Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[demolition lovers]

Winona
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☾18|she/her| Hecate|Dining Pavilion|Jane Daughtry

Winnie finished her prayer (or sacrifice, or whatever) and made her way to the strangely empty Hecate table, eyes down. A rustle alerted her to someone following her. She turned, surprised by the gentle politeness. The girl...woman? Wasn't from here. She also seemed to be from a completely different time period. Nice outfit, though.
Winnie grinned. "I like the veggie options. There's a really good sweet potato and black bean enchilada bake today. But if you want meat, go for the beef stew. It feels good in the cold." She said. "You're new here, aren't you? Or old. I like your dress." Winnie rambled. "Sorry. I haven't been here for a bit. Winona." She said, offering her hand.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Because they can justify it.” The frustration was clear in her voice, annoyance with all of it—the unfairness of the unspoken rules they were all forced to follow, the complications threaded into every situation, the fact that none of them had actually asked to be put in these situations in the first place. All of it was getting to her, making her skin crawl with a feeling that felt a bit like doing something rash and a bit like crawling under a blanket and ignoring it all. “Because they have their prophecy and they have their quest rules so they’re allowed. They can act like it’s all okay and that they’re doing what they’re supposed to because they have approval from the gods or whatever.” She let out a little huff of breath at the following sarcastic statement, not really a laugh, but something like that. She didn’t imagine anyone would be too happy to be praising her either. Most of the other campers didn’t notice when she was around, that was her own design, but most of those who did—despite her wishes to fade into the background—didn’t tend to be her biggest fans. “Oh, I think they’d be overjoyed,” she replied with a wry smirk.

She looked back at him, considering his words in silence for a moment. “Easy?” she almost laughed, but when the thought was mulled over, the simple way that he had put it, it did seem easy. A few quick steps and it could be done, there was nothing actually standing in their way. “Do you think he’s working with Khione? I mean, if she’s trying to kill us all with a snowstorm then sending a politician to make things worse...doesn’t seem like that much of a stretch, does it?” It was the theory that made the most sense in her head, but even as she said it it felt wrong. There had to be something more complicated than that.

Her eyebrows raised at the following comment, though her face quickly spit into a smile. “Coming out as alive. At least it’s not like...well it’s…” She paused before turning to face him. She’d been going to make a point that it would be well received, that at least there wasn’t the worry of people responding badly beyond the initial shock—confusion and fear, yes, but all it took to abate that was the barest of explanations. But she hadn’t been there in the Dining Hall, hadn’t seen everything that had gone down. She didn't actually know how his return was going to be received. “They’ll be happy. Your siblings and...Jude and all of them. I mean…” She scrunched up her nose. “Surprised, obviously. But, you know...glad you’re not dead.”

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Hampton Inn, room 204|tags: quest group, Aiden

Aiden didn’t seem too pleased with his suggestion to take the stairs, and Jamie shot him a sheepish smile in return. “They’re terrifying!” he argued, his smile disappearing instantly. “They’re just big slidey coffins and they—they get stuck and then you’re trapped in a big metal box of death.” He was trying to justify his point, but flaunting his fear of elevators was probably not the best way to convince the others he was a worthy addition to the quest. It certainly wasn’t a good way of convincing himself, but the words were out before he could stop them, his voice a little high and hysterical. “Well if you’ve never seen one then you don’t know what there is to be scared of,” he muttered before finally letting the subject drop.

He was going to thank Aiden for agreeing and not insisting on the elevator, but the second he opened his mouth, Aggy was making another loud comment and racing up the stairs, clearly looking for a race. He glanced back at Aiden and shrugged before following, not bothering with trying to catch up.

Jamie was just as confused by the door as the son of Athena. He’d never stayed in a hotel before. The closest thing he’d experienced was camping with his dad. They went every year the week after he got home from camp, just a few days in the woods before the weather got too cold and before Jamie had to go back to school. But tents didn’t have keycards. “I think you just—“ he started to make a suggestion when Aiden managed to figure it out. He followed him into the room, setting his bag down gently at the end of the far bed before wandering over to the window, peering out at the snow cascading down. He glanced over his shoulder at the question, raising his eyebrows as he walked over to his own bed, gingerly feeling the sheets before he sat down, perched awkwardly on the edge. “I guess so. I’ve never been anywhere like this, but I don’t think they’d put soft beds in one room and scratchy ones in another.” He grinned, some of his nerves starting to ease away now that the imminent threat of freezing to death had faded. “Unless they do. Maybe we nabbed the good room.”

[WitchHazel]

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


Mirabelle offered Aiden a warm smile when he tried to reassure her, but guilt still warred in her stomach. His mention of Victoria's name made the colour drain from her face. I'll just blame that on the fatigue. It works most of the time. She maintained her smile, though it wasn't easy. Flashes of red danced across her vision. Cries for her to stop. But then she blinked, and it was gone. Only Aiden remained, trying his best to offer her some support.

Get some sleep? With how tired she suddenly felt, maybe she actually would. It would be nice to sleep though the night for once. Get a grip, Mirabelle! That's only wishful thinking. Don't get too far ahead of yourself. Hope will only crush you in the end. She didn't miss Aiden's comment about the fear of elevators - it only added to her guilt. It's just a machine, not a monster. You shouldn't be afraid. But the memories of walls closing in inside a tight, steel box dominated her brain. Jamie's talk about the 'big slidey coffins' certainly didn't help. I'm just... focus. Right. Focus. Get upstairs, unlock hotel room. Take hot shower. Bedtime routine, then bed. Simple.

With a rush of relief, Mirabelle followed the others up the stairs. Thank the gods we're not taking that confounded thing. She would have had to come up some sort of excuse to avoid it, but she was spared that embarrassment. Aggy was far ahead of her, no doubt. But she lacked the energy to climb the stairs much faster. It's been a while since I used charmspeak intentionally. That must've really drained me. Still... she didn't recall being this tired the last time. It's been a long day. I just... I need a hot shower and some sleep. Then I'll be fine... right?


Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Tulip|

Juliet took a huge bite out of her chicken platter, not even bothering to fully swallow before answering. "I dunno, Khione's just kinda always had it out for us. Or that's what I heard." She chomped down on some more food as she continued on, gorging herself like a starved beast. "Yeah, evil Elsa chick. V-something, I think. Her name's not important, just that she's some meshuggener who wants to kill us all or something." She shrugged, ripping off another morsel. "I'm not the best person to ask about that sorta stuff. Don't really pay attention to history and mythology lessons." A pause, where she ruminated momentarily. "Or any lessons, for that matter. Go ask one of the nerds, they'll probably know something."


Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Outside Cabin Seven|Tags: Open|

Kathryn opened a bleary eye to the stately interior of the Apollo cabin. It was less bustling than it had been when she'd fallen asleep - er, passed out, more like. Thank the stars for that. Fatigue still tugged at her bones, but it was much less than the exhaustion that had overtaken her earlier. More like 'I've had a busy productive day' type of tired, rather than 'I'm literally gonna pass out' type of tired.

Lucy's music had stopped, which was a minor disappointment. I must've missed dinner as well. Figures. She huffed, rolling her eyes a little. I might as well just duck out and go back to my own cabin. She heaved herself to her feet, somewhat reluctant to leave the warmth of the cot. As she began her departure, she quickly located the meager belongings she'd come in with and replaced them on her person. She actively ignored Juliet and Tulip's conversation, pushing out the door and into the bracing cold. It's not so bad once you get used to it.


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

"Yeah, that'd be nice for a change," Liv growled. "Would keep me from being bothered by nosey people like you." There was no real venom behind the words; not this time. But being left alone by other people would be marvelous. Maybe she really would start that hand collection, if only to get people to quit pestering her. "Or maybe I'll make a crown of teeth. Or an ear necklace. I'll have to think on it."

Corey was talking about 'godly parents' now. "Ares? Isn't that a zodiac sign or something?" She made a rude face at the notion. "I don't even know half the Greek gods. There's Zoos or something, the one with the lightning, right?" That was really all she remembered, apart from the aforementioned Hermes. But then the horse-guy who wasn't always a horse was talking; telling them to go to 'campfire'. He sounded grim. "Is he always this much of a buzzkill?" I don't really care. There'd better be marshmallows though.


Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Leaving Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|Mentions: Ophelia, Aydan, Riley|

Chuck's skin turned as white as the snow littering the ground when Riley directed her predatory stare to rest on him. Like, oh no. Nope, nope nope nope. Frustration simmered inside as his sensitive ears picked up the words she tossed absently towards Aydan. Sidekick? SIDEKICK!? I'm nobody's sidekick! Despite the terror pounding in his veins, he did his best to look fierce as he shot a look over at the 'passionate discussion'.

Ophelia insisted that everything was 'fine'. It wasn't; he could clearly see that. Mira does the same thing. Any time she was upset, injured, or sick, she was 'fine'. Everything was 'fine'. Chuck didn't want to stick around to see how 'fine' everything really was.

Thankfully, Chiron's solemn call to the campfire interrupted anything stupid he had been considering. He glanced down at the table only to find that he had apparently devoured all of his food, as well as the silverware and plate. Oh well. Like, less cleanup for the harpies, man. With a small shrug, the satyr followed some of the demigods who were already making their way out.


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

Ice cream. The last time she'd had that, she'd been at Camp Half-Blood. Audra had still been alive. Control yourself, Vivienne. Now is not the time for memories. "That sounds..." Lovely. Considerate. "...acceptable." She listened to Kayle chatter on, thankful that her disastrous appearance went unseen.

Guests staying in his bed? What... oh. She hadn't taken Nicholas for that type of person. Just the thought of him engaging in romantic relations was enough to set her teeth on edge. It felt odd to think of him in that way, but she soon rationalised that horseman or no, he was still human. He still ate and drank and slept - wait, did he actually sleep? She wasn't sure - like everyone else. He still wanted to be loved like everyone else.

"I shall... shower. Yes." It would give her the chance to get all the dust off, not to mention tame her unruly hair. As well as clean my wounds. The butt of Will's rifle had cut open her cheek, and she hadn't taken any ambrosia for it. Not yet, though she wasn't so sure she wanted it. I have never needed it in the past. I shall be all right. It didn't seem very deep anyway. There was the potential for a scar, though that thought didn't bother Vivienne as much as it should have. I suppose I should not inquire about a change of clothes. I have already tested their hospitality enough. She would make do with the slip under her dress, at least to sleep in. She didn't necessarily want to change back into her torn, filthy clothing, but she didn't have much of a choice. They have already done more than enough for me.


Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Morgantown, PA|Tags: Nicholas|

Audra had searched for the quest group on her own. She'd searched, but the state of New York was huge. Without an emotional anchor to bind to... well, it was nigh impossible to find them. Eventually, she returned to the familiar presence holding her on the mortal plane. June. She was in a house now, the house of that - Horseman, whatever that meant. The word 'apocalypse' was also thrown around quite a bit, but she didn't really care. She had a mission.

He was cooking something that smelled delicious. If she could eat, she was sure it would have tasted wonderful. She would just have to resign herself to enjoying the scent for now. "Er - pardon me, Mr. Horseman, sir." Well, that title was just plain silly. "Mr. Storm, was it? I wanted to thank you for what you did for us. Myself and June - er, Vivienne, I mean." Wow. This is sounding a lot more awkward than I had hoped. "I hope I'm not asking too much, but - I heard there would be a quest to solve the winter weather hazard in New York, and - I was hoping you could help me find the demigods who were sent out on the quest. I just want to make sure they're not planning to..." Kill her. She couldn't bring herself to say the words. "... hurt Jun-um-Vivienne." She didn't think she'd be seen; not unless there was an Underworld child along on the quest. But that was a risk she would have to take. I have to keep her safe. Even in death, I vow it.

[sammy,]

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

"nail on the head," orin nodded solemnly. the system with which the camp was dealing with issues was certainly not up to scratch. "give us free will, but don't stray too far from the beaten path, or you'll start seeing things from a perspective that doesn't cast them in such a positive light, the gods. the camp. all of it. i think there's a bit of them that likes the high body counts. they like to think that it means something, people dying for a plight, people falling in wars that shouldn't have actually happened. if one hundred thousand people are killed by a threat, but a million are saved from neutralising it, then the winners are the golden children. forget, you know, the lives of those hundred thousand that could've well been living it up like larry if the problem had never been allowed to exist in the first place." hypothesis again, theory, but sincere nevertheless. neither of them were to be the heroes painted on the sides of vases. he didn't think they suited it - which made the concept of going out, doing something properly, all the more tempting. an act of rebellion. proof of power. "stealing their spotlights? undercutting the oracle? oh, they'd be singing our praises." he rolled his eyes at the thought.

"lemon squeezy," orin nodded. he believed it. the question was a good one. it seemed too planned to be accidental. "i think..." had to roll it over in his head a couple of times. "i think that - i think he's strategic. he knows what he's doing. he's timed it well, made it so that mortals collude it with the weather, and we ignore it for the weather. i think it'd be a missed opportunity if he wasn't working with her, so - yeah. yeah, i do. maybe a bit. even if it's just about the timing. i think that the moment has been picked specifically." he considered all the years the man must have spent in the lower ranks of politics - how long this had been brewing just out of reach. if there were warning signs, he didn't think anyone had seen them. "i think it might've been planned for a little longer. i think this business was just the breaking of the final seal. all hell breaks loose."

coming out as alive. that seemed the best way to put it, given the situation. he hoped she was right. "never know. grief's a hell of a drug. haven't really given anyone time to get past the 'denial' part. if i'm coming in at 'anger', then it's gonna be weird to see where all'a that goes," just thinking out loud at that point, but the point shifted a little when he was given the opportunity to look her in the eye.

"thank you, by the way," orin said. "for not - i don't know, i can't really say 'for not stabbing me', since i had your knives, but i don't know what i would've done if i were you. ran, probably. very far. across continents. couldn't've asked for a better reception."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♙
x──────i ii eris proxy. iii thirty-seven. iiii tags: ramsay.
ivi hotel.

"you know, i could believe that," he commented in response. "lots of new things being proposed to me recently. i only just figured out what instagram's for. i thought it was for weighing cake ingredients in a pinch." the occurrence that she probably wouldn't get the joke hadn't risen yet. he was mostly trying to humour himself, his true target audience.
as hicks left, a glance in his direction. "rubber gloves," he said. when the bodyguard frowned, confused, he elaborated with two words: "get some."

now, malcolm wasn't quite sure why he'd asked for them, but it was certain that they'd be needed at some point. that felt like a solid basis to build upon.

"i do, don't i?" malcolm led her from the suv into the general reception, ignoring the glances from perhaps concerned onlookers. "trick is, you talk fast enough, people assume that you know what you're talking about. you flap your hands about, put on a stern impression, and that's it. that's people sold. you don't have to say anything of note, it doesn't even particularly have to be true, you just say it fast enough, and if you're wearing a tie, then you're the smartest person in the room. all eyes on you." into the lift, where he pressed the button for floor seven. "the tricks of the trade, ramsay. i think you'll learn quickly."

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

"yeah, i like it," the colour was nice. caught the light well. the sort of colour he'd expect in the petals of flowers, not on heads of hair. it drew the attentions. the thought of being able to change his hair colour at will was a bizarre one - the dark mop that sat atop his skull was apparently impervious to bleach, no matter how many times his older sister had tried to bestow frosted tips upon him in his childhood. in retrospect, that was probably a dodged bullet. he hadn't had the gall to say no to her at the time. someone had blessed him with very stubborn follicles. idly, he pondered on whether that was one of thanatos' powers - then brushed the thought off. silly. "oh." he'd caught the wrong drift. that was alright. he'd figure it out along the way.

the silence that hung was thick enough to cut like a knife. teilo knew very well that silence was not quiet. it was a creature that lurked in the corners of rooms, that crept inside the mind and ingrained its roots into the skin. there was nothing wrong with quiet. quiet was safe. silence was alive. so, when the words came, finally, he was thankful for their shattering effect.

the immediate result, once the words were out, was confusion. his brain was lagging behind a little. he'd put it down to being tired. was hinged on the colours, the coffee, because those were the anchors of the conversation. with a furrowed brow, he spoke. "well, i quite like - you know the colour that the sky goes, just after sunset and just before the night sinks its teeth in? that kind of - it's not really blue but it's not really grey, either. it's a nice inbetween. i like that. and i like my coffee - um, hot. not sludgey. filtered. proper roasted grounds. i don't - i mean, i don't know why that was so difficult, i'm -"

and then the rest of the words were processed. and he got it. sort of wished that he hadn't. wanted to exist in the limbo space of bafflement for a little longer. "but you're not talking about..." he trailed off, mouth growing drier with every passing second. it should have been happy. it would have been. here were emotions reciprocated: but shared feelings were dangerous. he'd allowed himself to fall into that trap once, allowed adoration to cloud his normally stoic demeanour, and the recipient had died. allowing himself to feel things had a hundred-percent mortality rate for the person he felt them for. that made them dangerous. alarm bells blared. that nausea again.

he flipped the stone in his hand more hastily, thankful for the blank wall that he stared at, for the distraction of the falling snow. he'd lost all of the words in both of his languages and there was no way to explain what was racing through a usually placid and objective mind. "i don't -" he managed, unsure of where the sentence was going. "i don't understand why, i don't - why do you - why would - i don't get it. i don't - you barely even know me, and i get - after, i had a feeling, but i didn't think that -" it normal for sentences to come out as fragmented as they were in that moment, but it was all a lot. the stone was placed at his side, chin replacing its pressure in his hands. "i don't know what i'm supposed to do. i always know what i'm supposed to do. i don’t want you to die." the last words muffled and barely there, slipping out of their own accord, unchecked by a normally faultless filter.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | the Hampton ➡ Room 204 | Tags: Jamie
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

"If you're too scared to get in one with me, I don't see how I can see what all the fuss is about. It can't be that bad." Realistically, Jamie's fears were valid. He knew Mirabelle was claustrophobic, and spending even a short amount of time confined to a metal box could make somebody like that freak out. Combine that with being suspended by metal cables hundreds of feet into the air... Aiden could see the numbers piling up. Still, how were they supposed to go up against a full-fledged goddess if they exhausted themselves taking the stairs every time?

Although opening the hotel had been a second hurdle, it didn't sound as though Jamie knew it any better than he did. With the roadblock cleared, the two boys welcomed themselves into the room and sealed it off from the rest of the building, accompanied only by each other and the hum of the room's heater. It was set at 60° Fahrenheit (presumably to conserve funds), so Aiden shamelessly bumped it up to 70°. "You've never stayed in a hotel before?" he didn't know why that surprised him. "I guess Mira just made this sound so normal, like it was something everybody did outside of camp." he cracked a smile at Jamie's joke and sat up on the bed, swinging his legs against the bouncy mattress. "What is it people do outside of camp, anyway? Like what do you do when you go home for the fall, besides go to school?" Because of course obviously, he went to school.

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

"Great." Kayle replied, sounding slightly calloused as if she were responding from a script. "I'll drop you some towels then, and I've got a bottle of shampoo that stays that I don't mind you using. If there's any of it left, I uh..." she threaded her fingers into her mane of hair and ruffled it, fluffing it out. "I go through a lot of shampoo." God, this was awkward. Instead of digging herself deeper, Kayle said nothing else and set out in search of the required items.

1) towels
They were in the linen closet that what's-her-name was hiding in, and with uncanny timing, a soft patter of footsteps came up the stairs. "Have you seen her?" Kayle knelt down to the ghost's level, nodding slowly. "Be very quiet," she whispered with a finger to her lips. She then pointed to the closet. "In there, but I didn't tell you." The ghost nodded, tiptoeing up to the door as Kayle stepped back against the wall.
"I found you!"
"That's not fair, you always win when we play hide and seek!"
"Girls," Kayle whistled to get their attention. "Come on, play nice. We have a guest, don't start being ugly." she put her hands on her hips for effect. "Best behavior. Why don't you two play downstairs? I'm sure Nick wouldn't mind the company." The sisters seemed to like her suggestion, and after a quick "thank you" they were gone, and a towel and washrag (they felt like a matching set, but honestly she wasn't sure) were achieved.

2) shampoo
"God, where the hell did I put it?" Kayle left a travel bag of stuff at her brother's house on the rare occasion she stayed the night, and usually, it was always in the same spot. Tucked in the linen closet, next to the aloe cream and a second bottle that smelled like peroxide. "Ah!" Immediately she recognized the waterproof fabric of the bag, but the bottle next to it wasn't shampoo. "Piss." Well, there goes that idea. Kayle bumbled back down the steps, poking her head into the kitchen. Nicholas was cutting tomatoes, having a conversation with what felt like one of the sisters. "Oi, bonehead!" She heard the knife clatter on the cutting board and the sharp smell of blood hit her nose. He'd be fine. "Where's my shampoo bottle?"
"Your - what?"
"Sham -" a clap. "- poo. Where is it? It's not next to my travel bag."
"Did you check the other side of the closet?"
"No, why would I check the other side of the closet?"
"Because it might have been moved. You know Stacie and Abigail are in there every day when they're here." She heard a cardboard box hit the counter and took it as her cue to leave. "Kayyyyyyy love you." As promised, it was on the other side of the closet, even on the same shelf.

The shampoo bottle was placed on the vanity next to the towels, and between all that confusion, she'd lost the whereabouts of Vivienne. "Hey V lady, I got all your stuff in there. Care to - shout? I don't know where you went."

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

Mr. Horseman. That was a new one. "So I take it you still don't know what I am?" his tone held surprise, though only slightly. "It's refreshing, actually. Not having to listen to your thoughts race on why I'm waiting around to kill you a second time. That's usually what happens with spirits." Currently, he was mixing together a blend of garlic, cherry tomatoes, olive oil, and salt and pepper in a bowl. Similar to Vivienne, the horseman's current state was a rather disheveled one, the throbbing pain in his head and shoulder buried under a haze of nectar. Nicholas was holding it together, but only just; the only reason he managed to stand at all was by leaning almost entirely on the counter, using it for support as he maneuvered through the kitchen. "You shouldn't thank me. I should apologize for not doing it earlier." a hint of remorse tainted his tone. "It was painful to see how much you were pleading, it was all I could do to just ignore it for Khione's plan to carry on."

"No, you heard right." Speak of the devil. "Khione mentioned something about Camp Whoseahollerit sending someone to Mount Marcy." He began, examining the spread of ingredients in the bowl. Not enough tomatoes, he decided, beginning to slice a few more of the bite sized tomatoes into halves. "Group of ten or something, according to her informant. She sounded like she had it handled, they were more concerned about making sure I got the Doors -"
"Oi, bonehead!"
Nicholas jumped, hands going rigid. His finger went under the knife and it bit into his flesh, a trophy of golden ichor now lining the blade. The horseman bit back a few choice words and shook out his hand. "Where's my shampoo bottle?" He blinked. "Your - what?" His sister clapped her hands for effect. "Sham -" clap. "- poo. Where is it? It's not next to my travel bag." Oh, so that's what this was about. "Did you check the other side of the closet?" He asked, trying to recall if he'd seen it anywhere else besides the closet. "No, why would I check the other side of the closet?" She made a fair point. "Because it might have been moved. You know Stacie and Abigail are in there every day when they're here." It was true, the hall closet was one of Abigail's favorite spots. Stacie seemed to forget them each time, but spirits didn't always have a good memory.

Nicholas fumbled with a box of bandaids as Kayle sprinted off, seeming content with his answer. "Love you too," he murmured, a cough bubbling in his chest. As much as he would've liked to, he didn't have the strength to suppress it. The cough was much worse than it had been that morning, and the glob of gold blood sitting in the paper towel he'd used to cover it was concerning. "I can't make you any promises on that," Nicholas answered once he recovered, clearing the hoarseness from his voice. "It's not my domain, finding a pack of living demigods isn't something I can do on a whim like I can with ghosts. That said, if you want to hang around here for a while I might be able to figure something out." It wasn't as though he expected Audra to go anywhere else, considering what was holding her so strongly to this plane.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Teilo
Location: Room 207

"Good" a smile spread along with a faint pinkness across his cheeks. The dreaded new feeling was back though it was slowly becoming less worrisome and just something to get used to. It took Teilo a good minute before replying, Ash thought his reply would calm down the beating of his heart but it didn't seem he understood the point he was getting to.

Ash listened to his answers though to his questions with a smile lingering. At least that's the answer to those questions. He was about to explain further, or try to, but it seemed Teilo finally put the pieces together as he voiced that it wasn't what Ash was saying. Since he had said his peace Ash turned back around waiting patiently for Teilo's next words. Was he going to get rejected? He looked to the bathroom debating on telling Teilo to forget he ever said anything and running for that hot shower. But, instead his body felt heavy and refused to move so he looked back to Teilo as he mentally prepared himself for the heartbreak of rejection.

Then the words came jumbled, as jumbled as Ash felt. Why? that was a good question. Did he even have an answer for him? "Why not? You're interesting, someone I see worth figuring out. It's difficult to try explain.." especially since this is something new for me. The last bit of his sentence gave Ash a few thoughts and questions.

"You didn't think what?" he stood now itching to get closer to Teilo. He wanted to see his expression, to see what Teilo's eyes could tell him that his words couldn't quite translate. From behind Teilo seemed solemn as he laid his chin on his hands. Ash took a step closer reaching a hand out to put on the shoulder that was a foot or so away from him. He opened his mouth about to say sorry for saying anything until Teilo continued and Ash retreated a step. "It's ok to not know, it's ok to let your heart make your decisions sometimes." He didn't catch the final part of what Teilo was saying. The words didn't sound like a complete rejection. Ash tried to make sense of the broken sentences but for some reason his brain wasn't wanting to work, seeing the sentences as a mess of a math problem rather than English.

He moved, body still feeling heavy, to Teilo. He stood like a statue for a few minutes before dropping to his knees in front of the son of Thanatos. His cognac eyes met with Teilo's blue one's. "Sleep on it." he didn't fancy waiting to hear what the next move for them would be, if there was to be one. He wanted to know his complete thoughts now "I know it's a lot to spring on you. You can tell me what you want at breakfast tomorrow?" he suggested as he finally made a reach for Teilo's shoulder.

『♕ 』 Elios Castellanos『♕ 』

Son of Dionysus ☺ Cabin 12 ☺ 17 ☺ Bisexual

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Tags: Chad
Location: Dining pavilion

Elios finally made his way to the pavilion after he figured out Hamish wasn't going to be much help with finding him blue slushies. He wasn't exactly hungry for anything else. Elios' eyes caught Mr. D's and the god beckoned him over. Elios turned on his heel and looked for somewhere else to sit, and maybe someone to help him. Elios was definitely one to hold a grudge and was still mad at the wine god for giving him and addiction to blue slushies. He tapped his fingers rapidly at his side as he scanned the pavilion.

Elios' eyes finally landed on his victim, the boy had buzzed hair and looked fairly strong. Elios snuck up to the boy "Hey sport, willing to do a favor for one of Mr. D's kids?" yeah yeah he used that card still even if he was mad at dear dad. He put on the most charming smile he could muster. He finally caught sight of Chad's bloody bandaged arm. "Oh sh- well it may be a bit difficult with your arm looking like that." he laughed awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“It’s always like that,” she huffed. “Wars, I mean. It’s not like it’s necessary for thousands of people to give their lives, it’s just governments controlling people and making them deal with their conflicts. The gods are no different. It doesn’t matter who dies if they don’t have to get their hands dirty. It keeps everyone under their thumbs.” The corner of her mouth twitched up in a smile at the following comment, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Nobody wanted to go against the grain, and nobody wanted anyone else doing it either. Even the more rebellious campers would find ways of stirring things up, but no one ever really went against the bigger rules that had been laid out, the unspoken code of loyalty to something that didn’t even make sense.

Auggie frowned, considering the situation with Khione. It seemed obvious enough, they were both causing problems that were so clearly intertwined, they had to be working together. But something about it was bothering her, something in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Why him though? Obviously he’s good at what he’s doing but...goddesses don’t typically go around picking random British politicians to help them with their schemes. There must be something else.” She didn’t expect an answer, was simply voicing her thoughts out loud, trying to piece it together, as if she'd find an answer in her own words. “Literally,” she added to the comment of hell breaking loose, images of ghastly faces and the sound of blade scraping against bone flashing through her head. She shivered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment.

The gore of the battle and the unsettling feeling of seeing the undead again, after so many years with her life void of apparitions, immediately faded when she looked at him again, attention shifting to the problem of the world outside the cabin walls. “Well…” She was lost for words. Coming back from the dead wasn’t exactly a common occurrence, it wasn’t like either of them had experience to draw from to know how anyone else was going to react. “It’ll be okay,” she said firmly, not sure how she knew but feeling certain that it would be. “And if anybody reacts badly…” A small flicker of a smile. “I still have one good arm to knock them out.”

Her face twisted in confusion, one eyebrow raised. “Thank me?” She laughed. “Yeah, well...I think I was a bit too stunned to be doing any stabbing.” She would have avoided his gaze had his face not been inches from her own, there was nowhere else to look, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his anyways. “I didn’t want to run. I don’t ever want to run away from you.” It sounded stupid out loud, the kind of thing she would have rolled her eyes at if she'd heard anyone else say it, but she meant it. She was sick of running away from everything. She’d tried it. She’d done it countless times. She didn’t feel like running away anymore, and part of that scared her, but it felt safe, like if she had to choose one person not to run from, she’d picked the right one.

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[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Hampton Inn, room 204|tags: Aiden

“Well take it yourself then,” Jamie responded with a smile, raising his eyebrows as he led the way up the stairs. “That’d give you a better experience of how awful they are anyways.” He was relieved when they made it into the hotel room, not that he was above asking for help, and he was sure Mira wouldn’t have minded showing them what to do, but it would have been a little humiliating to admit that neither of them knew how to use a keycard.

He flopped back on the bed, arms spread out on either side of him as he inspected a mysterious patch on the stuccoed ceiling. He shook his head slowly. “No. My dad’s not exactly...we can’t afford to travel much. And when we do we don’t stay in hotels, just road trips and stuff, you know? We camp.” He paused at the question, considering it for a moment before responding. “Well...I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask,” he chuckled. “I’m pretty boring. But...I don’t know. Hang out with friends sometimes, go to movies or...oh!” He sat up quickly, curly hair flopping into his eyes that he quickly brushed back in his excitement to share the sudden memory with Aiden. “There’s this farm in my town, and they have a pumpkin patch, so every October since I was a kid, me and my dad go there. And they’ve got, like, animals and stuff, and there’s this corn maze. But they have people in the corn maze, like—dressed up in costumes and stuff. And they jump out at you or just sneak around corners and follow you. There was a clown with an airhorn once. It’s terrifying.” He beamed, his fond expression a drastic contradiction to his words and to the face of the boy who had been fearful of an elevator moments before. “Or...I dunno.” He shrugged awkwardly. “Other stuff. What’s camp like during the year?” he asked suddenly, wanting to turn the attention away from himself. “Is it weird with less people around?”

[takara]

❀ | Jane Daughtry
Appears 19 | She/her | Hunter of Artemis | -> Dining pavilion | Winona

Jane shifted, unsure how to proceed. Uh... "Oh," It isn't for me, but "Thank you, I'll have to consider that," She looked to the table, squinting as she considered a bowl. Is it self-serve? It wasn't last time, and I'd hate to upset the nymphs... For their part, said nymphs were too busy fluttering around with dishes and carting off others to the temporary sick bay to care too much. She watched a kid approach the table and snatch a plate, lading soup into it without preamble. Bingo! It's settled!

She returned to the conversation at hand as the girl took it upon herself to keep it alive. "Oh, thanks?" She said, more of a question than an answer. She ran a hand along the skirt, showing off the flow of it. "Nah, I'm a Hunter," She removed her hand from the skirt, and brushed aside her thick locks to show the silver circlet woven in. With her other hand, she took Winona's hand, squeezing firmly and giving a hearty pump. "Jane. It's a pleasure to meet you, though I may have hoped for better circumstances." Tragedy was the crash course way of meeting people. You learned their worst fears, what they held close to their heart, before you had an inkling of their birthday.

Something about the girl's response bothered her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. "Has something kept you from camp?" She asked, considering Winona with a critical eye. Camp Half-Blood was meant to be a safe space for these demigods, and yet...

[demolition lovers]

Winona
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☾18|she/her| Hecate|Dining Pavilion|Jane Daughtry

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Winona watched Jane grinning in appreciation of the skirt. Oh cool! A Hunter. That would explain the timeless look. "That's pretty cool. Always on the run, fighting things, finding danger..." She sighed. Winnie missed the group she had been running with, it went against everything she'd been taught at camp, stay safe, don't provoke monsters, blah blah blah, and...she had loved it. Camp wasn't really safe either, if she was being honest. All the kids here, the lives lost...she shuddered slightly, before snapping back to the conversation. "I can go up with you, if you want. It's just kind of an endless buffet." She grinned. At The Hunter's question, her face fell slightly. Camp Halfblood was her home. She loved it here, but it wasn't the same lately. "Um...that's kind of a long story. You don't know what's been happening lately?"

Honestly, Winnie wasn't sure how much the outside world knew about what was going on. The Gods, (except for the ones who had taken an interest in their children's plights) hadn't really given mny clues about what was happening and how to fix it. Mr. D wouldn't spill, obviously, and Chiron was the king of quiet. "It's...not as safe as it used to be. You saw the snow...somehting's wrong."[ /color]

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Dining hall(Hermes table)|Tags/Mentions:Delilah,Hermes npc,open
Cass continued to poke half-heartedly at her dinner. The thought of the funerals as well as her worries about her cabin mates destroyed what was left of her appetite. Cass was pulled from her thoughts by Delilah sitting next to her moving over slightly not even looking up from her plate. Cass shrugged in response to Delilah's question "about as well anyone can be in this situation" Cass responded while picking up her coffee cup and taking a sip. Cass turned towards Delilah and asked "How about yo~ " but stopped surprised at her friend's new hairstyle. Cass looked surprised for a moment but gave an approving nod "I like your hair" She said before taking another sip of her coffee with a small grin. Although the cut was rather uneven, Delilah still looked good in Cass' opinion and she certainly was going to support her friend's new style. "If you want you could probably ask Markus for some product if you want to style it" Cass motioned with her thumb to her younger brother sitting beside her. Even if he said no Cass was ready to "borrow" said hair product for Delilah anyways.

Jack Morrison|17|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc: dining hall|Tags/mentions:Open
Jack finished up with his bee friends and began to make his way over to the dining hall. He had missed the announcements but that was okay he figured he could ask someone about it later. Jack grabbed a plate of food choosing some salad as well as some fruit. he settled down at the Demeter table and began to eat.

Cricket|immortal|Dryad|Asexual panromantic|Loc:Cabin circle|Tags/mentions:Lucy, open
Cricket continued walking towards the dining hall throwing their boomerang absentmindedly. As they threw their boomerang they got distracted by a voice telling someone else to go and get Chiron. Cricket paused concerned "What happened, Is someone hurt, Is the attack still not over" They thought to themselves as questions swirled around in their head, while they shuffled their feet nervously in the snow. Unfortunately, Cricket's boomerang wasn't aware they were distracted and did what Cricket's boomerang did best, Which was nailing someone in the side of the head. That someone being Cricket themself. "Oh fartknocker" Cricket exclaimed holding their head and kneeling on the ground. "Oh Zeus' beard that hurt" Cricket hissed. After a moment Cricket grabbed their boomerang that was lying in the snow and slowly stood up. Their head still hurt but at least it was tolerable and they really wanted to make sure that no one was hurt.

Noticing Lucy standing next to the Poseidon cabin with her bow drawn and an arrow currently sticking out of the cabin pinning something to it. "Umm Hey do you need help" Cricket asked as they got closer. Although Cricket wasn't exactly sure what help they could provide. Lucy seemed pretty capable of dealing with the situation for the time being. "If anything I can hide behind her while she kicks butt" Cricket thought to themselves as they waited to see if they could do anything for the Apollo camper.