Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

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『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Chuck, Ophelia, Riley
Location: Mr. D's table ---> Aphrodite table

"Yeah, cool" that's not all she is to you is it? Aydan's chest was warming and he didn't even want to start acknowledging it while he was with Chuck. Such a Sherlock the blonde seemed to be making Ophelia tense. "Daughter of Zeus aye?" Probably has the little high and mighty act like Astra tries to pull off. he didn't know who this Riley girl was more than what Chuck just told him but he believed she wasn't good news from the look of her. By the time Chuck mentioned helping Aydan was already up and walking over. "You can come if you want goat boy." he called still on his track to the Aphrodite table.

"Hey" was all he said as he put a freezing hand on the daughter of Zeus' shoulder. "Everything alright over here?" a fake friendly smile attached itself to his features and he looked to Ophelia for the answer. Aydan knew Ophelia could handle herself but a fight wasn't needed after the days events and surely Ophelia would slice and dice the blonde if she went too far.

He scanned the rest of the Aphrodite campers faces, some had their heads turned to absorb all the drama and the rest were eating but clearly still listening. Aydan rolled his eyes at the lack of assistance they offered, were they really all just about the gossip? He returned his gaze back to Riley plastering the fake smile back on as his grip on her shoulder tightened slightly. He normally wasn't one to fight a girl but this one was seemingly begging for it, his grandma would surely wack him with a wooden spoon if she found out he was willing to fight this girl. Sorry Gran.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Quest group
Location: Hampton Inn

Ash noticed she eased up a bit as he rubbed her back. A smile tugged at his lips and grew as she accepted his offer of baking with him. His smile faltered ever so slightly at the annoyance he received from Aggy fair enough. "Hey I don't jest about your hair, geezer, pft please." the smile trickled back as he knew Aggy was back to her firecracker self. He nodded a thanks to Mira as he made his way through the door. He was enveloped in warmth and almost completely forgotten Mira still needed to get them rooms.

A family reunion? What does one do at a family reunion? He couldn't help as his mind blissfully thought about events that could go on at a family reunion, his family wasn't one for those. His family mostly went to fancy parties filled with dancing and bubbly drinks that made you act unlike your usual self. Not that he'd know that, definitely not. Ash came back to reality when the the keycard were handed over to Mirabelle. He gave the nice receptionist a wave before off to catch up to his "Family".

He peered over Teilo's shoulder at their room number. "207" he repeated, he hoped the bed was comfortable as they made their way to the stairs. He huffed before opening the heavy door, wincing as he was faced with the brightly lit staircase. He turned his focus to the floor as he made his way onto the first step. The steps held lots of dirt and the pattern on the carpet was painfully old fashioned. The smell of moth balls reached his nose and he instinctively scrunched his nose up. At least it was better than the chance of running into elevator music that would put him to sleep.

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Hank, Izzy
Location: Apollo table

Finn chuckled at his brother's misunderstanding of his words. "Not that kind of table. I was heling Felix and this new guy Ryan patch campers up until I was kicked out." he looked solemnly at his chicken before pushing the plate away no longer hungry.

Elfie, Elfie, wasn't that one of Mr. D's kids? then it clicked, Mr. D's kids can cause mania. So that's what has Hank acting out of sorts, another laugh left him on accident. "You got bit by the mania bug." he laughed for a moment longer until Hank asked if he could help the girl with her sadness. Seems like a lot of that's going around. His smile disappeared along with his laughter. "I can certainly try. I would need to be officially introduced though. I'm afraid I don't know her too well." he said honestly. It'd be a tricky task but he'd surely try. Finnick wasn't one to believe that things were impossible when it came to helping others.

『☼ ☀』 Mateo Cortez『☼ ☀』

Son of Hephaestus ♫ Cabin 9 ♫ 17 ♫ Pansexual

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Tags: Ollie
Location: Cabin 7

Mateo's question was met with a snarky reply from a girl- no woman- with dark hair that skimmed her shoulders. A smirk formed "Are you done?" he peered at the surgical tool that looked like a weapon in her hand. "I like you" he said simply with the smirk lingering. My name's Mateo, I'm the head counselor of the Hephaestus cabin. I'm glad Jude's ok, any of my other siblings have the pleasure of meeting you today?" he asked, smirk disappearing and a look of seriousness taking it's place.

How much damage did that daughter of Khione do? He was almost sad that he missed the chance of fighting her alongside Wilhelm. Mateo scanned the cabin, some campers were visibly injured while others didn't have a scratch on them but looked just as bad as the one's who did. "Mis dioses, what happened today?" he asked. The urge to slip on his headphones and beat up some dummies was itching at him. His anger was boiling, he preferred not to let it out while people were trying to rest and recover.

[sammy,]

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

the question was half-anticipated. he didn't know if he wanted to talk about it. but then again, he didn't think it would ever be something that he would ever particularly yearn to speak of. it wasn't an easy conversation to have in the slightest - it made his chest feel tight and his head feel like it was being pushed in all kinds of directions. "on my darkest day? in my darkest hour? what d'you think stopped me?" he let out a little, halfhearted laugh. "a cameo appearance from minty murray." he was always there when he needed him. almost always there. when there wasn't an ocean separating the two of them.

"but if it is, then it's easier to say that it's not that bad. it's all down to the fates. it's the plan of the gods. they needed me to be in that situation so that i could learn something. but i don't feel like i learnt anything. i feel like -" like he'd seen something in himself that was dark, and that he had opened a door, let it in, allowed it to fester while he conveniently ignored its chittering from deep within. "but then, if it is, then we're just punch and judy. just puppets. the universe is one big jeff dunham show, and i'm -" his face contorted. "gods, i think i'm peanut."

her belief wasn't unreasonable, the feeling of futility, but orin shook his head. "see, you'd think that, wouldn't you? 'cause that's what they want you to think," this was something he had jurisdiction in talking about. he knew this part well. "tsar alexander the second. russian emperor. assassinated by a bunch of angry peasants. and then there's gavrilo princip. tiny little kid. couldn't get a job, couldn't do anything, just shouted at the world and wanted someone to hear him. and then he killed franz ferdinand. one knuckle-duster waving nineteen year old starts up the great war." there were more, but the allegory had slotted into place well enough. "they need us to think we're ants, 'cause otherwise we change history." he pursed his lips. "but the good guys, you know, nowadays, they see the bad stuff happening, they see bad guys being born, and raised, and growing into these demons, and they ignore them. not a big deal. not their problem. not their jurisdiction. and then the bad guys start their campaigns. start shouting in beer halls and in the streets. but, you know, it's tiny, it's nothing to worry about. the fire'll snuff before it smokes, but it doesn't. it gets bigger and bigger and bigger and then - then it's a problem." he shut his eyes. "but by then it's too big." orin glanced over at her, brow furrowing. "and then you get people like malcolm kingston running the hill, because the ants waited for the fire to stop smoking."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: caleb - jude. ivi dining pavilion.

leo was actually getting really bored of people not hitting him. everyone in this damned camp was all bark and no bite. they rose to an occasion and then never followed through, and it was getting increasingly dull. he'd have to hone the skill. getting people riled up so that he could knock their lights out was something that he was certainly getting better at, but had been by no means perfected. "you talk big," he said, voice lilting a little. he didn't feel he needed to expand. that was all there was to say. he wasn't going to thank him. he was going to walk away, let the anger stagnate.

and when it came to conversation at the buffet table, it was in hushed tones. it wasn't quite shame, because shame required the insight of other people, caring what they thought, and leo didn't think that that was something that particularly impacted him. it wasn't guilt either, though. so it was something else. it was just the sense that he had been battling a wave that was always going to end up crashing on the shore, and now he was stuck, picking up the shattered bones of the beach hut that he had forged a false shelter in.

"you don't look good," jude said. it should have offended him. he thought it would have, if it was anyone else, but it didn't. at least he could trust her to be honest about it.
"yeah. and you look like a field of daisies," he could see where skin cells had knitted themselves together with the help of ambrosia across her cheeks, found himself staring for a while. a bizarre injury. she caught him out.
"shrapnel," she said, seeming as surprised as he felt. "incendiary bomb."
"they had incendiaries?" leo asked.
"no. we did. apparently," she tried a little smile. "surprised me, too." her attention diverted. "are you ready for..."
"yeah," he didn't want her to say the word. "yeah. are you?"
"i thought i was, but..." a name on her tongue that wouldn't be spoken. his face twisted. once again, captured in high definition. "you hit him."
"and he died," he nodded, blunt. her hand came to his arm, warm.
"don't," and then it was gone, her picking up a plate and piling it with some of the bounty made available. "no one knew." that wasn't true. "most of us. there's no - you can't -" a sigh. "time to think about it later."

like that, she was gone.
he piled his plate and returned to his table.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ！！ x─────ix ⚕
x──────i ii aesculapius. iii hunter. iiii tags: mateo.
ivi cabin seven.

frustratingly, the boy didn't split the moment she ordered him to. "did i not just tell you to screw off? and yet you're still here?" she bit back. a quick turn to one of the attentive children of apollo, fresh-faced and stressed looking. "you, fetus boy. i tell you to screw off, what are you doing?"
"uh... screwing off?" answered the nameless teen, appearing shocked at the sudden address.
"good. you'll go far. now, screw off." she waved him away, turned back to mateo, then scoffed when he had the gall to say that he liked her. with her best impression of sally field, she responded with: "really? you like me? you really, really like me?" before the facade dropped and the look of distaste returned. "did i ask? did i actually ask for your name? why are you still -" she huffed a breath of air, shook her had "i'm a healer. i don't take the census on the people i heal. i don't know who half your mommies and your daddies are, i'm just healing. i'm doing my thing. well - i would be, if i wasn't being interrupted.." her hand was on one of the injured, though, a spark of light passing through her skin and infusing into the pallid frame of the patient. ollie was doing her job. it was mostly pomp. "i dunno. you'll have to ask someone who's not me."

"well, mikey," she said, the misnaming potentially intentional. "there was a battle, and people got hurt, and now they're in this very cramped cabin, looking to get a little healed. something tells me you should be off, you know, with the rest of the walkers, getting out of the workspace. unless that scalpel thing sounded more appetising to you than dinner."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

It was obvious he didn’t really want to delve into the details of what had happened, and that was fine. She wasn’t going to press him for it, that hadn’t been the intention of her question. She’d had a suspicion of the answer already, maybe not the specifics of it, but a general idea. A thought that was confirmed soon after. “Because he knows you," she said, simply. "Fate didn’t need to stop you because you had Minty, and that counts for something.” Auggie could recall multiple occasions when she’d been saved from making disastrous mistakes, stories that could have had much darker endings if it hadn’t been for certain people in her life. Maybe that was why she’d ended up making such colossal blunders without them, having lost that sense of balance and rationality, the voices of reason in her own worst moments. She didn’t really want to think about it. “The people who you’re close to are around you for a reason, and not some strings of fate kinda crap. You choose to be around people and they make you better, and they know you enough that if you get a bit lost, they can pull you back and slap some sense into you.” The last few words were mostly added to counteract the sincerity of her previous tone. “I don’t know…maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about. Maybe I should leave all the kumbaya crap to someone who hasn’t threatened to stab multiple people in the last five hours. But, you know…maybe he stopped you for a reason, and that reason is that he knows you better than you do.”

The potential twists of fate, the conceptual idea of some overarching power taking control of them all—it was all confusing. It was confusing and terrifying and hurt to think about for too long. But none of it really caught her off guard until Orin started name dropping puppets. “You’re…what?” And then he was off on another tangent. Fortunately, one she actually understood, recognizing the name from a song her uncle had played a lot. She could still remember his expression when she’d asked him why the singer was asking someone to shoot him, leading to an awkward attempt at explaining the catalyst of World War I in the lightest terms possible to a seven year old. She brushed the memory aside, focusing on the conversation with a slight frown creasing her brow. “I mean, you’re right. I’m sure there’s lots of things that could've been stopped if people had actually bothered to do something about it.” She wasn’t quite connecting the dots yet, not seeing beyond the desolate hopelessness of the whole situation, taking in the words but not applying them to their own lives yet. “Maybe people just don’t care. Nobody ever cares about anything until it’s directly affecting them. Humans are selfish.”

She met his gaze, quiet for a moment as the thoughts spun through the haze in her brain, then she gave him a questioning look. “So...what? You’re saying we shoot Malcolm Kingston? Put the fire out before it spreads? Start World War Three?” There was a small smile on her face as she asked it, but it was weak, and her tone was lacking a certain lilt that would have indicated a joke. She wasn’t asking seriously. She didn’t think she was asking seriously. That could easily be blamed on the injury and the lack of sleep, the painkiller not helping her be any more alert or aware of something as insignificant as tone.

[The Fox]

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Tags: Elios, Dining Pavillion


Chad heads back to the dining pavillion. He holds his arm, bloodied and bandaged. Now that he's worked up an appetite, he might be more willing to eat something. He needed to find the others he was with during the attack. Zeke and... Well, he never got their names. He looks around the pavillion, for them as well as a place to take a seat.

[sammy,]

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

he'd considered the outcome had minty not jumped in at the right second. he'd thought about it long and hard, envisioned the scene from within his own skull. the chance had been lost, but he could think about it. bodies in an alley. news coverage, probably. would the public have assumed some kind of bizarre spree killing, or an illness? he wasn't quite sure. but it was something to think about, all of the futures that had never happened. a result of minty or fate. either way, it hadn't happened. he didn't want to wish that it had. "yeah, he does," he responded. still needed to talk to him. had to drill that into his head a couple of times. if anyone on the planet deserved the truth as equally as auggie did, it was him. "unless it's fate you meet them," he said, still weakly arguing the point. he'd never really subscribed to the determinist point of view, didn't want it to be true, but it felt necessary to play the devil's advocate. he had to be sure. he wanted, desperately, to think that he had a choice in the matters presented to them. but the idea in and of itself was frightening, a box that rivalled pandora's. "but did you stab 'em?" he asked instead of acknowledging the words. they had settled on his skin, but he didn't feel it was the time to acknowledge them. didn't feel ready to confront the idea of being known yet. how could someone else know him when he didn't even know himself properly? minty had watched the formation of a near-impregnable mask happen in real time.

auggie was listening, but he didn't think the point was landing properly. that was alright. it had taken him quite a while. there had been a jury pondering over the thoughts for an eternity. a lot of evidence to lift from, to sift through. it all diverged back on the same point, the same shining beacon. "you know in films, when they go back in time and they kill hitler? like, it's the first thing most of 'em think about when they've got access to time travel. they go 'let's go and stop this awful thing from happening'. but someone could've stopped it before it happened, right?" he said, the insinuation in the air. "it's not just being selfish. it's - it's 'cause they've got rules. there are rules. the 'good guys' can't kill someone until they've proven that they properly need killing, nowadays."

he should have just laughed it off. she was smiling as she asked it, like she wasn't even considering it to be a possibility. orin just stared at her for a moment, the revelation ripe for the picking. "i mean -" a half-scoff. "i mean, you say that like it's weird, right? like it's ridiculous, but who decided it's ridiculous?"

needed to expand. the rules. back to the rules. "these people, they'd watch a comet hurtling toward them and wait 'til it was too late to find shelter because it might go off course. because the comet might not actually want to kill them. and then they'd have the gall to be surprised when it wipes out half a population," maybe enough of the analogies. "but kingston, and khione, and - and the horseman, and vivienne, they don't wait. they're always on the offence, and it works for them, because they know we'll wait about until they're too big to be beaten. they put themselves beyond the possibility of being defeated and then wait for the opportunity to clart us. they win first and then they start cutting us down, and they're always gonna be around because we don't do anything to stop them. but - but why wait, augs? everything else, they say 'prevention is better than cure', so why not treat 'em like they're cancer? get rid of them before they can spread, before they become deadly. why not? it's not allowed, right? it's not even a possibility. there's no prophecy, there's no announcement. there're rules. but whose rules are they? they don't benefit us." he was putting himself on a dangerous line. "it's just - i'm just, you know, spitballing, but i don't think they're my rules. i'm not saying we should go out and crack his brain out like a yolk, but - but maybe i am, a bit, 'cause he wouldn't wait with us. he's surrounded a camp in soldiers and we're sat here like lemons waiting for him to get to us. why not just -" he shut his running mouth, looked up at the ceiling again.

"i wanna do something before it gets bad," he concluded slowly. "i'm really, reeally sick of - of wars and of battles. i've had enough of them. too many. heard too much about things that weren't stopped when they could've been. we're living in it. we're living in the 'how didn't we see this coming?' era, but we can see it, it's right there, and kingston just banks on us worrying about other stuff. it's no surprise it's happening alongside everything else. this is planned. i said it, didn't i? i said it felt planned. i don't wanna adhere to his plans. i don't wanna wait until it's as bad as it can possibly be."

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Cabin 7 ➡ Cabin | Tags: Open
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Slowly, things were beginning to calm down. The bustle and panic of her cabinmates as they flitted from camper to camper, issuing ambrosia and warm towels as needed (which they were, in mass quantities), was infectious, to say the least. Although in any other situation, Lucy could brush off and ignore the others. Her song required her full attention, as the greats she chose to play deserved no less, yet the attack left her rather unsettled. As much joy as she took in being right (it was rare that she wasn't), she hoped she wouldn't have to be.

A deadly god whose name is lost, and a son of Zeus feeding a politician snippets about the camps. Not to mention Jupiter is surrounded. But what does it all mean?

Her hand slipped ever so slightly, but there was doubt that anyone noticed. The smallest mistake didn't break the magic, but the acknowledgment of one did. Lucy had no desire to go on the quest; her life was worth more than cannon fodder for the end of the world, but for once, she regretted not taking initiative on it. She had questions. Dozens of them, all of which demanded answers, and her father's oracle did nothing to aid her endeavor. She doubted Cain would take offense to the statement, but Delphi was an idiot right now. She could give them dozens of nice and accurate prophecies, ranging from next year's weather patterns to what the next ransom for Lucy's head would be. Or, more pressingly, what in the name of Tartarus they were up against. The Greys have been more helpful, she thought with a sigh, pulling her piece to a close as the rumble of the dinner horn sounded. For once in your life, dad, would you give me a sign? Any of us? We could use that power of prophecy right about now. Ha. Funny, look at the level she's stooped to. I'm not about to beg for it, all I ask is that you pull your weight as a father for once. Unless you'd rather we all died.

"Lucy!" She didn't have to look to recognize her half-brother's voice. Nemo was occasionally a nuisance, but she tolerated his presence in those times, if only because he was on better than good terms with the Demeter cabin. "Are you heading to the dining pavilion? There's a couple of us getting food for the injured campers, but I've been in here all day." Ah, so that's what this was about. "Are you asking if you can walk with me?" His lack of a response was all the answer she needed. "Oh no, don't tell me; you're afraid of more skeletons, aren't you?" He was easy to pick on. Lucy delicately put her violin away and straightened herself, resisting the urge to pull off the bandages taped over her nose.

As much as she'd complained about the cold earlier in the day, it was a welcomed shift from the stuffy interior of the cabin. At this rate, they would have to move the Apollo kids elsewhere to sleep, since most of the beds were occupied after today's attack. Nemo fidgeted to her left, obsessively trying to warm his hands with puffs of breath. "It's too cold out." It seemed that was the mantra now. They'd hardly left the cabin circle when something caught the daughter of Apollo's eye. An arrow flew and hit its mark, pinning the translucent cloth to the backside of the Posideon cabin. Lucy would have to repay the blasphemy to the god of the sea later, as she readied a second arrow. "Nemo, go find Chiron. Now."

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[✦] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒❞

Kayle hovered at the base of the steps when she noticed her brother's guest had yet to follow. She performed a "continue" gesture. "Come on, girlie. I ain't got all night." a complete lie, actually. She'd been given an impromptu vacation in light of the weather situation in New York, so as far as she knew now, she was on standby. The subtle shift in the floorboards informed Kayle that Vivienne was on the follow, slowly but surely. "I won't murk ya, I promise." She added as she galloped up the steps two at a time. Kayle didn't know Nick's house as well as her apartment or her parents' house, but Nick rarely turned down her self-invitations, not to mention he never rearranged the furniture. She found the left wall, testing the space ahead until her fingers hit the edge of a doorway. She counted a couple more, but it took time to find the names belonging to each one. "Door at the end of the hall is the master, the two on the left are closets, and the first one on the right is the guest room. Second is a full bath." a pause.

"Sorry - those are backward." Kayle flipped her pointing fingers, crossing her arms at the elbows. "Closets are on the right, bed and bath are on the left. My b." She turned back to the icy blob of life behind her, giving off the impression that she could see the daughter of Khione's expressions. "Make yourself at home I guess, it smells like Nick is making food if you wanna wait around for it. Otherwise, I'll grab you those blankets." Kayle pulled open the nearest closet door, unsure of which one actually contained said blankets. A little girl was balled up inside, dressed in a nightgown and clutching a dolly. She made no sound and raised a finger to her lips to signify silence. Kayle didn't see it, but she'd gotten to the point where she could sense spirits in a vague enough manner to where she knew if one was there or not. She closed the door hurriedly, looking tense. After a moment, Kayle sighed and pointed at the door. "Don't open that. There's a ghost in it."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

The question was an obvious deflection, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t pulled the exact same move moments before, so she let it slide. If he wanted to ignore it, she wasn’t going to fight that. “Honestly…” she raised her eyebrows, struggling to recall much of the previous few hours, everything devolving into a haze that felt much further away than it should have. “I can’t even remember.” She probably would have remembered if she’d stabbed someone, that seemed like something that would’ve stuck in her brain. She glanced over, eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you calling me a wuss?” Her tone was meant to be light, but it fell flat, fatigue dragging at her along with the weight of the previous conversation still lying heavily on her chest.

“In films, yeah. It doesn’t matter what they do in movies, it’s not real. They can do whatever the hell they want without worrying about the consequences because it’s not really happening. It's written in a script and they can figure out the...logistics and make it go exactly how they want it to. It’s different when it’s real people.” As confident as she sounded in her belief, what Orin was saying did make sense. It didn’t make sense to sit around waiting for bad things to happen, that was easy enough to understand, and it didn’t feel like as dark a thought as it was supposed to be. “But they didn’t know what was going to happen before it happened. You can’t just kill someone because you think they might do something.”

Her smile faded quickly, eyebrows knitting together in a frown at the seriousness of his expression. She opened her mouth to respond, then quickly shut it again. “No, but it’s…” She looked up at the ceiling, squeezed her eyes shut. “There’s...I don’t know. I don’t know, but…” But the rules. She wasn’t sure whose they were either, and she’d never really been one for following rules. But something in her still protested the idea, she just lacked the ability to put it into words. “He’s already trying to make us look like the bad guys. He’s already trying to make us look like...like…” Monsters. Her point had been that feeding into that would only make things worse. At least, that was the point she’d been trying to make, but it had gotten lost somewhere between the thought forming and the words leaving her mouth. Because maybe it didn’t make a difference. Maybe, no matter what they did, they’d always be seen for exactly what they were. She sighed, opening her eyes to stare up at the ceiling again. “I don’t know,” she muttered finally, because she didn’t, and it didn’t feel like there was anything else to say.

“You really think this is the way to go?” she asked, turning to look at him again. It wasn’t a challenge, simply a question. “Using their tactics against them. You think that’d work?”

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Lobby|Tags: Quest Group; Aggy|


Mirabelle blinked down at Aggy, pushing down the guilt writhing in her stomach. "I'm sorry, but it's not really something I can teach," she explained. "It's -" A curse passed down to me by my mother. "- a rare ability some children of Aphrodite possess. I just happened to be one of the lucky ones." The last part was a lie. Unlucky, more like. Charmspeak caused more problems than it solved. "But I don't think you'll need it to get your way," she chuckled, her affectionate tone contrasting with the darker thoughts swirling in her head. "Just use those big brown puppy eyes and you'll have anyone wrapped around your finger." Though her voice was light and joking, it was sound advice. At least it should keep Aggy from using violence to get what she wanted - she'd seen a sliver of the temper and the natural combat skills of that girl. Best to keep her from turning out like all the blockheaded Ares kids. With how well she fought in our spar, she could be one of them for all I know. Or Athena, or even a more minor battle god. She hadn't seen Aggy exhibit any other powers or abilities apart from her prowess in sparring, so it was difficult to tell.

Mirabelle breathed an internal sigh of relief when she saw Ash making his way up the stairs rather than using the elevator. At least I won't have to come up with an excuse why not to take the elevator. She'd taken one with her father once, when she was very young. A hotel in NYC. She suppressed a shudder as she recalled the smooth, metallic walls closing in around her, threatening to crush her tiny body in their reflective surface... Right. Calme-toi, Mirabelle. You don't have to deal with that again. She had always been claustrophobic, though she wasn't necessarily sure why. It was just one of those things she'd learned to live with. Or rather, avoid. Elevators were no exception - to be trapped in a small metal box as it moved laterally through the building... it made her skin prickle. Besides, their rooms were only on the second floor. It wasn't that long of a walk.

"Does anyone else have any room number preferences?" Mirabelle herself couldn't care less which room number she got, but it was apparent some of the others didn't share her feelings as 207 had been quickly snatched up by Teilo and Ash. It would be best to get this all sorted out as quickly as possible. She could hear a hot shower calling her name.


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

"Uh, well, duh!" Juliet retorted when Tulip asked if they had been attacked. "Why do you think we're all lying around here, Shabbat?" She snorted, shifting amidst the mound of covers Ryan had draped across her. As the satyr went on about losing her stuff, Juliet's heart rate increased a little. "Hey, I didn't touch your stuff! And I'm being totally honest for once! Does it look like I can run a heist right now?" She gestured to her blanket-clad body with her good arm. "Nope! I don't think so! Besides, what would you have that I -" Tulip had found her bag. Feeling a little stupid, Juliet clamped her mouth shut.

Thankfully, Tulip seemed more interested in the attack than any 'theft' of her precious belongings. "Do we know who did this? Uh, DUH. It's that evil Elsa frozen chick and her meshuggener of a mother!" She sat looking quite pleased with herself, as if that explanation would mean anything to the satyr. This time, she was saved from elaborating by the arrival of a very nervous-looking nymph carrying a towering platter of food. A few hunters were also hauling someone inside, but Juliet was more concerned with filling the void in her stomach than by whoever was apparently dying as they placed him on a nearby cot. "Ah, there's my dinner! 'Bout time. Come to mama."

|✂|Liv Keary|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Corey|

"Yeah, I bet" Liv snorted with barbed sarcasm. She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from one combat-booted foot to the other. When Corey complimented her macabre musings, Liv honestly couldn't tell if they were joking or not. "Maybe I'll start a collection. That'll teach those morons not to cross me." If someone did mess with her stuff, they'd definitely be getting a black eye at the least.

Liv snorted out a laugh as Corey answered her question about pronouns, though she didn't smile. "Sure it could." They were talking again; more sincerely now. "Don't test me." Still, it required a response. "She/her. But it's not like I care or anything."


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion; Mr. D's Table|Tags: Aydan|

"Like, no way! Nuh-uh, man!" Chuck shook his head, deciding to save his own hide rather than risk it for some girl he was mildly terrified of. Even if she is Mira's half-sister. "Like, go ahead, but it's your funeral!" The napkin had been completely devoured, with Chuck being none the wiser. He started in on his plate as Aydan walked over to what was sure to be a budding fight. Despite his insistence at staying out of it, the satyr couldn't keep his eyes off of the exchange. His enhanced hearing honed in on the impending squabble, cutting through the surrounding chatter. I hope he doesn't like, get himself killed.


|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Morgantown, PA|Tags: Kayle|

Vivienne was still a bit hesitant as she followed Kayle up the stairs, despite the promise of not 'murk'ing her, whatever that meant. She watched as the young woman felt for the wall with her hands, more curious than anything. She'd never met anyone who was blind before. But the way Kalye was looking at her as she explained where things were made her second-guess the other woman's sightlessness, despite the milky whites of her eyes. Vivienne shifted uneasily under the scrutiny.

"My appetite seems to be lacking." That wasn't really true - she was quite hungry after the ordeal she had endured. But her need for sleep far outweighed her need for sustenance. She was about to protest; to say she didn't need any blankets - but Kayle was already pulling open doors. What - a ghost? Vivienne blinked. I should not be surprised. This is the home of Death, after all. There are bound to be spirits wandering the halls. Rather than speak her thoughts aloud, she gave a simple nod of her head. Balderdash. She cannot see me. She'd forgotten for a moment, with the way Kayle acted. "Noted." Wait... which door leads to where again? Her dull gaze drifted over the doors, recalling only the haunted closet.

[sammy,]

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

"but it's in films because of the zeitgeist, the - the general view of it all," orin pointed out. "it wouldn't be such a - a repeated topic if it wasn't something that resonated, you know? people wanna go back in time and stop something awful from happening. it's human nature. because they have hindsight, and they go 'that was really bad, how did we let that happen?'" he pressed. "it never works, but the point - it's always there, that want." and his eyebrows rose when she made the comment on what might be done. "there's no 'might' about it." it was happening. jupiter was surrounded. the dominoes had been lined up, they were waiting to be pushed over, and they were sitting about, watching it all happening, because it wasn't happening to them yet. that didn't seem right. through all of the history that he had heard, through all of the visions that he had been granted in the depths of the mnemosyne, he understood that this was how it started; this was how it always began. the apathy that spiralled into mass destruction.

he heard her point. understood it. but she was just a second away from getting it, from reaching that final point, having the realisation. "and we don't wanna look like the bad guys, and that's where the rules come in," he shook his head. "so when's the point where, we fight back, and we're still the good guys? how many of us is he going to have to kill before we decide that it's worth killing him back? how many more funerals are there gonna be?" orin's voice was calm, despite the dreadful words. "'cause this is the beginning. he's sowed the seeds. when he starts gunning for us, and he will start gunning for us, when do we go 'actually, maybe we should forget about the morality of this situation and protect ourselves'? ten, twenty, thirty dead? fifty? a hundred? or - controversially - what about none?" it was difficult to confront, because it meant action where idleness was more comfortable. "we know he's bad. we know he's doing something. he's got information that he shouldn't have. he's leaked it to the public because he knows that that backs us into a corner. we're so terrified of being seen as the bad guys that we let them run rampant. he wouldn't wait. but we do, because the court of public opinion is just too daunting." little dots danced on the ceiling. "so the mortals'll think that we're awful. who cares? i don't. i don't think i care anymore."

it was all conjecture, theory. but the question had him nodding before he even had the chance to string the words together. "they don't expect it, do they? they rely on the rules so that they can win. do away with them and we're on an equal playing field. no holds barred. it's why vigilantes tend to get the job done," he looked over at her, gave a little shrug. "honestly, i don't know. i say all this stuff, but i saw vivienne and did nothing, so maybe i'm a hypocrite. or maybe i've just got a bit of a chip on my shoulder." a bitter smile. "do you think people would believe that i'm not a traitor if i went out and killed him myself? do you think that'd prove something?" sardonic and wry, but hiding a note of truth about the situation. who is to say they will have a place for you if you return to them?
he was. he was to say.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: quest group, ash.
ivi hampton inn, room 207

once the keys were grabbed, teilo began the slog up the steps to the room. the place felt old in an endearing way, the familiar smell of burnished wood and dust reminiscent of the pub that had been situated a stretch away from his home. it wasn't quite thatched rooves and bricked-up windows, but there was a sense of history about the place. not old old, but not shiny and new either. there were stories heaving from the walls. teasing them out would be something for another night. if there were other nights.
no need to think about that now.

the second floor wasn't too far up, though the repetitive nature of the staircase was on the verge of feeling a touch sisyphian by the time it was reached - and the seventh door, on the left, was quickly swiped and entered.
warm. finally. properly warm. no drafts from outer doors, no dry blasts of air from a struggling engine, just true warmth. his hoodie and battered shoes were finally abandoned, and when his bag was slung to the side, he didn't hesitate in falling face-first onto one of the twin beds and letting out a very appreciative noise. he hadn't been awake for a particularly long time - had survived longer stretches - but the prolonged focus on the road, the stress of the day, had certainly worn him down. almost to the point he'd forgotten his company.

a glance back at ash, and some composure returned. "not quite memory foam," he commented. "but, you know, this point, i'd take a bed of nails. i'm cream-crackered."
as tired as he was, there was a sense of foreboding that insinuated a slightly longer period of wakefulness than he would have perhaps liked. something waiting around the corner. the sense strong enough that it forced him to haul himself up, pad to the adjacent bathroom, and check behind the shower curtain. retrospectively, he wasn't sure what he would have done had he found some deranged, bates-esque serial killer behind the thin partition, but reason was not his concern in that moment. "no monsters in the bath." he informed upon return. "i do have to say that if you are a snorer then i am within my rights to kill you until you're dead. just - if you wake up at the pearly gates, try not to be too offended. it's for the greater good." he was half-joking, but doubted that even the most monstrous of noises during the night would be enough to wake him. the weariness felt like a blanket.

hopefully, he'd be able to sleep shortly.
something in him doubted that that would come to pass.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ the Hampton | Tags: Teilo, Questing Group
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

After the stragglers were ushered inside, Aiden brought up the rear of their group, counting heads to make sure everyone was present. There's only eight, we're missing - no they weren't. That's right, Laurel and Karter stayed behind after they picked up the van. That's everyone, then. There was strength in numbers, but eight against the world sounded like a stretch. Do or die, he supposed. Once inside the inn, the son of Athena tugged down his hood, thankful for the warm air inside the lobby. He shook snowflakes from his sleeves and wiped his shoes on the rug, reaching the crowd at the front desk just in time to catch Mirabelle's charmspeak. It was fascinating how well it worked, and considering its rarity among children of Aphrodite, he'd never had the chance to get a read on how it actually functioned.

Speaking of, they were in New York for a family reunion. Despite the charmspeak not directed at Aiden, the boy believed the words woven with every fiber of his being. Their family reunion, the Iredales; they had it every year in the last week or so of June, once everybody was out for summer vacation. Their usual meeting place was Jane's summer home by Long Island Sound, but the strange state of things caused a change of plans. Aiden couldn't say he liked this alternative, but it was better than freezing outside. Still, he'd rather have the beach house. Even if he had to share a room with Aggy. As the receptionist passed over the room keys, Aiden nudged his older cousin with his elbow. "Don't forget, it's also your mom's birthday. We need to get her something extra before we get there tomorrow." He took the 204 key from her offered hand and nodded for Jamie to follow. "You're with me, reading rainbow." Aiden made his way to the elevator, his pace slowing as he reached the door and the charmspeak began wearing off. He hesitated, finger hovering over the button with a glance back at Mira. "Did I just..." a short pause of disbelief before a single, vulgar word was dropped. I can't believe I fell for that.

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[✦] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒❞

"Suit yourself." Kayle shrugged disdainfully. "He makes a hell of an apple pie though, let me tell you." Speaking of, she was already starting to feel hungry again. Nothing like a few laps to work up an appetite, but if she wanted sleep she'd have to put her stomach to bed early. Maybe she could get away with a few scraps of whatever her brother was making, so long as she didn't eat too much. Kayle didn't necessarily panic upon seeing Abigail in the closet (if she recalled correctly, that was the ghost's name), but she hadn't expected it to be right there. "Yeah, you kind of... get used to it after a while." "Kind of" was the most important takeaway from all that. "I think most of them are from around here. The house isn't flooded with 'em, if that's what you're worried about. A few show up for a little bit and then go, with a couple of others coming instead. Nick calls them house guests, and I'm not sure whether he realizes he's got such a huge draw for them or he just appreciates their company. Either or." In all honesty, Kayle didn't know what went on inside his head. Finding out he was a horseman of the apocalypse wasn't... as much of a shock as it should have been, probably. Maybe she was young, maybe it just made the most sense with everything else going on.

The second, non-haunted closet was pulled open, and Kayle probed the shelves with her hands. "It's supposed to be hot tonight, so I'll just grab one and some pillows." She explained, piling them on one shoulder and kicking open the ajar door behind her, which led to the bathroom. The air didn't feel right, so Kayle pursed her lips and pulled the door back shut. "Wrong one." She whistled, shifting her attention to the other, so far unopened door. The room inside was plain, to be expected of a guest room. Boxes of this and that were cluttered around, which made it seem as though the room had been used as storage space for some time. Kayle dropped her featherweight load next to the door and started clearing some living space, lifting each box with very little effort. Entirely in the dark, no less.

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Cabin 7 ➡ Cabin | Tags: Open
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Slowly, things were beginning to calm down. The bustle and panic of her cabinmates as they flitted from camper to camper, issuing ambrosia and warm towels as needed (which they were, in mass quantities), was infectious, to say the least. Although in any other situation, Lucy could brush off and ignore the others. Her song required her full attention, as the greats she chose to play deserved no less, yet the attack left her rather unsettled. As much joy as she took in being right (it was rare that she wasn't), she hoped she wouldn't have to be.

A deadly god whose name is lost, and a son of Zeus feeding a politician snippets about the camps. Not to mention Jupiter is surrounded. But what does it all mean?

Her hand slipped ever so slightly, but there was doubt that anyone noticed. The smallest mistake didn't break the magic, but the acknowledgment of one did. Lucy had no desire to go on the quest; her life was worth more than cannon fodder for the end of the world, but for once, she regretted not taking initiative on it. She had questions. Dozens of them, all of which demanded answers, and her father's oracle did nothing to aid her endeavor. She doubted Cain would take offense to the statement, but Delphi was an idiot right now. She could give them dozens of nice and accurate prophecies, ranging from next year's weather patterns to what the next ransom for Lucy's head would be. Or, more pressingly, what in the name of Tartarus they were up against. The Greys have been more helpful, she thought with a sigh, pulling her piece to a close as the rumble of the dinner horn sounded. For once in your life, dad, would you give me a sign? Any of us? We could use that power of prophecy right about now. Ha. Funny, look at the level she's stooped to. I'm not about to beg for it, all I ask is that you pull your weight as a father for once. Unless you'd rather we all died.

"Lucy!" She didn't have to look to recognize her half-brother's voice. Nemo was occasionally a nuisance, but she tolerated his presence in those times, if only because he was on better than good terms with the Demeter cabin. "Are you heading to the dining pavilion? There's a couple of us getting food for the injured campers, but I've been in here all day." Ah, so that's what this was about. "Are you asking if you can walk with me?" His lack of a response was all the answer she needed. "Oh no, don't tell me; you're afraid of more skeletons, aren't you?" He was easy to pick on. Lucy delicately put her violin away and straightened herself, resisting the urge to pull off the bandages taped over her nose.

As much as she'd complained about the cold earlier in the day, it was a welcomed shift from the stuffy interior of the cabin. At this rate, they would have to move the Apollo kids elsewhere to sleep, since most of the beds were occupied after today's attack. Nemo fidgeted to her left, obsessively trying to warm his hands with puffs of breath. "It's too cold out." It seemed that was the mantra now. They'd hardly left the cabin circle when something caught the daughter of Apollo's eye. An arrow flew and hit its mark, pinning the translucent cloth to the backside of the Posideon cabin. Lucy would have to repay the blasphemy to the god of the sea later, as she readied a second arrow. "Nemo, go find Chiron. Now."

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

Wilhelm nodded distantly at the congratulation, his emotions on the matter rather mixed. He didn't regret any action he'd taken, but if he recalled anything that boy - a son of Khione, if he had to assume - spat in the aftermath, not everyone agreed with his decision. The dinner horn called loud and clear in the midst of their catching up, and Mateo decided to try his luck with the Apollo cabin. Will said nothing else, and let his brother go with a wave. Maybe I ought to hurry up there, he thought to himself, remembering that he'd skipped lunch to work on burial shrouds (and the following attack left him unable to eat any of the pickings he'd taken afterward). They were finished now, and it felt strange knowing they would actually be used. Some of them, at least - most of them. Whether Aiden's would be burned alone, or with a body within it... that's the thought that sickened his stomach. Still, it wasn't enough to ruin his appetite, but when Will spotted Chiron cantering up to the mess hall, he worried that wouldn't last long.

Wilhelm wasn't sure he was in the right state of mind to hear whatever announcement Chiron had planned, so he delayed his arrival slightly by taking a detour past the firepit. As expected, his weapon lay discarded right where he'd left it, just barely beyond the cinders. "Sorry," he murmured an apology to the shotgun, brushing wet snow from its body. It was understandably disgruntled, but Will didn't receive the verbal lashing he expected. In fact, he knew very little about the thing - he hadn't even named it yet, given that this was its first time seeing action. I'll have to fix that here soon. another thing to add to his mental list, and he felt even less prepared to take more bad news than before. The spots of gold in the snow were noticed but not given any thought, and Will barely acknowledged the liquid on the barrel as he set the gun against his shoulder, trudging through the cold to get some much needed dinner.

"... but I fear these attacks on camp are far from over. Tomorrow we will begin the process of fortifying our borders and setting up defences against the host of monsters, should they disable the fleece again. I must commend all of you on your bravery and skill in battle on this night." By the time Will reached the mess hall, Chiron sounded as though he was wrapping up the rest of his announcements. An ear pricked to the campers around him answered any questions he might have had; the shrouds would be burned at the funerals tonight, and with confirmation that Orin was among the deceased, that brought the total to nineteen. As grim as it sounded, this was beyond murder. This was war.

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin 10 | Tags: Honey
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

It hurt. More accurately, however, it stung. Or perhaps saying it burned fit better. Frost bite. If the situation weren't so dire, he might've laughed at the irony of it. Despite his earlier fumbles and stutters with Honey, she seemed to have her heart set on staying. It surprised him, so say the least. "Th - Thank - Thank you." Cain struggled to get the words out, but a weight lifted from his chest once they were in open air. "I wouldn't expect you to have healing powers," that would be far too convenient. The bite on his arm hurt so much that the pain started to numb, only coming on and off in waves. He wasn't sure if that's how pain worked, but Cain didn't have a better answer to describe it. Still, a description like that could pose problems; from what he remembered, not all of the satyrs were very good at interpreting meaning, especially if metaphors were used. Cain winced as he accepted Honey's offered hand, taking aid to stagger back to his feet. "The -" a pause, long enough for the reminder to settle in. "I think Cabin Seven is the new infirmary," he corrected softly, the fingers on his right arm quaking from the cold.