Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sweet.peaches~]

「 ʀɪʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀʟᴍᴇʀ 」
⚡ 16 | she/her | zeus | location: dining pavilion (table 10) | tags: ophelia, aydan

she slightly raised an eyebrow at the lie. ophelia's itching for a fight, isn't she? but why would she? there was literally no reason for her to not grasp onto the brown-haired boy like a lifeboat. though there was the exception of 'not being humiliated in front of friends and siblings.' "her?" riley let out an obnoxious laugh. "you think that this girl right here could beat me? ahaha, you must've hit your head hard during the whole skeleton fight if you really believe that." leave him out of this? 'goat boy' as this camper called him was an easy target and right now, she was latching on to whatever she could. what- "why don't we finish our, ah, 'passionate discussion elsewhere?"

riley tried to shove her away. it was more of a reflex than trying to hurt her. no need to be so firm, riley complained to herself. it was really too bad she pulled away right when her hands started to flicker little lightning bolts out of them. nothing too major, just little zappy zappys. in the corner of her eye, she saw chuck give her an angry look. oh please, i don't have time for this. riley glared back, clearly pissed after the distraction of ophelia's friend. what was she doing? to be honest, the half-blood really didn't know. the grip had been a very unpleasant reminder of the earlier fight and now riley couldn't really leave, could she? she was riley palmer, and she had a reputation to uphold. really wasn't much choice instead for going with the flow. because of you, and by 'you' she meant her feelings, i'm stuck in this mess.

chiron called out something. the daughter of zeus hadn't been paying too much attention, but considering they were done with dinner, she assumed that he wanted them to come over to the campfire. "aw," riley pouted, "can't it wait? i'm sure you can scurry over to the campfire while me and my best bud ophelia finish chatting," there was a little edge to her tone, "and you can talk 'alone' after we're done. surely it won't take that long. don't you agree?" she lightly elbowed her, trying not to shock the daughter of aphrodite. at least not yet.

[sammy,]

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

"the gods are gods because they can get everyone under their authority to do their bidding for them," he said. very similar to politicians, then. the split between the two felt more of a blurred line by the second. "when you need soldiers, you gun for the teenagers."

he listened as the theory unfolded, nodding along. "there's also -" he paused for thought. "he mentioned the funeral shrouds, right? and - and with that, we know that he knows more than he should. i mean, he could've had some kind of leak from somewhere, but he looked dead into the camera, like he knew we'd be watching, and he mentioned the funeral shrouds." the words came slowly. "like he wanted us to know that he knew. it was a flex. he was showing off." like he'd known something would come of it. "it all feels really planned. but - but not linked. not linked enough." he paused. "you'd pepper it, wouldn't you? the doubt? because this snowstorm, he links it to his plight, but he did it after the fact. if you want to seem steadfast, you announce it, the problem comes, and you point and you go 'see? told you'. but it was like the snow triggered it. this. all of it."

"yeah. confidence. that's the way to do it," it would be fine. if it wasn't, then it didn't matter. he wasn't performing for them, he never had been. he'd been performing for himself and everyone else on the planet just so happened to have been watching. if they threw him out, strewn and smeared on the road outside of the camp, then he knew that auggie had his back, and he didn't think that much else mattered. "and chuck was happy. if chuck can be a reflection of the rest of the camp's mood." that was maybe a touch too optimistic.

"i do have that effect on people," orin grinned. "stunning. nothing to do with the situation. that's just me," and as she continued, the smile only doubled, becoming a little, glee-ridden laugh at the running away comment - not because it was funny, but rather: "you like me," said with a smugness that begged belief. another pleased chuckle. "you don't wanna run from me cause you like me." it was a nice change, the prodding teasing. a happy change of scheduled viewing. it was never all bad. "that's a 'gotcha' if i've ever seen one."

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

teilo's mind was in doubtless overdrive. interesting didn't feel like good enough of an explanation. interesting was a bad word, the kind of word whispered by adults and teachers, the kind of word that was spoken with eyebrows risen. he knew he didn't mean it like that, but had to remind himself of the fact. it was just the immediate reaction. maybe the trouble wasn't the word but the notion of being perceived to such an extent that he would be considered as such. "interesting the same way serial killers are interesting?" he asked halfheartedly, no punch, bare in gall. "i don't think there's much to figure out." nothing that he'd figured out yet, anyway. he didn't quite wear his heart on his sleeve, but that went for everyone. if that was the case, everyone was interesting. so no one was interesting. the cycle continued.

"i don't know what i think," he said. there were a lot of things simmering underneath the surface. he didn't feel as tired as he did, for one - the shock had sent him into defence mode. all he wanted to do was run. "my heart is a -" he cut himself off, let out a bitter laugh. "is a moron."

if he noticed that ash had dropped in front of him, he didn't react, eyes remained fixed on the point that was now obscured. "i'm gonna -" the time was nice. at least he was being given time. an evening to make a decision that felt impossible. there was no chance he was going to sleep with the tsunami going on in the mental cage.
the movement was witnessed. the err to reach out and touch him. a few options - allow it, crumble swiftly; turn invisible, crumble quietly; or, and the decision he chose, move back slowly. shift to stand, looking at the door. his next words were chosen carefully, necessary for his composure. "i'm going to go for a walk," blunt, monotone. "i'm going to think, and it's not anything to do with you, it's not - you haven't done anything, there's no failing on your part, i just need to walk, and - it won't be long, i won't be long. i don't think. have a shower. i'll probably be back by the time you're done. and -" he shook his head. made for the door. slipped shoes on as he spoke, moving mechanically. "thank you for being honest with me. um -"

probably good to clarify: "if i don't come back, i've died or i've run off. either way, don't come looking," those were all of his bases covered.
out he went.

the hall stretched out longer than it had when he was stumbling through it, looking for the seventh door. it seemed to go on forever. he turned a corner at some point and found that it went on forever, this endless maze of corridors and doors and hideous, matted carpets that lined the floors.
the trouble was that accepting the positive meant accepting the negative. his ghostly friend was missing. his ghostly friend was a ghostly friend because he was dead, which was never something he'd unpacked, because he'd never had to. if he could have had that closure, that final conversation that he knew to have been a final conversation -
he shut his eyes. wished that he could summon spirits. in his mind, sent out a beacon, a desperate distress call, a smoke signal into the spirit realm. where the hell have you gone now that i need you?
he had had a choice before. had the comfort of the lack of an absence. had a laughing wraith on his shoulder. he had been scared to enter the wider world for fear that he'd see others, but maybe he was more concerned about not seeing this one. he didn't have a choice anymore. it was more than he believed that he could bear: the concept of choosing life over death, certainty over the safety of uncertainty.

he sank against the wall at some point, head against his knees, and thought.

[demolition lovers]

Beck Light
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♡21|he/him| Aphrodite|hill near cabins|anyone

Beck stood with his back to the Dining Pavilion, light spilling out and lighting the snow up to a warm, misleading golden color. He held his travel mug of hot chocolate close in bis fingerless gloves, shivering slightly. He was a summer boy, raised at the ocean, this weather was ridiculous. He lived for the warmth, and this sure wasn't it. The Questers would solve this though, whatever the heck the problems were at camp. His job was to work with the other senior campers to protect the other Halfbloods. He didn't mind, Camp was still perfect, albeit snowy and cold. He WAS from New England, a little snow couldn't get him down if it tried. The familiar jingle of Maggie's collar from the darkness made him smile, calling out to her. "Bring it back! I'll throw it again!" He called, grabbing the ball, and tossing it as hard as he could down the hill, laughing as the dog turned into a blur of yellow.

Laughter erupted from one of the tables closest to the doors, and Beck smiled, shaking his head. The spirit of this place was indomitable. Nothing could totally defeat them. He hadn't left to see his dad this year, which kind of sucked, he had mentioned having a new girlfriend, which was always fun to see. They'd written letters though, almost every day. He zipped his jacket up tighter, and snapped his fingers, a slouchy red beanie appearing. He pulled it on, shoving his hands in his pockets, and waiting for his dog to come back.

[WitchHazel]

Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Open|

Something was going on near the Poseidon cabin. Like, come on, man. Can't I just like, turn this superhearing off? He wished. It was both a blessing and a curse. Whatever it was, it sounded like something he didn't want to get involved in. He quickened his step, even as an Apollo camper went rocketing past him up to the pavilion.

Chiron hadn't made it down to the campfire yet. But Mr. D was there, wearing a particularly gruesome scowl for the occasion. He's like, saying goodbye to one of his kids tonight. The thought darkened Chuck's heart as he took a seat relatively close to the shifting flames.


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

"Vivienne. It is Vivienne." The voice came closer than expected. Vivienne had perched outside the restroom as Kayle gathered the necessary shower supplies. "And for your information, I do not shout." Unless I am experiencing excess amounts of emotion. That had been seen enough over the course of the day. I cannot wait to be rid of this filth. Her cheek stung where she had been struck, though the wound had long since stopped bleeding. The dust of the abandoned church could not have been good for it. If she wasn't careful, she could wind up with an infection. I shall be certain to cleanse it properly as I bathe.

"I suppose I should thank you for your hospitality." Flat and emotionless as ever, though she couldn't deny that she gritted her teeth a little. The thought of offering thanks to a relative stranger was not an appealing one to swallow. She couldn't tell whether the young woman was acting out of genuine kindness or a sense of duty to her brother. Sure, they bickered a lot, but... that's what siblings were supposed to do, right? That familial bond didn't just vanish. I should comprehend that as much as anyone. She could still feel the cold fingers of Khione gripping her by her shoulders, sliding into her mind... sometimes, she couldn't even discern her thoughts from things the goddess had told her over the years. Now is not the time for such musings. I must cleanse myself and subsequently... perhaps a meal. It had been a while since she'd eaten, and the intoxicating fumes of whatever Nicholas was cooking wafted up the stairs to tease her senses. Perhaps she would partake. It would be rude not to, and she wouldn't wish that. Not after Nicholas had been so kind to her.


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

Audra felt a jolt of panic run through her ethereal form at the mention of a second death. Her first flashed before her eyes. The celestial bronze spear piercing into her flesh. The rush of wind as she fell to the ground. The taste of blood on her lips... Vivienne's blurring face as the darkness closed in. And then she was outside her body, and no one could see her.

Audra blinked, shaking her head to clear it of the terrible memories. The Horseman was speaking again - wait, was he apologising? She honestly hadn't expected that. It was a bit of a relief after he had ignored her many pleas. Reassuring that he felt guilty. From what she'd seen of him, he was no monster, despite the immense power he wielded. It was good to know that power didn't corrupt everyone.

"That's what I heard," Audra replied grimly. It still pained her, knowing that one of the people she'd lived with had turned their back on the place she'd called home. The traitor could've even been a friend, for goodness' sake. Or it could be someone I don't know. It's been five years, after all. Even so, the notion that someone would do that... someone other than Vivienne, but Vivienne had a good reason, or at least Vivienne thought so... Maybe they have a good reason too. Camp Half-Blood itself was enough of an emotional anchor for Audra that she could find her way there on her own. Perhaps she would do some reconnaissance, and see if she could find out why this traitor had turned to Khione. The Horseman - or Death, I guess I should call him - he said she sounded like she had it handled. What does that mean? Are more people going to die? This was Khione. Of course people were going to die. They'll probably join the ranks of those gristly ice sculptures of hers... gods, I wish I could warn them. But unless there was an Underworld demigod along, she doubted she'd have a chance.

Someone Audra assumed to be Nicholas' younger sister by the way they interacted caught his attention. Audra watched them silently, waiting until the young woman had retreated up the stairs before she dared speak again. She seemed nice. Fun, even. Audra wondered if they might've become friends had she still been alive. If I was still alive, I probably wouldn't even know she existed. It was a bittersweet thought, to say the least.

She was pulled from the recesses of her mind by a rough cough, causing her head to jerk up towards Death. "That didn't sound very good. You should really do something about that." She eyed the golden ichor glittering in the folds of the paper towel. Can't he just... I don't know, do that die-and-heal thing? Or take some ambrosia or nectar? He's a friggin god, after all. He should have the stuff lying around somewhere, right? His condition would certainly worry Vivienne if she caught wind of it. Though the daughter of Khione could play coy all she liked, Audra knew the truth of the sensitive soul lying beneath that cold and calculated exterior. He was speaking again, going on almost as if it hadn't happened. As expected, he couldn't make any promises, but he would try. She could live with that. "Where am I gonna go, Mexico?" She quipped. "I hear the weather's nice there this time of year." In other words, Audra was staying put. It wasn't as if she had much of a choice - she was either with Vivienne, or poking about at Camp Half-Blood.

[Kveykva]

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

Camping sounded normal. He remembered a few people at school who did that sometimes, though only vaguely. There were other things he knew that they did too, some of which were called out in Jamie's spiel. When the other's eyes lit up, Aiden's refocused from their dissociative state. "A corn maze?" He repeating, squinting as he tried to remember if he'd heard of that before. "Corn is for eating, what's the point of making a maze out of it." a pause. "A - maize maze. That's terrible." He chuckled at his own joke. Aiden sat and listened to Jamie's story, laughing along with him at the description of getting jumped by a clown in a maze made of corn. "Sounds like you had a great time afterward, just not in the moment."

Camp? "It's camp," Aiden answered, having heard this question dozens of times over the years. "Same old stuff painted white. All the training and classes are the same kinds of things because we still get stragglers or runaways throughout the year. The only thing that really changes is the weather and the games before the bonfire." he said. Sure, there were less people in the fall and after, but it only made things more... "Quiet." Aiden added with a small shrug. "The rest of the year is quieter with the summer crowd gone, and a lot of that is because of how many campers are in the Hermes cabin, claimed or not. The minor gods like Hermes, Nike, Iris, Ares... you get the idea, et cetera et cetera, most of their kids get to live pretty regular lives most of the time. There's not too many year rounders unless the kid's got a bad wrap. Maybe their mortal half didn't want them, or they got caught up in a monster attack before they had the chance to figure out what all was happening. Otherwise, their scent's weak enough for them to have a happy life."

──────── 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐧
[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Outside Cabin 3 | Tags: Cricket
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Nemo hesitated, frozen in place. Lucy's eyes were locked with the lifeless gaze of a ghost, who despite his undead status, appeared just as "lively" as anyone else. In this case, he looked panicked. "Nemo! Go!" She hissed a second time, getting her brother into gear. "R-Right!" he stammered, stumbling through the snowbanks in the direction of the dining pavilion. "You're caught," she stated calmly, her bow pulled tautly. "Don't even think about moving."

"It wasn't on my mind." The blurred, indistinguishable features of the ghostly soldier remained despite the haze over its state having been lifted. It seemed to have come to terms with the fact that it was dead, and it had escaped (or survived) the fit of madness that took over the others. "I made it this far against the odds, but I'm not gonna take my chances with that." Lucy noted the ghost was still armed, but he wasn't making any attempts to reach for his weapons. Good. The sound of snow crunched behind her, and the pattern of footsteps didn't match Chiron. Too few, so long as she still knew how to count after everything she'd been through today. "Umm hey do you need help?" Cricket. Such a sweet little thing, what was he doing here? "I have a handle on him right now," she answered sweetly, letting her tone saturate with sugar for the dryad. "What are you doing out in this weather? You'll catch cold."

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

Kayle tensed and turned in Vivienne's direction, beckoned by the sound of her voice. "Oh, don't sweat it, girlie." She waved her hand. "It's no problem. Any friend of Nick's is a friend of mine. And his enemies," she drove her fist into her other hand. "I'll kick their asses. Come's with the job." she chimed with a slight laugh. From what Kayle could tell, Vivienne was clear-cut and to the point. She didn't dance around the question or fiddle with ambiguity: a trait some people could use more of. Still, it made her almost autonomous. She didn't hesitate or stop to think because she was going off a script; no matter the situation or response, what she needed to do didn't change. Sounds a little boring, if you ask me. Her father would call her hypocritical for that, but at least when Kayle acted before she thought, it was because she'd figure it out as she went along. Not because she already knew what she was doing (she never knew what she was doing. but it was fun to pretend like she did). "But yeah, no, don't feel like you have to thank me." Kayle beamed. "Ask and ye shall receive, or something. You're our guest so we're gonna take care of you. That's how it works."

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

Audra's thoughts on his mention of Khione's informant were cluttered, saturated with a mixture of emotions, and then popped the question of what that meant for the questers. "Yes." Nicholas answered the unspoken question. "Yes to both, actually. More than likely, Khione's either tasking a horde of storm spirits to put them down or she's going to do it herself. If she has her way, they'll end up as more trophies for her wall." Khione certainly had her methods of doing things, and when it came to defending her lair against wayward travelers, she excelled at it. Demigods posed more of a threat, but considering her status as a goddess, they shouldn't be too much for her to handle. "regardless, her methods for handling intruders is none of my business. She has her job, I have mine."

Audra was quiet throughout his interaction with Kayle, and Nicholas silently wondered if she thought Kayle might be able to hear her. Perhaps she just didn't want to interrupt, which he was thankful for. Kayle was two handfuls even with his full attention. The coughing fit ensued, and then it passed. Nicholas discarded the paper towel with little more thought and washed his hands, adding the new tomatoes to the mixture and spreading the tossed vegetables across a baking sheet. "That didn't sound very good. You should really do something about that." The thoughts that followed brought forth a sigh. "I know." he stated tiredly. "I'm - dying, to put it plainly." A deep inhale burned his lungs as he opened the oven and slid the tray of tomatoes inside, shifting his attention to search for a small pot and a box of penne pasta. "I don't have any kind of regeneration like other gods do, so I can't just spring back from something like this." he put the pot on to boil, suppressing another coughing fit. "I thought I patched it up well enough, I'd be good as new after a week or two. I never expected to take a face full of buckshot so soon after getting shot the first time." Nicholas massaged circles on his forehead, trying to silence his aching head in vain. His wings - or what was left of them - sagged with exhaustion, and bandages adorning his mangled right wing were stained with the blood they'd staunched. "I might be a god, but my body isn't." Someone, somewhere, had to be laughing.

With the noodles set to boil, Nicholas began poking holes in a paper towel with a toothpick in a distinct pattern. "Mexico isn't my cup of tea," he responded, smirking at her little quip. So she did have a sense of humor. "Before you ask, yes I can hear your thoughts." Nicholas knew the question was floating around, so he may as well answer it now. "I've got full domination over any kind of undead, and that does include sharing a telepathic link with anything I summon. It's empathetic too, but it's only one way. For the most part, at least." he turned the paper towel upside down. "You might have picked up on some things I've felt, but most days I keep a better hold on it. Sorry, by the way." God, why was he apologizing again? He needed Kayle to smack him upside the head later.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Everything he said was calculated,” she decided, considering the stare into the camera and the accompanying mention of something no mortal politician had any business knowing anything about. “Every word was intentional.” That was easy enough to figure out, the bigger problem was why, what Malcolm Kingston possibly had to gain from outing demigods and tossing thinly veiled threats from behind a mask of false concern. “I think maybe he knew he wouldn’t have to. He just expected people to believe him...and I think they would. If weird things are already happening—like the snow—people are desperate for an explanation. They want someone to blame. So if someone with authority comes in and starts pointing fingers, they’re not gonna ask questions.” She pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “And it helps that we have something to do with gods. That’s always a favourite for blame-pinning.”

It was almost funny, the confidence she had that things would turn out okay for them, the steadfastness in that belief. She was never really confident in anything, not beyond a surface level. Maybe it was hopelessness reaching a new height, appearing as optimism when really it was just an understanding that things couldn’t possibly get worse than they already were, but they would anyway. If there was nothing that could be done about that, it was easier just to accept it. Nothing was going to be okay, it never was, but they’d get through it. She gave a small, slightly forced smile. “I think Chuck exists on his own wavelength.”

Auggie made a face at him before rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right. Of course. That’s what I meant,” she responded sarcastically. She groaned at the following comment, a sound that turned into more of a laugh as she broke into a grin, turning her face down into the bed to hide it. “What are you twelve? Shut up. No I don’t,” she laughed, putting a hand on his face and pushing him away. “I hate you and your stupid face.” She peered back up at him, eyes gleaming as she gave up on suppressing the smile. “The ego. I mean, seriously.” She shook her head. “Really bold of you to assume something like that. It’s too much. I don’t think I can even talk to you anymore.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

Corey laughed in response, shaking their head. “Nah, it’d take a lot to scare the likes of me away. I’m good at what I do, you know. Wouldn’t let a little hand collection stop me from being a nuisance. But other people, yeah. Probably.” They raised their eyebrows, tilting their head side to side as they considered the proposed body part jewelry pieces. “Mm...why not both? Would certainly be a fashion statement.” They eyed her up and down, eyes narrowed, then nodded as if they’d come to some conclusion. “Yeah, I think you could pull it off.”

They snorted at the response to the question of godly parents, though couldn’t say they blamed the girl for not knowing much about the world she’d evidently been dropped into. “Well...yes? And no. Spelt differently, I think.” They frowned, unsure if that was actually true or not, though the look of contemplation didn’t last long. “Zoos, yup. That’s it. God of lightning, elephants and those popsicles that are supposed to look like spongebob, but actually look a flesh wound on a stick.”

The call to head to the campfire rang out and Corey quickly scarfed down what was left of their food before deftly disposing of their plate. “No, just when we’ve had nineteen casualties in two days,” they replied bluntly, already making their way towards the exit. “You coming?” they called back, without actually checking to see if Liv was following.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

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

Jamie chuckled at Aiden’s confused response, never having considered that such a huge part of his childhood would seem strange to someone who had never experienced it. “Well...you can still eat it. But it’s tall, right? So they plant it in a pattern and it makes a good maze. And you can’t cut through the walls. The leaves are surprisingly sharp...” He cringed at the memory, rubbing his arm as if soothing imaginary scratches. He laughed a little harder at the joke than a corn pun actually called for. Maybe it was the stress and the cold getting to him, making him a little delirious, or maybe he just had a really awful sense of humour. “No, that was great,” he said, when he’d composed himself. “Oh yeah, I was screaming my head off,” he admitted. “But it’s fun when you know it’s not real. When you know it’s just someone in a costume and there’s no real danger and you can just go home and eat ten thousand mini Coffee Crisps while watching Scooby-Doo after.”

He shifted into a cross-legged position on the bed, nodding along to Aiden’s explanation of Camp throughout the year, trying to imagine what it would be like staying there all the time. He didn’t think he could do it. He’d miss his dad too much, but he guessed a lot of the year-round campers didn’t have anyone to miss that much. And if they did, they were likely staying for a good reason. “Yeah…” He’d never really thought about it much, and was surprised to find that he found a little guilty, as if it was his own fault that he had somewhere to go outside of camp and they didn’t, as if it were rude of him to be able to have a happy life. It was a ridiculous thought, but one that crossed his mind anyways. “I guess I’m pretty lucky to have that,” he muttered, staring down at the floor, eyes slightly glazed.

[*Lovel*]

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Hank
Location: Dining pavilion

Finn could tell he upset Hank, he pinched his lips together. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." It wasn't his intention, he had just wanted to clarify. Too late now, what's done is done. He watched as Hank copied Finn by pushing his plate out to where Finn's was seemingly no longer hungry.

"Thanks Hank" he smiled brightly again. "Probably a good idea" he chuckled lightly. Finn looked down at his doctor coat, it was a mess and was uneven. How long had it been like that? He shrugged it off, folded it neatly and placed it on the bench next to him gently. "Hopefully we'll have time soon." he frowned a bit. Chiron made an announcement to head to the campfire. "Wanna head to the fire?" he asked looking at Hank out the corner of his eye.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Teilo
Location: Room 207

Teilo didn't seem too thrilled about the use of the word interesting. Ash could've come up with a better word, better explanation, if his brain actually wanted to work. "I er no. Not exactly the interesting I meant." He bit his lip thinking hard for better words. His brain unfortunately came up with nothing to help his case. "There's plenty to figure out about someone. How their smile grows when they talk about a passion of theirs, how your face looks in deep concentration. Plenty of things." Evander in deep concentration would stick his tongue out as if that would make any difference in whatever he was doing.

"Mine-" is no better he didn't want to get into the weeds of that right now, maybe someday. Ash fumbled with his hands, all of this was a lot for him too. If he didn't occupy his hands they'd surely be shaking. His suggestion was probably as much of a benefit for him as it was for Teilo.

A moment of confusion as his hand hit air. His eyes slowly shifted up to look at Teilo who was now standing looking for his path of retreat. "A walk? Yeah, yeah... right." his brain was still making moves to catch up to what was happening. Thinking, thinking's good. Right? Ash finally stood up as he heard the sound of shoes shuffling. "Yeah, I'll take a shower. Take your time and be safe." he shot an exhausted smile Teilo's way as he thanked him. "Do you want me to wait up so I can uh... help you fall asleep. If that's what you still want." awkward wasn't the right word for how he felt. Embarrassed may have been more the speed.

Ash wasn't going to make the promise that he wouldn't go looking for Teilo if he didn't make it back, he would definitely worry and try looking for him. "See you-" too late, the click of the door made it known Teilo was already out. Ash stood there still stuck in place beside Teilo's bed for what felt like twenty minutes but was more like five seconds.

Ash shuffled his way mindlessly to the bathroom as if he was put on auto pilot. He looked at the mirror for a split second before turning around and sliding the shower door open. He turned the nozzle halfway so the water was warm before stripping and stepping in the warm water. He placed his hands squared up on the wall of the shower hanging his head. The water dripped from his hair to his face then finally to the floor of the shower. Ash replayed the last couple minutes in his head as if it was a recorded conversation. He pulled his fist back before connecting it with the wall again. The shower head shook a little, he saw the pale pink liquid trickle down the drain. He looked at his knuckles, they were split open and bleeding steadily. He sighed before shampooing his hair and washing his body.

Ash stepped out of the shower wrapping a surprisingly plush towel around himself. He took a hand towel and wrapped his hand with it. He took his time slipping his clothes on careful of his hand. He wanted to see Mira, to tell her what had happened, to get her advice. If only he knew what room she was in. He took the towel off his hand and examined it, a hue of purple was starting to develop along his knuckles. He knew he couldn't get wrappings from the receptionist and he hadn't brought any in his bag so he'd just have to wait. He laid back and stared at the ceiling as he continued to think.

[sammy,]

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

there was a silver lining, despite all of it, as stupid as it seemed. "he had it all planned out," he said. "but that'll be it, won't it? you plan something, you've got a fifty percent chance that it all goes to absolute pot. that it completely fails. best laid plans, of mice and of men, and all of that. but if he's got a plan, and he's transparent as he is balding, then it just takes one little cog to stop working before the whole machine gives up." and he knew the way to jam the gears. "see us, if we go in there gunning, no plan, no proper ideas, just a vague idea, then we can't fail. we've got no bar to miss." it was incredibly optimistic, and probably highly flawed, but it was the best that they were going to get. "winning's what we'll do when he's off, distracted, making other plans." there were flaws in the 'rules' of the good and the 'plans' of the bad. that was becoming a clearer point by the second. a happy middle, then. a grey area. and he knew quite a lot about grey areas.

it was wishful thinking to believe that everyone would be as exuberant as chuck had been. it wasn't likely in the real world, but the fantasy was a nice one to engage in. a world where everyone was happy all of the time and no one harboured any ill feelings - it was ironic, yearning for a paradise like that in the living world when he had left such a realm with utmost haste. that had been different. it was easy to want for something that he didn't have. "if everyone existed on chuck's wavelength, it would be a much happier world. no war, just tie-dye and reed pipes."

the words had the intended effect. the smugness only bolstered, he continued. "you do," he pressed, unhindered by the pushing of his face. "can't even look at me because you like me so much. you just can't take it. your heart's so full." orin continued on. "you can say that you hate me, but you're just trying to filter the facts out, can't handle 'em. typical response to shock." onward he beamed, happy to see it reciprocated. "you like me so much. you wanna marry me. i can tell these things. i've got it figured out. nothing gets past me. you can try hide it all you want, avoid talking to me to get away from the immense urge to pop the question. i get it. but it's not gonna work." his voice lilting and melodic, the feeling of bliss sudden and unexpected, but incredibly welcomed in the circumstances.

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x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: ghosty.
ivi hampton inn, rooftop

sitting around was doing nothing for him. idleness was a vice. so teilo stood, paced up and down the endless hallway a few times, searching for thoughts that weren't coming, and on the third relay, laid eyes on a fire exit, cracked open.
curiosity, maybe. a bit of him thought that if he did something that was wrong - not allowed, that was - then it would trigger something. trespassing felt like a safe bet.
he slipped out, careful not to cause too much of a ruckus with the heavy door. the air outside was freezing. obviously. he regretted abandoning the hoodie, but the chill was welcome. a shock to the system was necessary.
up to the roof, then. up mountainous set of stairs that clanged under his feet no matter how light he made his steps.
he wasn't quite expecting someone else to be there when he reached the summit.

a man, not the man he was looking for, but a man nevertheless. brown hair, sunglasses, despite the dark of the night, a set of clothes that looked straight from a classic rock star's biopic, brown, spiked hair, and a cigarette that wasn't smoking, but was being puffed at anyway. he was glowing. that seemed important to note. a ghost. a ghost who noticed his presence and jumped out of his skin. "crikey - listen, i know i'm not s'pposed to be up here, but i've not got owt fort do. i'm just - i'm sick of sittin' about like a piffy on a rock bun, i'll be off in two shakes, i just wanted to see the - the lovely sights." the ghost waved at the dull landscape. "we're in the ruddy future."
"you're a ghost," he stated, not the type to beat around the bush. the wrong ghost. a ghost from lancashire, no less, if the accent told him anything.
"not as green as you are cabbage-looking, are you?" the cigarette-holding hand waved at him. "you're not, though. land of the living. whassat like?"
"what the hell are you doing here? you're an ocean from home,"
"and you're not, pal?"
"i'm trying to think. can you go away? i'm trying to think,"
"i was here first, sunshine. you're trespassing. i could - i could call ghost police on you,"
"the ghost police,"
"aye. the ghost police. you wouldn't know 'em. not with blood rapid as yours. so you can stop your skriking before the boys in grey come screeching 'round t'corner," the ghost was smiling. a car drove past, the headlights illuminating the translucent face. drawn, pale, nearly skeletal. teilo could venture a guess as to how he'd died. "clive. and you, taffy?"
"teilo," he answered.
"teilo. that's not gonna stick. i'd offer you a blem in consolidation, but -"
"underage,"
"i was gonna say it's a spirit privilege. underage?"
"seventeen,"
"that's not - oh, they've upped it? that's shame for you, lad," he shook his head, puffed from the thing like it was going to give him any form of nicotine hit, and waved him over. "come on, carol anne freeling. don't just stand there ditherin'. i'm bored as a plank'a wood. give the dead'un some chat."
teilo shuffled over to the ghost, greeted with the vague scent of old cigarettes, hospital wards, and the lingering stench of booze. he had nothing else to distract him. it wasn't the ghost, but it'd do for now.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

At first, it seemed Orin was optimistic in the belief that something would go wrong for the other side. Wishful thinking, in her mind, but not completely unrealistic. As he continued, however, it seemed his real motivator was the belief that they could easily mess things up, just by rushing in and causing as much chaos as they could possibly muster. She almost laughed, gave him a slightly confused smile instead, scrunching her nose as she considered the tactic. “So what you’re saying is, as long as we don’t set out to do anything in particular, then we can’t mess it up? Can’t fail the plan if you don’t have a plan? That’s your strategy?” She was asking teasingly, but it actually kind of made sense. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to go about things, maybe it wasn’t completely solid and foolproof. But nothing ever was, and if things weren’t ever going to go according to plan, why bother having one in the first place? She’d never bought into the idea of thinking before acting.

“Yeah, peace and love and The Beatles, man.” She rolled her eyes. “That sounds awful actually. I don’t think I’d last five minutes in Chuck’s world without punching something.” Still, it was nice to imagine; a world where everyone got along, where things were peaceful and calm and they didn’t have to constantly worry about a new threat lurking around every corner. She didn’t think a life like that would suit her. She didn’t enjoy the constant stress of battle or the feeling of constantly being angry at the world and everyone in it, but that was just how it was and how she fit in it. She wouldn’t be her if she didn’t want to punch things.

Speaking of punching things, the teasing continued and Auggie shot him a glare, though it lacked any of her usual intimidation. Clearly, the groaning and the denial weren’t going to stop him, so a different approach was taken. “Okay, yeah. And what if I do?” She said it more like a challenge than an admission, turning the tables around on him with a threatening tone and a defiant look. “What are you gonna do about it, huh? Sucks to be you, you’ll never get rid of me now.” She snorted a laugh as he went on, blowing things way out of proportion as usual. She shook her head at him. “Oh yeah. For sure. It’s just so difficult, you know? If I wasn’t injured, I’d be down on one knee right now. You know what? In the words of your ancestors, screw it.” She looked him directly in the eyes, carefully practiced deadpan expression on her face. “Orin whatever-the-hell-your-middle-name-is-if-you-have-one Gorman, will you marry me?”

[The Fox]

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Tags: Elios, Dining Pavillion

Chad looks over his shoulder to look at the speaker. "You're not one of the two I'm looking for." Chad turns to face him properly. He looks the green haired young man up and down. "My arm? Don't worry too much about that. I was careless a moment ago while training. What do you need help with?"