of those laminated maps - the highlighter could easily be cleaned off for future use if she needed it later. If I survive this quest. The notion of death sent a small shiver down her spine.

Right. Relax, Mirabelle. Ash told you to relax. Easier said than done. Mirabelle was not someone who could just 'relax'; always vigilant in case of danger. Especially on a quest. Focus on finding a hotel, or a motel, or just - ugh, just anywhere we can stay that isn't on the streets or in the car. We'd freeze our asses off. She worried the flesh of her cheek between her teeth as a well-manicured finger traced the highlighted route. "There are a few hotels and motels on route, but they're a ways out," she mused aloud. "...and I don't think any would be within our price bracket... I might have to use some charmspeak to get us a place to stay..." The last few sentences were more to herself than anyone else; the volume of her voice softening as she trailed off into thought. The notion of using charmspeak against an innocent mortal made her feel mildly ill. But if it was for her friends, she would make due. She would have to. Better than freezing to death on the streets.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Tulip, satyr/nymph NPCs|

Juliet had been about to try and get herself up when a satyr approached her - Tulip; she recalled. One didn't soon forget a female satyr. "Heya, Tutu, what's up?" She tried on her best smirk, but the fatigue tugging at her bones made it seem sleepy and unfocused. She let loose a small scoff as the satyr asked her question, rolling her eyes a little. "Uh, we were attacked, duh," she informed the curly-haired girl. "A bunch of venti and undead schmucks. You should've seen 'em; it was like a horror movie out there. Except with less stupidity and more yelling." She offered Tulip a lackadaisical grin as she gave the rundown, complete with dramatic sounds and gestures. It was reminiscent of the tale she had told Ryan earlier, though starting at the beginning of the attack instead of summarising the past few days.

Soon after she had finished, the sound of a horn being blown signaled a call to dinner. A late dinner, but dinner nonetheless. Juliet was at loathe to leave the confines of her blankets. Luckily, it didn't seem like she would have to. A flock of satyrs and nymphs soon flooded the cabin, taking food orders from the campers who couldn't leave the cabin. Juliet figured she would simply ham up her injuries and get some free labour out of it. Besides, she was fairly certain one of the Apollo kids would yell at her if she tried to leave. A tall, beautiful nymph was soon whisking out of the building to fulfil Juliet's requests. She had made a face at the quantity, but if there was anything Juliet was known for, it was her large appetite. Well, that and her notorious pranks.


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: The Beach|Tags: Orin|

Chuck shut his mouth long enough to drink in Orin's words, nodding to show he was listening every so often. At the mention of 'popping in and out', his brow furrowed in confusion. But Orin was moving on - there would be time for the question plaguing the satyr's thoughts after he filled the dude in on everything that had gone down.

"Uh - like, we were attacked, man!" Chuck explained. "It was - it was - gnarly. Uh. Like, totally scary. These like, skeleton dudes came out of nowhere! I think they like, took the fleece, you know? 'Cause they totally wouldn't have like, been able to get in otherwise, man. Like, the venti you would totally expect, you know? But like, then these skeletons and ghost dudes came in with 'em, and it was just totally jive, man. A bunch of dudes got hurt and stuff, and - uh - I dunno if anyone's like, dead. Uh -" He paused, scuffing his hooves in the snow. "Tulip like, got hurt and then it was all kind of a like, angry blur? I was just like, so ticked off that these dudes hurt my pal that I guess I sorta like, got all the satyrs to attack 'em? It was whacked, man. We played like, Village People stuff on the reed pipes 'cause like, it causes the strawberry plants to go bananas. Turns out it does the same for a lotta other plants, you know? So like - yeah, we put up a good fight. And like, Hannah - you know, the naiad? Yeah, she like organised a bunch of other nymphs to fight and stuff. It was pretty radical, man. But then like, the dead dudes started realising they were dead, I think. Uh - and then they just like, shut down, man. The venti like, totally freaked after that and started like, leaving. So I think we won?" He scratched his head of caramel curls, looking more confused than content with their supposed victory. "Like, anyways, dude - uh - how'd you get outta the Underworld, man? I thought like, the Doors of Death had to be open or something for people to come back, you know?"


|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Centralia, PA|Tags: Nicholas|

Vivienne examined the amulet as it was gently placed into her hand. It was a beautifully wrought piece of jewellery, made even more so by the way it gleamed when it caught the dimming light. She ran a finger over the crest in the centre as the Horseman spoke on.

His words struck a chord within her; that she could not deny. But her face remained stolid and impassive even as he closed her fingers around the amulet. The only indication of the emotion stirring within was the bitterness in her icy eyes. Her fist tightened around the jewel as she opened her mouth to speak; its edges certain to leave an imprint in her palm.

"A happy ending. You desire my story to have a happy ending." Her tone was colder than ever, marked with the hints of a sharp acidity. "There is no happy ending for me." She had known that from the beginning. Even before Audra - she put no faith in that sort of thing. Audra had given her hope. Hope for a brighter future; hope that she could escape the darkness of her life. But that hope was taken from her with the person who had instilled it. "This is no fairytale. There are no happy endings." Not for me. Not for anyone.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: chuck.
ivithe beach

a long winded, perhaps complex explanation of what exactly had occurred in his absence. and it appeared to be a lot. the more chuck went on, the more the pressure on orin's chest pushed. he didn't know if he regretted not being there for it or if he was thankful he didn't have to be in that scenario - especially not the way he was, not then. different now, he thought. he could've handled it like this. a breeze, halted. "so, quite a lot, then," he settled for saying, glancing around at the covered sand. "you won, though. that's good. always good, winning. love winning."

the question rose again, this time coupled with the fact that chuck had nailed it directly on the head. he almost wished he had a bell to ring. "is it so much to assume that zeus plucked his favourite son from the depths of condemnation and brought him back to the land of the living?" the attempted deflection was weak, and he shook his head. "no. you got it. always trust you to see straight through to the crux of the thing. doors are open. bit drafty down there, felt a breeze, thought i'd have a go. controversially, i'm not a big fan of wind, and having it in my paradise was quite annoying. living world wind is worse, it smells awful. really ruined my immersion. so i go up, to have a go at the guy who opened them, and, uh - whoop-de-do, i'm here."

funnily enough, the truth sounded more like a joke than the joke had. "like i said. need to talk to chiron. need to talk to everyone, actually. maybe i'll - have i missed my own funeral? could do it there, that'd be funny, wouldn't it?" a grin split his face. "they always said i'd be late to my own funeral, and look at me now. just in time to ruin it. imagine that. hope it's open-casket. i've always wanted to see my own face from another person's perspective. see what all the hype is about." a pause. "ehm, but - before that, i - i found something of auggie's. knives. do you know - any idea where she could be? i feel like she's missing 'em."

the horn rang. "you should go eat. you've had an eventful day. don't wanna miss that. maybe there'll be another exposition. that'd be funny. maybe the dining pavilion's been cursed. i could show up, pretend to be a ghost." he paused. they'd just been attacked by ghosts. maybe not. "no, no. i'll - i'll stay away. need a walk, anyway. feel the air in my lungs again."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside.

"i hope they don't just call him wine guy," aldous muttered. "doesn't even rhyme. it sort of rhymes, but not enough for it to sound good. it's almost... stunted. it sounds really awkward. wine guy, wine guy -" repeated, it began to lose its sense, the syllables becoming nothing more than noise.

"disneyland?" not that he hadn't heard of the place, but that he was surprised the comparison was made. "i mean, they have pluto, right? no hades, though. that's how you know that the romans had more cultural influence. a... cartoon dog." that was a weak boast. "yeah, i think so. i remember him having a sort of awkward surname. it was good. i liked the - the pictures, mostly."

"maybe it's -" the sound of a horn cut off his thought, and aldous jumped. "tell me that's not a war siren," it sounded a little too cheerful for that, nothing like an air raid. "i guess we'll find someone if we follow that noise."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨 ！！ x─────ix ✩
x──────i ii dionysus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: hank. ivi cabin circle.

a slice of maelstrom had the ventus scattering into nothing more than snow, and her attentions turned to hank, whose eyes were glazed, confused, gripped by the mania that elfie had attempted rather intently to miss him with. it hadn't worked. it had gripped him, and her, and there was something wrong with that, but when he began to giggle, she couldn't help herself from following suit.

the danger was gone. there was nothing more than that rescinding ecstasy, his joy contagious. she had missed this - the repercussions forgotten, the paranoia, the visions of horror that prevented previous usage cast aside for the bubbling happiness. "it hit you!" she managed through the giggles. "hank, i made you crazy!" the funniest thing she had ever heard, hand coming to clasp over her mouth. "this is so bad, this is so -" a fit of chuckles.

izzy was warning her about something, but she was unbothered, following his gaze to the scattered bones. "it's pretty," she agreed. "i like winning. should do it more often."
the sound of the horn interrupted her, and she laughed at the noise - it was so loud, so overt, so unbelievably offensive. "hank," she snickered. "they're gonna wonder where we are, and we're just -" another wheeze. "lookin' at bones. come on, come on, come on," somehow, elfie managed to stumble to her feet. "my arm hurts so much!" like it was joyous, a victorious thing. "we're gonna be late, come on, come on!" as impatient as a child and just as excitable.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐱 ！！ x─────ix ♗
x──────i ii hephaestus. iii seventeen. iiii tags: open.
ivi cabin seven - dining pavilion.

the horn woke jude from a vague, dreamless sleep. still a little chilly, but certainly warming - not the work of the blankets, but her internal furnace kicking back in, the coal feeding the fire once more. she didn't particularly want to waste anyone's time, nor their space, and given that she didn't feel on the brink of death anymore, it was time to leave the medical area. someone else would need it more. no need to loiter.

she stood, swayed on her feet a little as she tested her balance, and once certain that no, she wasn't going to topple over, she made her way out as quietly as possible, welcomed by the freezing air once more. she didn't really understand how people did it - dealt with the cold with nothing more than layers of fabric and space heaters. it felt awful, the sharp air causing her throat to constrict and her lungs to ache. but it was only a short walk to the pavilion, and not as bad as she perceived it to be, just a shock. a glance over at the still-burning fire, thankful for its prolonged existence, before the warmth of the mess hall made itself present again.
the entry was unsettling. this room was the last place she'd seen -

she wasn't going to think about it. just get to the table, sit down, and try not to look at the empty space on the bench across the room. nobody wanted to see her fall into a fit of tears, not when they were trying to recover from an attack. they needed a smile. the relief of victory. there were silver linings, just had to dig for them a little. no thoughts about her dead friend, and none about the manner in which he'd died, and none about the fact she'd been there and hadn't done anything, just the campfire, which was alive, and her fellow campers, who were alive, and the food, which smelt good, and nothing else.
she wasn't doing a very good job at convincing herself, but she pasted the smile on regardless, as it wasn't herself that she had to convince.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: quest group.
ivi the van

teilo had, admittedly, tuned out of the conversation a little when it became a mishmash of syllables, instead focusing on the unfurling of the map, following the nail as it travelled the roads. "if it's charmspeak some seedy businessman or sleep on the street, i know what i'm choosing," he said softly, as though that would lessen the emotional load. "we'll figure it out. pay them in 'we're saving your lives' points. they should appreciate that one," the exposition of demigods made things difficult. he wondered if people would be on their guards, if they'd know what they were looking for. only a matter of time before their faces were plastered all over the news, public enemies one through ten. the van was warm, but he shivered.

time to get going. the van was warm enough, everyone who was going to put their seatbelt on appeared to have done it, and he was itching to move.
he rolled off in second gear, recalling the advice from days in the village - where gritters were rarer than the light of the sun - and felt the van complain as it trundled onto the road. he was careful, given the icy conditions, but looked forward for the stretches of road where there was nothing but a vague speed limit and the light cast by other travellers. not a fan of residential areas in the slightest. "just direct me vaguely, i'll figure it out."

almost immediately after he started driving, someone pulled out in front of them, and the muttering began. a soft "tosser," - it was certain to be an interesting drive.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Chad, Reese

Auggie rolled her eyes when Reese spoke, though it was difficult to hide her relief that he had at least somewhat regained consciousness. “Would you shut up for like...one second? Maybe focus on breathing instead of wasting your air being a drama queen.” She did her best to steady him as he struggled to his feet, though it was difficult with only one good arm.

The ambrosia was doing its work; the overwhelming sense of exhaustion seemed to be fading, some of the lingering pain in her ribcage was beginning to subside, but it wasn’t acting fast enough. She’d retrieved the fleece from the attacking soldiers and that was what mattered, not how stupid she had been to run impulsively into them and get herself shot. Or how stupid Reese had been risking himself whilst trying to protect her. She ignored the clawing weight of guilt in her chest and focused on the issue at hand. Luckily, he'd managed to get himself mostly upright and she grabbed his outstretched arm, latching on with a firm grip, determined not to let either of them end up on the ground again.

“Probably,” she muttered in response, not bothering with twisting back to look in the direction Chad had gone. “He ran off that way looking like he thinks he’s the chosen one or something, so he better have. If he didn’t, I’m killing him too.” Her threatening tone had lost some of it’s usual fire, the words feeling flat and wrong. She drew in a slightly shaky breath before looking over at Reese. “Can you walk?”

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|the van|tags: quest group, Aggy

Jamie jumped at the loud exclamation from Aggy, an expression of mild horror on his face as her request sunk in. Surely she was joking, but given his previous experiences with the new camper, he wasn’t quite sure. At least the girl was putting a seat belt on, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she protested that. He smiled awkwardly at the reassurance that his idea wasn’t a stupid one, though he didn't entirely agree and didn't believe anyone else would either. “Uh, yeah. We could--” His words were cut off with a yelp of surprise as Aggy lunged at him, raising his hands up in front of his face in a pathetic attempt to protect himself from the red-haired missile. "Y-yeah, okay," he squeaked, hoping that concession to her overly-enthusiastic proposition would gain him back his personal space. "Sure, we can call it that."

The van started moving and concern for her safety took over his meek attitude. "You should probably be abiding by that seatbelt rule," he suggested, gently pushing her back towards her own seat. "I don't think flying through the windshield would be as fun as you think it is."

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|outside|tags: Aldous

Vittorio snorted at the contempt expressed for the moniker ‘wine guy’, shaking his head slowly. “Well, you don’t like Dionysus and you don’t like ‘wine guy’. What do you think they should call him?” He frowned at the repeated syllables. It didn’t sound good, though he wasn’t entirely sure why that was relevant.

“Yeah…” the word was slow, stretched out, as though he lacked confidence in his agreement. He wasn’t incredibly familiar with the world of Disney or it’s characters, but the argument sparked something in his memory, and he perked up. “No, hang on, there is. Hercules. There’s a whole movie. The Roman’s have a whole movie?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, though the cocky expression quickly faded as his own words sunk in. He wasn’t part of this. He wanted nothing to do with this. And he absolutely was not defending the Greek camp as if it were something he cared about. “Not that...that matters,” he added, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I believe that’s the signal for dinner, but I wouldn’t be surprised if another fight to the death was involved with that.” He’d seen enough drama already to understand how the people here worked. He nodded in agreement, altering his path to veer towards the dining pavilion instead. “Chiron should be there. I think…”

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Outside Athena cabin|Tags/Mentions:Nathan,Edgar,Open
Cass smiled as Edgar leaned into Nathan's touch enjoying the attention as usual. "It should be fine and besides he will probably need some extra food" Cass responded feeling bad for all of the animals that were left unprepared for the sudden cold. Thinking of the other Ravens that were under her care she made a mental note to check on them. Although if something was wrong with them Edgar would let her know. Cass remained silent while Nathan tried to convince her to eat the ambrosia. She bit her lip slightly trying to think of a way to convince him she didn't need it. Cass was actually rather touched at Nathan's concern "He's such a sweet kid" She thought which only made her feel worse about rejecting his help. "I mean if I eat the ambrosia I'll probably start crying in front of you since my nerves are frayed as hell right now and then you're just gonna get more concerned with me which I certainly appreciate but talking about the emotional issues that my mom gave me makes me want to scream and run for the hills" Cass thought to herself when Nathan asked, "how bad it could be".
Cass was brought out of her internal monologue when she noticed that Nathan was giving her...were those puppy dog eyes? She raised an eyebrow slightly a bit confused but mainly at herself since it was actually kind of working. Cass began feeling more conflicted but luckily the sound of the dinner bell gave her an idea. Cass looked down and let out a sigh before looking at Nathan again"How about this, I'll take the ambrosia and have it with my dinner, okay?" Cass asked Nathan a bit tiredly. She could eat the ambrosia with other foods so she wouldn't taste it and keep Nathan happy win-win.

Jack Morrison|17|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Cabin 10|Tags/mentions:Astra,Ophelia,Cain,Whiskey, Aphrodite npc's,Open
Jack tried to pry the bone from Whiskey's mouth so she wouldn't hit anyone with it but she doggedly held onto it. Sighing Jack put Whiskey down and she settled at the bottom of his feet, gnawing on her prize. This earned her a couple of weird looks from some of the Aphrodite campers. Whiskey ignored them and continued to chew on her bone. "At least it's not something alive Jack thought remembering the times Whiskey had brought creatures into his room. Jack turned when he heard the door open and smiled when he saw Ophelia entering. "I'm just glad I could help and besides I had help from these guys as well" Jack responded motioning to Cain and Astra. "Nope, everything went pretty smoothly all things considered" Jack said rubbing the back of his neck mostly just glad everyone was unharmed, scared, and certainly overwhelmed but unharmed. "How about you" Jack asked Ophelia looking her over to see if she had been injured his face furrow slightly with concern.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Quest Group
Location: Van

"Thank you greatly" a smile still lingered on Ash's face. As Teilo put his hand on the gearstick Ash leaned back into his seat and buckled with a click. He cleared his throat "Do we want to decide room arrangements or are we all sharing one room?" he spoke with his eyes closed tight. The question was for anyone to answer and to keep his mind off the initial lurch of the vehicle.

He wasn't too impressed with the combined name for the van but it seemed to help everyone, even Dahlia, Ash opened one eye looking at his half siblings sister then closed it again and huffed. He didn't think naming the van was necessary but it kept everyone distracted from their climbing nerves so he let it go. An eyebrow shot up at the mention of Mirabelle using charmspeak. "I could always put them to sleep if you don't want to use charmspeak." he suggested. A chuckle left his mouth as Teilo called another driver a tosser.

He jumped slightly at the shriek that escaped Jamie, his eyes flew open and turned to see what the issue had been. It seemed the red head basically launched herself into the cowering boys lap. This was in no way helping his already on edge nerves "Sit back cannon of fury or I'm going to put you to sleep with my sand." he hissed at the girl. He didn't need her recklessly rocking the van, not to mention it'd be distracting to Teilo and Mirabelle.

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan
Location: Cabin 1

Emerson was thankful for his positivity even if she didn't fully believe it. "Speaking of camp Jupiter what's going on there anyway? Why did they send you and your brother ? Not that I mind you being here but they must've had a reason?" the end was supposed to be a statement but it turned into a question. She sat down on her bed, exhaustion hitting her like a truck, she patted next to her like she had earlier in the day. That had seemed like ages ago now.

She shook her head in response to his question of a twin. Honestly, he could and had never said anything to her. "It must be hard, seeing time the way you two do. I imagine looking at the past is easier than the future since the past is already set and the future is never a set thing like you said." she thought carefully about his questions before answering. "Yes and no. I am sad he's dead... or was dead? But, unfortunately death is supposed to be a more permanent thing. Of course ghosts exist but I've never known of someone to come back fully. That has to change a person."

He was doubting himself, that was definitely her fault. "Don't doubt yourself, I'm sorry for suggesting otherwise, we'll find out if you are right soon enough. There's no way the Orin I know would come here and not make a wonderful commotion." she said with a smile. His question shocked her, although it shouldn't it was the second time he's asked in such a short period. "I-I'll live. I'm strong." with a snap of her fingers she turned the tv on to drown out her inner thoughts. She looked to it for a moment before turning her attention back to Conan with a smile covering her physical and mental exhaustion.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ the Van | Tags: Questing Group
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

Following Aiden's suggestion, many more flooded into the conversation. Mystery Machine, War Machine, Iron Van, though Teilo sounded pretty adamant on the name of Vanilla Ice. He wasn't planning to argue, but the title "Vanilla Iron War Ice Machine Van," or "Vi-Wi-eMVee" for short (which wasn't much shorter) had a hefty ring to it. "I'll just go with whatever." he stated, pulling on his seatbelt at Teilo's command. It was pretty clear none of them wanted to go shooting through the windshield, and Aiden doubted Teilo would be afraid to pull the e-brake if the situation demanded it. After talk of the van name died out, the discussion migrated to where they'd be spending the night. Aiden didn't have much to offer there, so the boy resigned himself to silence. Everything in his gut spelled anxiety for the days ahead, and it was safe to say he wasn't looking forward to saving the world any more than he had that morning. He didn't really hold anything against the people outside Camp Half-Blood's protective border, but why did it have to be them saving the rest of the world? It didn't feel very fair.

──────── 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧
────────── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬
[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Cabin 7| Tags: Ophelia, Stella, Mateo, Finn
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

Will expected more questions from the girl, but no more were asked. She departed when a second, more familiar face entered the scene. It took a few seconds for Will to put a name with the face that approached from the direction of the campfire, but once it clicked, his eyes widened. "Mateo!" he exclaimed, noting how much shorter the head counselor was since their last meeting. No, that wasn't right; Will had gotten much taller during the past three years. It was quite the transition, with equal benefits and drawbacks. He ruffled the other boy's hair, grinning in light of the battle. "Been a while, how y' been?" Wilhem felt as though he'd done more talking in the last two days than he'd ever done at camp, but these were strange times indeed. His excitement was swiftly extinguished at his younger brother's question, as well as Ophelia's disappearance in a direction unknown. "Safe," he answered, tone deflating to one better fitting the current tone. "Nearly died, I fear, but she'll be okay." Will nodded to the Apollo cabin behind him. "I'd tell you t' pay 'er a visit, but them's Apollo kids are bein' mighty defensive of their space. Want no visitors. "Loiters" as they's sayin'."

Stella. A pretty name, he felt. "I've never met anyone named Stella. You're the first, and I think that's pretty stellar." Ryan formed a pair of finger guns. "That's the one." At once, Stella was giving him commands. She was a little too bossy, especially for her age, but now wasn't really the time to be complaining. Besides that point, she looked dangerous enough on her own, Ryan wasn't willing to push his luck. When she offered the pot of hot water to the trauma nurse, he accepted it carefully, nearly dropping it in the process. Ryan's nerves were shot, and how he managed to hold the container of hot water at all was beyond him. "Ah -" he stammered, toddling with the pot slightly. "Right, uh - o-over there?" He spotted another of the medical team; Finn, she recalled him saying. "Be seeing you," Ryan dipped his head and moved on, crossing the cabin to meet the other child of Apollo. "Here's the water you requested."

──────── 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Centralia, PA | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞

Nicholas reacted a bit more harshly to her response than he intended. "You're standing in front of a prince, and you want to tell me this isn't a fairytale?" He bit back a laugh. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's not." The horseman leveled with her, looking the daughter of Khione in the eyes. "But you aren't getting anywhere with that attitude. Be optimistic, would you? This is it: rock bottom. You've been hurt. Crushed and abandoned. This is your darkest hour, and that means that there's nowhere to go except up." He held her by the shoulders with hands far too cold, shaking her firmly. "Loosen the bastard hell up and open your eyes. When you have nothing, you've got everything. A world of opportunity at your fingertips, but you're so stuck in the past that you can't see it." Nicholas released her and turned, running a hand through his hair. "You're so stuck on it, so trapped. You need - you need closure, that's what you need." He turned back to her, hand poised thoughtfully. That's the one thing you never got, that Camp Calf-Something or Khione or whatever never gave you. It likely wasn't in their power to, and it's the one thing you need." His hand performed a fluid motion, tracing an invisible shape in the air. "She might have my head for this, but screw her, I don't care what she says. What's she going to do, kill me?" He scoffed, pulling the image of a nostalgic face from the frosty air. "I'll give you two some time. Heaven knows you need it."

──────── 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳
[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin 10 | Tags: Jack, Astra, Aphrodite NPCs, Honey
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

He'd insulted her, but she didn't sound too taken by it. A positive, he supposed. Let's see how long it took for his luck to run out. "Okay is good." Cain managed, gulping down a few deep breaths to calm his heart. "Y-You're brave, at least. I can't even—" the thought alone completely reversed his attempts to keep calm. "I don't like ghosts." That was an understatement.

After a few minutes, his adrenaline started to fade, and the pain screaming from his arm became more apparent, leaving his attention divided. He tried to ignore it; he wanted to ignore it, because maybe if he turned a blind eye to the pain long enough it would go away. The fool-proof tactic to fend off monsters in the closet never seemed to work for Cain, so it was no surprise when it failed him once again. He tugged the sleeve up to his elbow, dismayed to find his arm coated in a thin layer of frost, unbothered by the cabin's warmth. He didn't know what a ventus was capable of, but common sense told him this bite wasn't good. "It hurts." How much was the real question, and Cain wasn't certain he could give an accurate rating. "It hurts a lot." That will have to do.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside - dining pavilion.

"well, the name i'd choose is bacchus, right? 'cause that's... but they're not the same guy. so it's - it's really confusing, actually," he was coming to terms with sudden code switch, but it wasn't going excellently - and the pensive expression became frustration as mention rose of hercules. "no we don't!" he huffed. "they use our name for it, but it's all 'zeus' and no 'jupiter' - i mean, his greek name was heracles, right? so why just... why change that to the roman one? it's - it's stupid, and it's - it's all just greek. like, i get it, we just sort of... assimilated a load of the myths and the gods, but they could at least account for that change." it was clear that he had intense opinions regarding the matter.

dinner, then. "have you tried their food yet?" aldous asked. "any good?" a fight to the death over food sounded rather roman, but not particularly his scene. he followed the new direction, spotting a few faces that drifted in the general direction of the mess hall. "let's hope so. hard to miss the horsey guy."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♅
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: emmie. ivi cabin one.

the question came as no surprise. when she patted the side of her bed, he moved almost hesitantly toward her, kicked his shoes off so not to drag the snow in, and collapsed on the bed widthways, staring up at the ceiling. "camp's surrounded," he answered simply. "we've had some word, a little bit of communication - from, uh, laika, but the praetor - eyre, her name is..." his eyes glistened for a moment, a memory caught. not so different from emmie, he thought, but something had twisted her into the mind of a legionnaire and refused to stray. "sorry. off track. we're surrounded by these soldiers. mortal soldiers, sent by some politics dude. but me and aldi, we can make doors, right? doors to anywhere. so she told us to - uh, 'come back with the politician's head on a pike or don't come back at all', which was pretty intense."

"harder for him, i think," conan said. "i mean, you see everything that made a person. he touches 'em, and feels all the pain they've ever felt. i just - it's rarer for me. it's only happened a couple times, and some of the things i saw haven't even happened yet." he pursed his lips. "it's weird to touch someone and see how they're gonna die." he tilted his head at her comment about her brother. "yeah. must be something going on." something much bigger than he had been prepared for.

"right. yeah. sure," he smiled, leaned back a little bit. "you've been through a lot. you don't have to be." he paused. "stong. i mean. no one would blame you if you weren't." strange to hear from a roman demigod, but that was the way that things were sometimes. the television flicked on, and he let out a little laugh. "that's cool."

the horn rang out, first a shock, and then a sense of calm. if he was being honest, he was a little too tired to be hungry, and sitting down in the warm after such vigour spent in the freezing cold was a respite that he felt he needed. "i can, uh -" a yawn broke his thread of speech. "get'cha something, if you want."

[takara]

☂ | 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin 10-> Dining Pavilion | tags: Jack, [Whiskey], (Cain, Astra) [they're kinda just there? she's not talking to them, but they are there) | mentions:

Having been focused on other things, she finally caught sight of the creature escaping from Jack's grasp. Ophelia quirked an eyebrow at the grumpy cat. Protruding from her mouth was a bone bigger than the cat herself. She's tearing at it like a dog, bless her heart. Her gaze softened. "Good, good," She nodded to herself, turning back to Jack. Noticing him scanning over her for marks, she held up her bandaged hand.

"Nothing to fuss over," She smiled, as if that would make it look like less. A long horn blast settled any arguments. She straighten, her smile growing more genuine. Thank the gods, we're settled enough to still have dinner tonight.
"Alright everyone, dinner time!" She called brightly, adjusting Mateo's coat before twisting the door open. She scanned the snowscape, and seeing it fit enough, she lead them outside, hand on bracelet.

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Outside | tags: Auggie | mentions:

Reese shook his head gingerly, too aware of how fuzzy his small sibling looked. He spoke slowly, soft words over the screaming of his chest. "Afraid not, Aug. You get me speaking or you get me snowbound." He held fast to her, clearly preferring the first option. His larger frame was throwing her off balance, so he hunched over her to make it less drastic of a height difference. The remaining mess of monsters had scattered, or so he thought. They had more interest in the Fleece than two battered campers at least.

He nodded numbly and hazarded testing his footing. Normally, he would offer an excuse for the inexperienced camper, some buffer against his fierce sister. But, damn, that kid was foolhardy. He winced, managing a step half his normal stride length. Dear God, may I simply inquire: whyyyy? "I had better, be able to." He growled, a sharp contrast to the stuttering shuffle of his feet.

☄ | 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓴𝓪 "𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂" 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: The Van | tags: Quest group | mentions: Jamie

"Dope!" She squealed happily, clamping her hands together. Her seatbelt tensed in protest of her sudden movement, and Jamie was saved by the mechanism catching her as she slackened, pinning her to her seat. She grunted and squirmed against the thing, but it held back. "Emmmmh" She groaned in irritation.

Giving up on her losing battle, Aggy sighed and glared out a window before being struck by an idea. "Can we have some music? Or are we going all 'Ninety-nine bottles of beer?" She called to the front seat, jerkily turning forward to do so.

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin Circle | tags: [Izzy], Elfie

Hank kept laughing, Elfie's response echoing back. It was impossible not to get caught up in it. Tears of mirth crinkled at his eyes. "It's-it's, woah!" He meant to say more than that, but his words were tripping over themselves as they tumbled out of his mouth. It's the apocalypse, and I feel fine. Wait, that's not the lyric? His expression went blank. "I'm gonna die," He breathed. There was no fear, just an awed statement of fact.

The world ended, why am I still here? He turned to Elfie, meaning to voice this, but a hunting horn cut across the rubble. Narnia?! Shoot, I am in no condition to join the hunt, Hank stumbled to stand to attention. His best impression of what he assumed 'at attention', meant, that is. He practically smacked himself in the face with raising a hand in a half salute, but it fell to his side at Elfie's words. Move? Food? Food! While his head had not a clue what was going on, his stomach jolted to life at the familar sound.

He wrinkled his nose. "You don't always win?" He asked incredulously. I could never! He shook his head and launched after her, throwing his head back to join in her raucous laughter.

Izzy backed away, then glanced between the two teens skeptically. Tail tucked, she loped after them at a safe distance of several bus lengths. This was not part of her assignment.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Cabin 7|tags: Ryan, open

They had walked straight into pandemonium, and though the battle was over, it seemed the tragedy had only just begun. It was terrifying. It was worse than she’d expected it to be. And despite all of that, a laugh escaped her at the play on words regarding her name. “That was terrible,” she said with a smile, as though the joke being terrible was a good thing.

The light mood faded quickly, attention turning back to more pressing matters. She hadn’t expected him to take the pot of water from her, or for him to struggle so much with the weight of it, but he seemed determined. “Are you—” She bit her lip, not getting the chance to make sure he was alright before the man was staggering away in the direction she’d indicated. She considered following, making sure both he and the water made it over safely and seeing what she could do to help with the girl, but she was fairly certain Ryan was capable, and if Finn had help from him then she probably wasn’t needed. There were plenty of other injured campers crowding the cabin, it was best to make herself useful somewhere else.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|outside|tags: Aldous

“This place was confusing enough before you showed up. I’m not even going to try comprehending the Roman alternative or...how any of that connects.” He already had, but it wasn’t going well so it seemed preferable to just block it out of his head. Except that he wasn't very good at blocking things out of his head. He glanced over at the outburst, eyes widening slightly. “Touchy subject?” He considered the issue for a moment, cocking his head to the side. “I think they were probably trying to appeal to western culture. I doubt they cared too much about accuracy making a movie for kids.”

“It’s alright,” he shrugged in response to the question of food. Truth be told, he’d been more focused on moping and concocting a plan to get himself home then actually tasting it—and his lunch had been slightly interrupted by Juliet and her gang of Ares thugs. He scanned the streams of campers heading towards the dining pavilion ahead of them. He didn’t recognize any of them, but he hadn’t really expected to. He was surrounded by unfamiliarity, closing in on every side. Aldous spoke again and Tori was pulled from his thoughts, raising an eyebrow at the comment. “Hang on, so I can’t say wine guy but ‘horsey guy’ is fine? How does that work?”

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Reese

The softness of his voice and the way each word seemed to take more effort than it should have worried her, but she brushed it off with a groan and an eyeroll. “Great. This is worse than being shot.” Under different circumstances, she may have taken him hunching over to match her height as an insult, but she was too focused on trying to keep them both upright, and the diminishing of his size did help a bit. He took a shaky step, and she shuffled along beside him, doing her best to support as much of his weight as she could. Trudging through the snow again, clinging on for dear life, the aftermath of a battle scattered around them. There seemed to be a repeating pattern that she wasn’t too happy with. It had already felt like her world had ended, so why did it keep going? Why couldn’t whatever forces were conspiring against them get the memo and just finish it off?

Because they were still walking. They had both had bullets put through them and yet they were still stumbling through the snow at a snail pace. It was painful, but she couldn’t seem to stop fighting for breath. “Why would you do that?” she asked finally. “You should have been more careful.” It was pointless to berate him over it. He’d saved her life and she was grateful for that, but she had to say something. Anything to keep him awake and on his feet. Anything to keep her mind from wandering back to things she didn’t want to think about.

Unfortunately, avoiding things doesn't work very well when you're walking straight towards the thing you're trying to avoid. Auggie glanced up as they neared the cabin and her breath caught in her throat. Her legs stopped moving. She had to go. She had to get Reese inside to safety, but she couldn't move. She couldn't look at it and she definitely couldn't go inside. Her eyes were locked on the ground, and she could only hope her half-brother was too out of it to notice the blurry sheen that had appeared there or the way her breath was coming in shallow, shaky gasps. "We need to...where did...I can't..."

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: The Van|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle nearly laughed aloud at the suggestion that they all share one room. "I think not," she replied instead. "As things are, we wouldn't be able to book a suite on such short notice." She could always use charmspeak, but there was no way in Tartarus that she was about to force some poor family out of a room that they payed for. That would be uncouth, not to mention completely heartless. "Putting them to sleep is an option... but we'll still have to get keys or keycards and rooms. Besides, I think the other hotel staff might find it odd if the desk clerk just... er... passes out on the job." She offered a sheepish wince Ash's way; a nonverbal apology. "As for rooms - I don’t mind sharing a room with any of you - gender separation is an antiquated concept, after all. Does anyone have certain preferences?"

The chaotic sounds coming from the back seat were enough to make Mirabelle risk a glance in the rearview to see what was going on. She was about to insert herself into the situation in an attempt to mediate, but it seemed Ash had it covered. At Aggy's suggestion for music, she couldn't help but nod a little. It wasn't a bad idea by any means - the only issue was, she doubted the group would have similar tastes. It could cause more of a conflict than anything, and she would rather avoid that. But music did help whenever she was feeling ill in the car; that she had to admit. She was doing alright as things were, but Teilo hadn't pulled anything too crazy as of yet.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Tulip, satyr/nymph NPCs|

Juliet had been about to try and get herself up when a satyr approached her - Tulip; she recalled. One didn't soon forget a female satyr. "Heya, Tutu, what's up?" She tried on her best smirk, but the fatigue tugging at her bones made it seem sleepy and unfocused. She let loose a small scoff as the satyr asked her question, rolling her eyes a little. "Uh, we were attacked, duh," she informed the curly-haired girl. "A bunch of venti and undead schmucks. You should've seen 'em; it was like a horror movie out there. Except with less stupidity and more yelling." She offered Tulip a lackadaisical grin as she gave the rundown, complete with dramatic sounds and gestures. It was reminiscent of the tale she had told Ryan earlier, though starting at the beginning of the attack instead of summarising the past few days.

Soon after she had finished, the sound of a horn being blown signaled a call to dinner. A late dinner, but dinner nonetheless. Juliet was at loathe to leave the confines of her blankets. Luckily, it didn't seem like she would have to. A flock of satyrs and nymphs soon flooded the cabin, taking food orders from the campers who couldn't leave the cabin. Juliet figured she would simply ham up her injuries and get some free labour out of it. Besides, she was fairly certain one of the Apollo kids would yell at her if she tried to leave. A tall, beautiful nymph was soon whisking out of the building to fulfil Juliet's requests. She had made a face at the quantity, but if there was anything Juliet was known for, it was her large appetite. Well, that and her notorious pranks.

|✂|Liv Keary|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Half-Blood Hill --> Cabin 11|Tags: Satyr NPC --> Open|

"Slow down! You're gonna kill someone!"

The wild-eyed girl in the driver's seat swiveled her head to glance over at her passenger. "Yeah, and if we're lucky, it'll be you." A car horn blaring from a nearby driver made the satyr beside her jump. "Eyes on the road!" "Keep talking and it'll be your eyes all over the damn road!"

The satyr - Glenn - clamped his mouth shut; likely a smart move given the angry growl in Liv's voice. Unfortunately, it only lasted a few moments before he unwisely decided to continue his chastisement. "You really thought stealing a car was the best way to get us from the airport to Camp Half-Blood? Hang a right here!" Tires screeched against the icy road as Liv swerved to follow Glenn's directions. The redheaded satyr cringed and clutched the grab handle, whimpering like a frightened puppy. "What else was I supposed to do!?" "I could've called us a taxi! Do you even have a license?" "Do you even have a brain?" "...look, we're almost there, if you would just slow down -" Liv stomped a steel-toed boot hard on the gas pedal. Glenn let loose a strangled yelp of terror, his knuckles quickly turning white against the grab handle. "I said slow! That's the gas, not the brake!" "I know."

- - - ✂ - - -

The snow only seemed to come down harder as they drew closer to their destination. Liv fumbled with the windshield wiper controls, swerving on the icy roads. The dimming light of dusk only further limited her visibility.

"Careful!" One sharp glare Glenn's way sent him into a panicked silence. The only sound apart from the screeching tires was the heavy metal music blaring through the crackling speakers. As she skidded on yet another patch of ice, Liv's ever-present scowl darkened. "What is this crap, Christmas in July?" "...um, it's June." "Do you think I care what month it is!?" Glenn flinched, his palms shooting up in a gesture of innocence.

It wasn't long before the old ford came shrieking into the driveway, spinning into a turn as it lurched to a stop.
Glenn scrambled out of the car and fell to his knees, kissing the snow-covered ground in a comedic display of gratitude. "Oh great Pan, I thought I was dead for sure."

"There's still time for that." A small shriek escaped the satyr as he glanced up to meet the eerie silver gaze of a glowering Liv. He staggered to his hooves, shrinking back from her although he towered over her petite frame. "Uh, yeah, so, uh -" "Stop stammering and just get on with it." "This is Camp Half-Blood, home to demigods and -" "Boring. Just show me where to put my stuff. You already blabbed on about this 'camp' and 'what it means to be a demigod' the whole plane ride here." She rolled her eyes so hard that she thought they might fall out of her head "Yeah - okay. Um, follow me to the H-Hermes cabin. It's where all unclaimed -" "Yeah yeah, where unclaimed demigods stay until their oh-so-mighty godly parent decides they're worthy enough to be claimed." Liv spat the words like venom, evicting a small flinch from Glenn. "You only said that a hundred times on the flight." "Uh - heheh... right... I'll just show you where it is now."

Liv stomped after the satyr as he led her to a section filled with buildings of all shapes and sizes. Though she said nothing, her pale eyes flickered around the snow-covered area, taking everything in with veiled curiosity. The architecture in some of the buildings was stunning. Others left some things to be desired, and it was one of the latter that the satyr approached. Glenn hurriedly opened the door to a rather beat-up-looking wooden structure; the only building that looked like a cabin at all if you asked Liv. Her bag rolled over his hoofed feet as she marched past him into the warm air.

The inside wasn't much to marvel at, but it was certainly larger than the trailer Liv had called home for most of her life. With a small grunt, she hefted her bag onto a bunk that seemed unoccupied.

"Can I get you anything, or..." "Leave." "Yes ma'am." "Don't 'ma'am' me!"

As she took in her surroundings, a small sigh huffed out of Liv's pierced lips. Well. I guess this is home now. She glanced around at the posters and photographs plastered on the walls. I wonder how long this one will last.


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: The Beach|Tags: Orin|

All the blood drained from Chuck's freckled face at the news that the Doors had been opened. "Uh. That's - that's like. That's bad, man. That's totally bad. We gotta tell Chiron!" Orin was talking again; agreeing that he did in fact need to talk with Chiron. Everyone actually, he'd said. Through the haze of panic filling Chuck's mind, he caught the inquiry about the funeral. "I - uh - like, no, man, that's like, campfire tonight. Uh. Yours and like, everyone else's." The satyr shuffled his cloven hooves in the snow, the weight of grief joining the whirlwind of anxiety inside his chest. "And like, bodies are burned, not buried, man, you should know that by now." A lame attempt at humour to lighten the mood. Uncharacteristically morbid, but he hoped it would do. With a nervous chuckle, the satyr continued on. "Auggie? Oh - like, yeah, the scary Hades girl - uh - last I saw her was like, in the fray of battle, you know? Or - I think. Uh. Like, saw a flash of purple sometime, but it's like, honestly kind of a blur."

In his ramblings, Chuck had completely missed the sound of the horn ringing out across camp. "Like yeah, food! That like, never fails to cheer everyone up, man. At least a little." He was about to offer if Orin wanted to come with him, but quickly recalled what the other boy had said. "Yeah, like, gotcha. Uh, do you want me to like, let Chiron know you're back, or... uh... 'cause it totally sounds like you guys gotta talk, you know?"