Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle didn't miss the muttered "sorry" under Teilo's breath, though she hadn't the faintest idea who he was apologising to or what for. Nonetheless, it was none of her business so she didn't comment on it.

"Okay, so Teilo's with Ash for rooming... I'll take Aggy if no one has any objections, but - well, she seems to be sleeping as of now -" another wry glance back at Ash "- so we'll have to ask her if that's alright when she wakes up." Mirabelle thought out of the lot of them, she might be the best equipped to handle Aggy. Well, her or Aiden. But she wouldn't want him to have to put up with Aggy's antics, and besides - she had earned some credit with the young demigod in their skirmish with Juliet the other day. It almost felt like a lifetime ago - that had been before the snow, before the prophecy, before the quest. It wasn't a simpler time by any means; there was nothing simple about demigod life. But the knowledge that the fate of her home rested on her shoulders was enough to make her wish things could be different.

Teilo's voice broke her out of her wistful musings. Zut alors, Mirabelle! Retrouver ton équilibre! It would do no good to daydream about normal life. This wasn't normal; things weren't even remotely okay. She had a job to do and she should be doing it rather than staring off into the distance like some spaced-out imbecile. "Er - yes - right. About that." She held the roadmap up so she didn't have to risk looking down to read it. Even so, her stomach gave a mild twist in protest. "There are a few hotels and motels along the route - a hotel is bound to be more comfortable, albeit more expensive. But I'm not sure we could afford even a few motel rooms, and we will need money for other purposes no doubt..." Her eyes grew a shade greyer as she worried the flesh of her cheek between her teeth. "Chances are I'll have to use charmspeak no matter where we stay." Her gut squirmed, though she wasn't sure if it was from the preemptive guilt or trying to read a map in the car. Using charmspeak to acquire lodgings was nothing she hadn't done before. But she couldn't help but feel like she was taking advantage of people by using it; abusing her power against defenceless victims. "...if that's the case, why don't we choose the more comfortable option? There's a Hampton Inn near Medford - Farmingville, actually - that's about... um... 50 miles from here give or take? Look for exit sixty-three. A hotel should have some room at least, even on short notice. Besides, there's usually a free breakfast. Well, not free, but - included in our stay." She adjusted her scarf around her neck; loosening the knit material slightly. The heat blasting from the air ducts had finally reached her. A small luxury, but a luxury nonetheless. "Oh - and I would warn against hotel coffee. It seems to get worse at every time I've had it." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "If need be, we can find a coffee shop on the way."


|⟡|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: Dining Pavilion; Hermes Table|Tags: Corey|

In the end, Liv had decided to try moving to a different table. The cabin eleven kids - Who's their parent again? Herbies? Hermione? Ugh, I should've payed more attention to Hadestown - were too rambunctious and chatty. She would have punched them all in the face if she had a thousand arms. Instead, she had oh-so-politely asked for them to "shut the hell up", though when they hadn't responded she had used far more colourful language. That only served to make the lot of them seem highly amused, so she took her food and left before the urge to throw her plate in someone's face won. Now it was just the question of where to sit...

“What’s up half-pint? You new here? You look a little lost.”
If Liv hadn't been holding a tray of food, she would've socked the person right in the gut. Instead, her knuckles clenched white around the edges and her jaw clenched in frustration. "I don't remember asking for your opinion." The quip about My Chemical Romance sent a jolt of naïve excitement through her body before she quickly crushed it beneath the heel of her black combat boot. There's a My Chemical Romance concert?! - No, no, Liv, she's just screwing with you. Jesus Christ, do these jerks have nothing better to do today? "Haha. Very funny. Everyone assumes the goth chick likes MCR." Liv rolled her eyes before bringing herself to stare up at this insolent newcomer. "Why don't you eat some of my makeup? Maybe it'll make you pretty on the inside. God knows your outside could use a complete overhaul as well. You look like something I drew with my foot." Insulting someone's looks was a low blow, and an easy target. But they started it. Judging someone's music taste based on their appearance. So what if it wasn't wrong? It was still rude. And no one was going to out-rude Liv Keary; not if she had anything to say about it.


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

Vivienne's face remained eerily impassive as she listened to Nicholas as he explained exactly why she couldn't have the one thing she wanted, no - the one thing she needed. Her heart sank deep into the waves of her sorrow. It is not that he cannot do it - he will not. Her gaze fell as she watched her hopes plunge and land with a thud on the floor of the dusty church, rolling beneath the pews. She thought it better to leave it there. What was the point of hoping? Hope - the cruelest emotion of all. All too easily crushed; leaving sand streaming through her fingers too fine and fast to hold.

Vivienne visibly flinched at the mention of Bob and Jean - her last foster parents. Dark and dreary memories flashed across her field of vision. She knew what had happened now, of course. The electrocution. The heart attack. It was no defective coffee maker. She had been quiet and reserved then, and there's a lot you pick up when you're not saying much. She hadn't missed the guilt twisting her fondest friend into pieces, despite how horrid of a person Bob had been. It was an accident - she knew that. They were just discovering their powers then; unbridled forces of emotion made physical. It had stormed horribly that night. The night she'd overheard the social worker saying she was going to split them up. The night Audra asked her to run away with her, and she agreed. Running away. It was all she had ever been good at. Audra was a fighter, but there was only so much fighting could get you at that age. The adults never took them seriously. They never listened to what they wanted. It was all what was most convenient for them. Whatever was easiest in the selfish eyes of the grown-ups.

Nicholas was still talking - more defence as to why he couldn't just restore life on a whim. She understood - she did; logically it would be unjust to use a power in that manner. But Audra's death had been unjust. Still - it wasn't a position she wanted to put him in. The fight had gone from her entirely now; her slender frame slumping under the weight of her grief and exhaustion. It still hurt - it hurt that he wouldn't bring her back. But she understood. She wasn't special - she shouldn't expect any special treatment. She had her answer, and the answer was no. Now, only what question remained.

"Where do we go from here?" Her voice sagged with fatigue; rough with the jagged edges of absent tears. She was tired - she was so, so tired; the kind of tired that sunk deep into your bones and dragged you to the floor. But she couldn't go back to Khione - could she? Not after everything that had happened. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps she'd go back tomorrow - play the obedient incognisant daughter for a while. Just until she had enough to figure out what Khione was really up to. It was a half-baked plan, but a plan nonetheless.

[takara]

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
17 | Hades | Cabin 7 | Stella

Reese nodded stiffly, not up to expend more energy on speaking. Stella was correct, he supposed. The healers would deal with him. Just as their father prescribed. He winced, focusing on taking breaths and remaining upright rather than the Hunter's words. "Hmmmmph? Er, that sounds great, just wonderful." He choked out. His throat was thickening again, and the son of Hades tried to remain calm when all he wanted to do was drink in as much air as possible while he still could. No! He scolded himself. If you fight it, then you'll run out of air faster. Run out of air, you pass out. Come on Reese, this is the basics, ease up.

Even knowing how rough the situation was, it was difficult to avoid. His eyelids weighed too much, and his limbs were coated in cement. Just a moment, to rest my eyes, He told himself, letting them flutter shut. His feet did not get the memo, and the next thing he knew, Reese's body was pitched forward as his feet remained stuck in a patch of snow. "Shhhhhh-owww!" He screeched, cutting off midword as his chest erupted in pain. His eyes went wide, and he loosened his death grip on Stella to slide down into the snow.

"I...no..." He shook his head, waving around himself with a hand, then flapping it at the cabin, only a mere meter or two away, and decked out with a wheelchair access ramp. Oh lord, this is embarassing. It was a vain thought, but Reese's mind was officially shot. The edge of his vision was going dark, and Reese pressed a palm to his temple, but it only got worse.

➹ | 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
17 | He/him | Apollo [Head Counselor] | Dining pavilion | [Izzy], Elfie, Chuck-> open!

"Good, good, that's great!" Hank tried and failed to stop himself from smacking his hands together at Chuck's reassurance. His whole face wrinkled as he tried to make sense of Chuck's next words, though they made none. If Chuck means the song, then he clearly means he's not from earth... and he's 'waited a thousand years'? Whoa! "You're..." Hank's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You're, an alien?" He asked, wholly awestruck. Then his face fell, "And you never told me? How could you! CHUCK! I thought we were friends!" He sounded completely gutted at the news.

The smell of something delicious, caught his attention, and Hank sniffed deeply. This conversation can wait. His turned toward the scent and trailed after it in a daze, scooping up a plate and robotically filling it with the saliva inducing food. He watched as the red sauce dripped off the serving spoon, staining the noodles he didn't remember scooping red.

™ | Zeke Hopewell
17 | He/him | Hermes | Outside Cabin 7--> Dining pavilion | Hamish, Elios

Zeke looked up at the interrupter, dark eyes not missing a beat when they caught on the shock of green locks behind them.
He rolled his eyes, more out of amusement than annoyance. "It lives! How are you, monkey boy?" He asked, a smirk playing at his lips. "Weapons, but I'm sure that wouldn't interest you," He said, raising a hand to completely ineffectively block Elios from hearing. "This one thinks he's an anime protagonist, never take weapon advice from him, he knows nothing!" He told Hamish with a wink before returning to banter with the Dionysus kid.

Before he could speak, a horn sounded, and Zeke practically did a one-eighty to rush after the sound before remembering his place. "Oh, that's dinner! Ham, if want to get patched up first, that's fine, but I'm personally going in before the Hermes table is overrun." Zeke glanced at Elios, and decided on giving him the world's barest rundown. "You were terrifying, nearly killed me from fright." He said, deadpan. "Rapunzel can tell you how he got beat up by a zombie, but that ain't on me because again, food," He finished, shifting his weight as he spoke, and darting off as soon as the last words had left his mouth. He wasn't kidding about their table filling up. He might not get a set with his superspeed at this rate.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“I would,” she replied with a smug grin. “And I won't hesitate to exploit it if necessary.” Within the last hour, every surrounding circumstance had indicated the end of the world. Everything had felt like it was over, like there was no point to try anymore, and part of her had thought it really would be easier to just fall to the ground and let the burning cold consume her. If Reese hadn’t dragged her out of the haze and nearly gotten himself killed in the process, she might have done just that. But now here they were, talking and joking around as if nothing had happened. As if there had been no space of time between the present moment and when she had last seen him, as if the world hadn’t been shattered in the hours that had stretched on for eternity. Now it felt like nothing more than a moment, a brief interlude of held breath. It was comforting, the familiarity of something she hadn’t had for very long, but didn’t think she could live without now.

Auggie rolled her eyes at the threat of talking her ear off, doing her best to look annoyed but smiling through it. “Oh, great. Can’t wait.” She said it sarcastically, but she knew that she meant it. It didn’t matter what they were talking about, it didn’t matter if he was rambling on about things that had any relevance or things she had no idea about. He was there, and she would willingly trade a thousand silent moments to hear him go on about whatever nonsense he happened to throw at her.

It was difficult to glare through a grimace, one hand still gripping her arm tightly, though the pressure didn’t seem to be doing much to help. She may have argued more, but the energy was being sapped out of her rapidly. She’d already been exhausted from overusing her powers in the battle, and the pain in her arm wasn’t fading. “Are you surprised?” She wasn't known for giving into things easily, especially when it involved taking care of herself, or worse, letting someone else take care of her. If it had been anyone else, they may have gotten themselves punched already, but she was glad that he was there, trusting that if she did pass out from exhaustion, at least he'd catch her.

She smiled at his next comment, despite the pain, letting out a little huff of a laugh. “Right. What a bunch of jerks, making everything complicated like that.” His face lit up, and it seemed a bit of an overreaction in response to her concession, then he continued and she realized how he’d interpreted her statement, face falling. “That’s not...you know that’s not what I meant.” She sighed. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?” She was tempted to turn around and start walking, just to see what he’d do, but there was a nagging worry in her mind that if she tried to move, she’d end up face first in the snow, and that really wasn’t going to help her case.

She was grateful that he seemed to agree with her objection to the Apollo cabin, and that he didn’t question her reasoning. She wasn't sure she could have explained herself, not in the state she was in. Then the sunglasses were pulled out. Her gaze followed the movement as he waved them around—a bad move, she realized moments later as her head began to spin again. She looked down, squeezing her eyes shut briefly. “Pretty sure?” If she could keep talking she could ignore the pain. “What do you mean?”

[The Fox]

-^^,--,~ -^^,--,~𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗~,--,^^- ~,--,^^-

Chad ran and ran. He dodged and duckef against any ghost bullets he could. The fleece took away any pain that would come to him otherwise. He was almost to the tree. He bashed skeletons that remained in his way with no remorse.

"Almost there!" He told himself. "I will make it!"

He took off the fleece mid dive towards the trunk. The air was knocked out of him when he hit the dirt, but he managed to get the fleece on the tree. His mission was complete.

[sammy,]

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

of course he wasn't surprised. there was nothing to be surprised about. auggie was stubborn as ever - everything was as it had been. things felt like they were being stitched back together. he had returned and everything was the same. he had returned and all was fine. kept drilling that into his mind like he didn't believe it himself, like there was something in the shadows that insinuated that that would change, but for now, he could allow himself to believe it. "i wouldn't have it any other way," he said. "it would be suspicious if you weren't complaining."

"it's actually really inconvenient," he agreed, though continued playing the fool when she, rightfully, claimed that the way he had taken it had not been the intention. "i think i've proven myself to be a very patient man," orin rose his eyebrows. "i'm not giving this up anytime soon. i think you're just gonna have to put up with it. 'cause your other option is - well, you take a few steps, end up faceplanting, and then we have the whole 'never say a word about this again' conversation, and, you know, i think we've had enough of those to last a few lifetimes."
he cracked a smile. "i think you're gonna have to concede this defeat."

ultimately, he wasn't blind, and even as she spoke through the evident pain, like that would get rid of it somehow, it was becoming increasingly clear that the initial rush of joy was not doing much by way of numbing any longer. "i've barely had time to try 'em," he took a look at the glasses, put them on, and in a swift move, lowered, wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her knees. the promised carry, testing his balance before making his steps in the direction of the cabin. despite the sudden move, he continued talking. "had them given to me by this... guy. dunno. said they were from my dad. didn't really know why, 'cause there's no sun in the underworld, it's all just sort of... fog. fog and mist and rivers, but i put 'em on, and all the shades seemed to just look straight through me." people were coming into view, milling in the direction of the dining pavilion. "look at that. nothing. i could be on fire right now, and no one'd even notice."

something was bothering him about the story. something that had slipped his mind, that wasn't making itself readily available. he had looked a little familiar, but in the way that an age-old photo of a long-dead relative looked familiar. features that were vaguely shared, smeary and complicated. he had fallen silent in his thought, gnawing at the inside of his cheek. "s'weird, he said something about - something. he said something, and it was... christ, alive." frustrating, to have it so close and yet so far away. "brain's scattered. it'll come. anyway. point is, apparently my dad wanted me to have 'em. so i don't know if he had this planned, or if it was just... you know, 'sorry you'll never see the sun again, here's an ironic gift as a condolence'." maybe he spoke of it too lightly. "either way, never thought i'd want to be ignored, but sometimes it's real convenient." and the closer the hades cabin got, the more thankful he was for the anonymity they granted.

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

teilo couldn't help the raise of his eyebrows when mira put across the plan for him to room with ash, but said nothing to go against it. if it meant sleeping well, then he could handle it. that was certainly a plus. on the other hand, there was a bubbling in the pit of his chest that sparked up again when the prospect was mentioned.
he kept his eyes on the road. no need to think about it.

"farmingville," he would have made a comment about how his mother used to play that, but figured it would have fallen through the cracks. "alright. sixty-three, got it." the warning was appreciated, but already known. "yeah, i had a couple when i arrived here. rancid." in america, that was. the memory was faded and farther than it truly was. he had arrived without the knowledge of who he would be once he reached his destination, and as the horizon shifted further away, he found himself wondering if he was the same person in the slightest. the boy who had slipped through airport security and into empty rooms in cheap hotels had been far less frightened, and far more detached. at the time, it had been like living in a film. none of it had been real until it was. painfully, relentlessly real.

no time for that. he overtook a honda fit and watched for exit sixty-three.

[Kveykva]

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

Aiden didn't say much, not when Aggy started invading Jamie's personal space and going on about bottles of beer, and not when she was knocked out cold by Ash's sleepy dust. It wasn't until Mirabelle started asking about roommates did he finally chime in. "I'm not staying with any girls." he said, not caring whether it was childish or outdated. "You guys are gross. And I don't want to wake up smelling like I got cooties in the middle of the night." It was rooted in his inherent dislike for Mira's siblings especially, but girls in general were weird, especially around their age. He'd heard some rather distasteful stories from the Ares cabin about girls, and he didn't really want to find any truth to them. "So I'll take Jamie. That also eliminates the issue of him talking in his sleep bothering any of the rest of you."

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

Wilhelm nodded, always happy to hear about Mateo's family back home. His was a lot bigger than Will's was, and he always had more than a few stories to share when he came to camp for the summer. At least, he did in the past, so Will could only imagine how many he'd missed out on in his absence. "Twins?" his eyebrows raised. "Can't believe I missed th' announcement. Tell 'er congratulations fer me, even if it is three years late." The topic soon shifted gears as mention of their half-sister came and went, and Will found himself surprisingly level-headed in the face of it. " 'm mean died. Six feet under nearly, that daughter of Khione had 'er pinned tighter than Dick's hatband. She would'a died if I 'adn't kept 'er in th' fire." as if that were the only thing he'd done. If consequences were to come for his actions, he'd face them later. "Can't say they'd let y' in, Mateo. Gave me th' boot as soon as she was snug."

Watching Stella cringe at his bad pun only caused his grin to widen, but it dissipated when he nearly dropped the vat of hot water. "I'm fine!" Ryan sputtered, regaining his balance. He worried that his grip on the object would vanish at any moment, and it took all of his focus not to drop it. "Just - I-I'm a bit rusty is all." he punctuated the answer with a strained smile. "I got it, really. I'll just find Finn and," he shrugged and hurried off, searching the crowd to find Finn before his touch on reality started slipping away from him.

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

Vivienne was crestfallen - heartbroken, and it pained Nicholas to see her in such an inconsolable state. But he couldn't let it waver, not even this once. "I'm sorry." he finished. "I know how much Audra means to you, and even though opening the Doors would give her a chance to come back, I'm not cruel enough to make you hope for something so slim. You have to let go." It was hypocritical for him to say; extremely hypocritical, but it was the truth. "It's not going to happen overnight, and it's not something that will ever leave you, but you need to move on. Loss is... it's something we all have to overcome at some point. It's easier to face your own mortality than it is others', and while I don't have my own mortality to worry about, I'm going to outlive everyone I've ever cared about. It's just how things are, the natural state of things is equilibrium, not life." He was talking, and he knew she didn't want to hear it. So he let the trailing words cease, and put a stop to his chastising.

Vivienne's question floated alone in the air for a few seconds. "I don't know." Nicholas answered honestly. "Common mythconception, there's not an instruction manual for this. I have no idea how to be a god, much less the one I'm supposed to be." Apparently, where they went from here was transparency. "I think it's about time I was completely honest with you about - well, everything." Oh, but where to even start? "I meant what I said about your mother. I can't stand the woman. I envy people that haven't met her. I don't even know why I agreed to help her on her little endeavor, I'm not getting anything out of this besides a power trip. I've tried flirting with her just to get a reaction, but at this rate, I feel like bedding a corpse would be more fun than she would. Eris picked up on our shenanigans and wanted her thumb in the pie, I even went as far as to stop by Tartarus to see her for the first time. She's not any better company, I almost wish I'd stayed roaming with War, half-asleep as the poor man is. He wants his own cut, mind you, but that would spell the end of the world -" Death's thoughts went on, and it seemed he never did stop talking.

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[✦] | 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.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

Auggie heaved a sigh at his continued insistence, face twisting in what was probably supposed to be a frown. “I’m not going to faceplant,” she grumbled, brushing past the fact that he’d basically read her mind. It wasn’t likely she’d make it very far on her own. “And you just said a word about it by the way. Several, actually.” She looked up at him, brow raised. “There was one rule and you broke it, church lady.” Her voice was weaker than it had been, words slurring slightly as she fought to remain upright and conscious, nearly being drowned out by the ringing in her ears. She huffed at the idea of admitting defeat, but didn’t protest further. That was the closest thing he was going to get.

Despite the assurance that she would be complaining, Auggie didn’t react much as she was swept off her feet, head spinning as the world pitched. She was silent for a moment, listening to him talk but barely registering the words, grateful for his warmth at the very least. She was aware enough to notice the lack of strange looks they were getting. A dead man walking was certain to get at least a few stares, but there was nothing. “Thank god for that,” she muttered, still not enthused about the humiliation of being carried. No one could see them, they were quite literally in their own little bubble now, and that made it better. There was no preserving a lack of vulnerability in front of Orin anymore, and she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to.

The adrenaline of the battle and the moment after was wearing off. Her head fell against his shoulder, mind in a fog, eyelids feeling increasingly heavy as the searing pain in her arm consumed her thoughts. She was aware of nothing more than that and the rhythm of his steps. It took a moment to realize that he had fallen silent, evidently thinking about something, and there was a beat before she was able to process when he spoke again. “That’d be a jerk move,” she mumbled, a fairly docile comment considering the other things she’d had to say about the gods. The way he spoke of his time in the Underworld didn’t sit right with her, and she cringed inwardly at the mention of it. She wouldn’t have been happy with it being mentioned in any context, but it wasn’t something that could simply be ignored and glossed over. He was there and that was what mattered, but that didn’t make it any easier to think about, didn’t wipe away the lurking fear that she might wake up and find herself alone again.

"I'll still punch him either way," she decided. "Zeus'll need a pair of sunglasses to hide his stupid face by the time I'm done with him." Though her voice was significantly quieter, the venom in her tone was still there. Whether she was fully aware of her surroundings or not, she meant every word of what she said.

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Outside Cabin 7|tags: Reese

The boy didn’t seem to be doing too well, and Stella had to suppress the surge of panic that washed up as he seemed to struggle with his words. That was okay, it was to be expected, all she had to do was keep him upright and get him onto one of the cots inside the cabin. “Just breathe,” she reminded him, hearing his slight gasps, feeling the sense of panic radiating off of him. “Deep breaths, you’re going to be fine.”

She started forward, guiding him carefully and then—the one thing she’d been trying to avoid. “Crap!” Even with the enhanced strength of a Hunter, the boy was bigger than her, and his full body weight was enough to pull him from her grip. She flinched at the cry of pain, rushing to help him up. “I’m sorry. I’ve got you.” She shot a pleading glance towards the cabin, willing someone to notice their situation and come help. They were close, but she wasn’t sure she could get him back to his feet on her own, or into the cabin for that matter. “It’s not far, come on. Just a few more steps,” she pleaded, attempting to get a grip to help haul him to his feet without causing him any further pain.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

[✦]16|they/them|Kymopoleia|Dining Pavilion|tags: Liv

Much to Corey’s delight, they seemed to have struck a nerve with the new camper, and their eyes lit up as the girl shot back a sharp retort. Despite the obviousness of their mischievous intent, the comment about My Chemical Romance seemed to catch her attention for a moment. They laughed. “Are you telling me you don’t? I don’t buy that for a second. It’s okay, they’re a good band.” The girl did not seem impressed with them, but Corey didn’t mind. She seemed easy to rile up, and that was good enough for them. “Whoa, feisty much? What got you, be honest, was it the short comment or the MCR thing?”

They ran a hand through their hair, flashing a smug smile as they did. “If you can draw something like this with your foot, you must be a pretty talented artist. I’m Corey by the way, but maybe I shouldn’t have told you that, you look like you know some curses.” They widened their eyes dramatically, saying the word with unnecessary flair. She seemed to be pretty upset by assumptions being made about her, whether they were true or not, it was almost too easy to get under her skin and they were revelling in it.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivioutside - cabin thirteen.

orin noted the mellowness with which auggie was reacting to his spew of words, evidently succumbing to the exhaustion that had appeared clearer with every passing moment. that was fine. if anything, he was glad he had taken the initiative at the time that he had, because as he plodded along and her voice grew quieter, he saw little visions of her dropping like a sack. the immediate reaction to astoria's fall had been enough to make him fear what would have happened if auggie had tumbled to the same fate - that panic, that spiral of mental concoction of delusional catastrophe - this was certainly a better option. he didn't want to pile any more fuel into that fire.

"he's terrified right now. i can feel it," he said, voice a note quieter. "nearly there." not a lie in the slightest - the door came closer with every step, and with a bit of jostling, he was able to shuffle it open without too much trouble once he was close enough.
immediately, the warmth was welcomed. he had been cold since he'd stepped out of that lift. the church had been chilly, drafty, the reentry into camp worse without the extra layer of the harrington, and he hadn't noticed just how much his ribs ached with tension until it was melting away. "whoever invented central heating deserves to be worshipped," he said softly, then sat, kicked off his shoes with practised ease, and laid back on the bed - all, somehow, without letting her go, pulling her tight to him once the threat of dropping her was no longer.

"y'know people used to use eels as currency?" he broke the quiet with the statement, idly combing his fingers through her hair. with purchase of both hands, he was able to spin the strands into deftly-crafted braids, a skill learnt for the sake of his sister. "someone bought land with, like, twenty-six-thousand eels in the fourteenth century. imagine having that many eels. just ready for that kind of transaction. how do you even count that many eels?" he was digging himself into a mental hole. it didn't matter. "worse if they were electric eels. that'd hurt, trying to collect them all. how do you transport - i need to stop thinking about eels."

"are you warm enough?" back on topic. he paused the fiddling with her hair - no more thinking about eels. he hoped. she felt a bit warmer, but orin was concerned that it was the break of a fever rather than a result of the change in external temperature. "d'you need ambrosia, or something? i could run and get you some. speedy legs, i'd be back in five." he didn't particularly fancy the thought of leaving, even if for a temporary span, but fancied the thought of her being in unnecessary pain even less. then again, pattern would suggest that she'd deny the mere concept of the godly medicine.

[takara]

❥ | 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
16 | She/her | Aphrodite | --> Dining pavilion | Jack, -> Celia (NPC), Mattie (NPC), Aphrodite NPC's, Open!

Jack took her words at face value, thank the gods, and Ophelia was relieved of having to prove them by a sudden distraction. And a odd distraction too, is he alright? She nibbled on the inside of cheek. He's heading into the woods? Oooooooooh! Bees! On an ordinary day, she might volunteer to assist him -a surefire way to snag some honey- but her extra duties kept her.

She gazed after Jack and Whiskey. I still don't know how he got himself paired with that delightful gremlin. I mean, no one else would want her, but at what cost? She shook her head ruefully, freeing a few tendrils from her dark ponytail. She pressed against the cold door, waiting on her lingering cabinmates and youngsters from around camp. Even taking their time, they still managed to be getting themselves together in a more timely manner than her siblings usually did. There was a carnival atmosphere among the little ones. Either too young to understand the gravity of the situation, or possessing too brief of an attention span to remain in panic mode.

From the blur of winter coats, Ophelia watched one of her sisters, Celia, animatedly gesturing to a small girl with a mop of blonde hair as she tugged on her puffy pink jacket.

"And then Belle licked me in the face-"
"Ewwwww! That's gross!"
"No, no! It's nice! I'll take you to meet her, and then you'll get it!"

Ophelia smiled without showing her teeth. Oh, to be a seven year old who just met another seven year old and became best friends for the day. They were cute, a bit vapid, yes. But their hearts were in the right place.

The duo trekked out, hands swinging between them in a game that only the players knew. Ophelia scanned the cabin behind them, and noted that only a few older campers remained. She nodded to them, nerves creeping up her spine. Oh gods, do they think I'm being didactic? Shoot, they must. I'll just be going. She ducked her head and set about herding the mass of kids. Not particularly hard when the lot of them had been cooped up since lunch and were more than ready for dinner.

Once reaching the mess hall, the group split between sitting at their own table and meeting up with friends. Ophelia couldn't be bothered to yell at them, and it was likely that Mr. D would be too busy too notice. She knew for a fact that a certain pink coat ran off to the Apollo table with a blonde girl. She elected to ignore that, and made for a table, narrowly avoiding getting smacked down by Hank, who looked as though he might trip over his own shoelaces. Ophelia flashed him a glare and stepped around. She dug herself a bowl of chili to warm her hands on, then carted it to her table to wait on the next orders.

☤ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
17 | Hades | Outside cabin 7 | Stella

Reese clawed at snow fruitlessly, then had to force himself to give it up. His hands would not find purchase when he could not see a three feet in front of himself. Then warm hands were upon him, and he tried to listen to her advice: sending air down his throat that seemed to just brush his lungs before ejecting itself. Words rested on the tip of his tongue, expletives and questions. Wisely, or dumbly, he saved his breath.

With effort, he managed to make it to sitting, somewhat. He could not see himself to be sure, but his legs felt wrong. If he stood on them, he would be too far from the ground, too easy to knock over. He wanted to tell her this, but he only wheezed steadily.

❀ | Jane Daughtry
19 (immortal) | She/her | Hunter of Artemis | Outside cabin 7 | Reese, Stella

Jane looked up at the sound of a hunting horn, brow furrowed at the idea of her lady calling the hunt on at a time like this. Then some kids mentioned food and it clicked. Yes, I suppose I heard it this afternoon as well, She mused. Dealing with injured children all day had left little room for learning their normal routines. The notion of getting victuals to the lame, and Jane volunteered, silently moving after a nymph.

The nymph glided over the fields, set on her task, but Jane lingered by the door, observing Stella as the brunette tried to haul up a bulky boy. His skin was unmarred; no blood painted his clothes, but still, he appeared ready to meet death. Dinner could wait.

She directed her inquiry to her friend. "Can he stand with aid? We could swing human crutches..." She paused, looking him over again. Hmmm, I don't believe that that's a normal way of sitting...is this a cult or something? She squinted at the boy, trying to make sense of it.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Outside Athena cabin--->Dining hall|Tags/Mentions:Nathan,Edgar,Open

Cass let out a small breath of relief as Nathan accepted her bargain and smiled, amused at the "yay" he exclaimed letting out a quiet chuckle. While Nathan went to put the backpack into the cabin Cass gave Edgar some neck scratches in gratitude, glad that the Raven had come to her rescue as well as Nathan. Although today had been rather sucky she was glad that she had by people(and Ravens) who cared about her. Feeling a wave of emotion rising inside her chest she took a deep breath and let it out pushing her feelings down once more. "You can't waste time on your emotions right now there are people who need you" She thought determinedly to herself. Cass looked up once Nathan returned and smiled at him before accepting his hand to help pull her up. Although she did let out a small grunt as she rose her muscles still stiff. "Oh we certainly do" Cass agreed stretching her arms and legs, trying to negate the effects of her sprinting.

"Oh and to answer your berry question" Cass said before turning towards Nathan "Edgar will pretty much eat anything, His favorites are Blackberries, Raspberries, and Blueberries" Cass said while counting his favorites on her fingers. "Despite his looks Edgar is quite smart so I don't think you need to worry about poisoning him" Cass added with a smirk at Edgar who appeared to be giving her a rather dirty look about her comment. "Anyways let's go eat" Cass said before walking towards the dining hall albeit rather stiffly.