Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Room 208 ➡ 207|Tags: Ash|

Mirabelle listened calmly as Ash started to talk about his feelings and when he'd noticed them. "Sometimes it's quick like that," she commented softly, "while other times, it takes years to develop." She thought back on her own connection with Delilah - it had taken quite some time for those emotions to blossom into being. And Juliet had taken some time as well, though she knew now that they were less in love than she'd thought. As for Ash's confession about comforting others, she'd somewhat expected that. It made sense in her regard - she hadn't known him well before the quest, and even now, their friendship was still new. It made sense that his loyalty to Delilah would spur him into looking out for her, especially given what he'd seen between them. The thought of being seen by anyone made her stomach do a backflip, but at least Ash had promised to keep her secret and didn't seem to have the least bit of judgement either way. I was so stupid, kissing her out in the open like that? Ugh, what got into me?

"Y-Yeah... not my proudest moment, but I was a bit shocked, to say the least." She let out a light laugh, though her insides still squirmed with residual embarrassment. "Again, I just... needed time to figure some things out. It was confusing and opened up a whole world of turbulent emotions that I didn't want to think about, but eventually everything settled and I was able to process the situation like a rational person." A small chuckle slipped through her lips, sounding much less nervous than the previous exhalation. It felt good to talk about these things, even if it was just to help someone else. Especially if it was just to help someone else.

Mirabelle's eyes drifted down as Ash held out his injured hand for her to examine. She took it in her own pale fingers, noting the blotchy red bruising that had begun to appear. She ran her fingertips up his knuckle, feeling for anything where it shouldn't be. "It doesn't seem like you've broken or dislocated anything... we can't know for certain without an x-ray, a child of a medicine god, or Reese, but you've definitely bruised the bone. I would recommend icing it tonight, and wrapping it tomorrow before we head out. If it's really painful, you can take a tiny bit of ambrosia to speed the healing process or I can give you some Tylenol. I wouldn't take anything with aspirin or ibuprofen in it because those are blood thinners, and where there's bruising, there's internal bleeding. If you need any medical supplies, I'm just across the hall - I can run and grab them for you now, or we could meet tomorrow morning before breakfast." Though she hid it very well, Mirabelle was rather exhausted. The charmspeak had taken more out of her than she'd anticipated, not to mention the journey and the fact that she hadn't had much sleep the night previous. Priorities, Mirabelle. Make sure Ash is alright, then shower, then bed.

Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabins Circle|Tags: Cricket, Lucy|

Kathryn almost pointed out that the guy was already dead, but it was kind of a moot point. The spirit had already tried to do the same. "Iron's usually the only thing that can kill spirits - for the second time, that is," she purred instead. "If those are iron-tipped arrows... nice. If not... don't worry. I've got your back. His necromancer's control isn't active anymore, is it? Otherwise we'd still be under attack by countless other undead. So... why is this one still around? He seems to have an inkling of autonomy... interesting." It was refreshing, albeit mildly concerning, that Kathryn wasn't the only one who could see him.

"I have to admit, I'm curious about what he has to say for himself - even if it might just be a pack of lies." She twirled the stygian iron dagger menacingly in her fingers, though the smile never left her lips. The thought crossed her mind that her makeup was likely in a state of disarray - she wasn't a child of Aphrodite; she couldn't just fix that. Taking her contacts out had proven to be no problem - a simple yet precise levitation. Even if she felt like shards of glass were cutting into her eyebrows because she'd fallen asleep with them in. She'd forgotten to summon her glasses, however, up until that moment - she'd been wondering why the spirit seemed so blurry, and then realised it wasn't just him. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched upon her face as if they'd always been there.

Much better. Now I can actually see properly. Her coffee-brown eyes flickered to the spirit now, training a dangerous gaze upon him. "If you make one move against us, I'll put you back down into the ground where you belong. Understand?" She didn't doubt that she had the strength to dismiss one spirit. A pack of them, maybe not after the stunt she'd pulled at the battle, but one? Surely he didn't pose too much of a threat. He seemed unarmed, and besides - he was pinned to the side of the Poseidon cabin. "Perhaps he knows something," she mused aloud, her honeyed voice low. "We could interrogate him. I was getting bored... an interrogation seems like just the thing to spice things up again."


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

Liv rolled her eyes at Corey's response to her earlier remarks, letting out a small huff. She hadn't meant it to come off that way, not really... but she wasn't about to apologise for it either. Then the more fun, lighthearted attitude was back, and it was a welcome change for once. "Cool. Partners in torture. Sounds good to me." Liv offered them a tiny little quirk of her ebon lips that could perhaps be interpreted as a smile.

Liv followed Corey through the gathered campers, staring for a few moments at some of the goat people - satyrs, Glenn had said - as they passed by. The tree people were weird too, but at least they weren't half goat. She was more interested in the fire than the actual creatures around her, though. The flames were a swirling combination of different violet shades, casting an eerie glow on everything their light touched. The way they danced and moved in the bitter breeze was almost intoxicating. Not waiting to be invited, Liv found a seat and immediately whipped open her sketchbook. Her pencil bobbed away as the graphite pirouetted across the paper, her silver gaze flickering from the page to the beguiling fire. Hmm... watercolour would be best to capture the movement, but acrylic would be better for the vivid colours... I'll have to think on the medium after I'm done sketching. With any luck, the fire would still be purple the next day. Corey said the colours changed according to mood, right? Hopefully everyone will be just as miserable tomorrow so I can take that pain and make it into art.


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

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice sounded from next to him, but he quickly relaxed when he noticed that it was just Jack. "Like, yeah, man! Sorry, I was like totally spacin'. But I'm groovy, or - uh, at least chill." He kicked at a clump of snow with a cloven hoof. "I was just like, rememberin' that Mr. D's gotta say goodbye to one of his kids, you know? Major bummer for the dude, man."

The thought of funerals turned his mind to Orin, who was absolutely, totally, definitely dead. Is his body like... still there, or did he like, jump back into it or somethin'? Two Orins was a wild thought, even if one was technically inanimate. If the funerals are like, startin' up soon... should I go find the dude and tell him? I don't want him to miss his entrance, man! Got 'Don't Fear the Reaper' ready to go on pipes and everythin'.

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

Vivienne nodded sharply, realised Kayle couldn't see the action, and let out a small sigh. "Yes." Her response was crisp and clipped. Yes, it was nice to be in clean clothes. But her bare arms prickled against the air. The band t-shirt hung loosely around her petite frame, exposing some of the pale scarring across her collarbone and back. The brunt of it on her upper arms was shielded by the sleeves, with just a few ends of ancient cuts peeking through the fabric. She wasn't sure why she felt so exposed - it wasn't as if Kayle could actually see the scars. Still, the prospect of having them out in the open wasn't a friendly one. My story written across my flesh for all to lay eye upon. She tugged at the cuff of one of her sleeves.

Thermostat? I have not touched the thermostat. She was about to say as much when she realised Kayle must have been picking up on her latent abilities. Her powers often reacted to emotion, and it was no surprise they were slipping from her control given how exhausted she was. "I suppose I shall engage in the consumption of sustenance." Hesitantly, Vivienne drew closer to the table and took a seat. I smell like snow? I suppose I do. It made sense, given her parentage and what she could do. "Snowdrop... that is the name of the canine." It was more of a statement than a question; a realisation aloud. Putting a name to the dog helped to solidify it - no, her - as more of a living creature and not a beast of destruction that would rip her limb from limb.

Vivienne picked at her food, still wary though Nicholas had a major hand in its preparation. Kayle seemed to notice her reluctance, given her assurance of the safety of the dish. One bite will not hurt... correct? Though she could see light steam rising from the food, she raised a forkful to her lips. Oh... oh my. This is - scrumptious. Despite the warmth, the meal was in fact delicious. A myriad of flavours washed over her tongue as she took another bite. None she could name, but did it matter? Eating made her realise how hungry she really was. It took everything in her to eat like a civilised person. She would not abandon her fine manners, even if she was starving and the food was amazing.


Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Morgantown, PA ➡ Hampton Inn|Tags: Nicholas ➡ Reapers, Teilo, Clive|

It was reassuring to know that he was there to talk to, if she wanted to. She hadn't really had anyone to talk to being dead and all, besides the occasional fellow spirit. But many of them were a muddle of confusion, and that made holding a conversation difficult. "I should be able to find you if I want to. Your energy's hard to miss." She offered Nicholas a lopsided smile, though that soon faded as he continued on. "If it really was self-defence..." I guess that's not so bad. Even if he couldn't necessarily die and stay dead, he could still feel pain. That much was evident. "Not great, but excusable at least." Although try telling whoever died that. Wait - crap, he can read my thoughts. I didn't mean it like that. Man, it was hard to control one's own thoughts.

The reaper's hand extended towards Audra's in a motion that would have been welcoming, if not for the fact of what she was. Audra glanced between the reaper - Tavie, Nicholas had said - and the death god. It was still a leap of faith, so to speak. But Nicholas had promised - given his word - that Vivienne would be safe. At least, as safe as he could keep her. She met his violet eyes with a steady nod before placing her hand in Tavie's.

Almost immediately, everything blurred. They were moving - we have to be moving, right? - but she didn't feel like they were moving. Then again, she didn't have a body anymore, so who was to say? She wondered if this was what shadow travel felt like, or if it was something else entirely. It was just her and the reaper, but then it wasn't. Audra wasn't sure when it happened, just that it did - another spirit melded into the blur. It had to be the amulet girl, right? The one Nicholas said he killed in self-defence.

Then the blur was gone, and she was spit onto the stairwell of some cold building. She assumed they had to be in New York - nowhere else was snowing this time of year to her knowledge, save the Arctic and Antarctic circles. There was another spirit - no, another reaper and another spirit, and someone who felt like neither. Something about chess, and letters, and stolen cigarettes'. The older male spirit started shouting at them in an ornery fashion - that's what brought her fully into the moment. Her eyes flickered between the younger male and the shouty one. That's when she realised she was back in human form, or what passed for it. The younger one seemed to be about her age - her current age, not when she'd died. His gaze settled on her for a moment, she could feel it. But he wasn't like the rest of them, not fully.

"You - you're not dead." Astute as ever, captain obvious. "You must be an Underworld demigod, then. This is... far better than I'd hoped." An Underworld child meant that Audra could speak to the quest group, not just linger around in hopes of overhearing something. "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would actually be able to talk with you. I'm - well, I don't know how much you know. But I'm Audra." She gave the boy an optimistic smile, accompanied by a little wave.

[sammy,]

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

"there's no way you could do better than that. i refuse to believe it. that's your peak," orin said, goading intentionally. "and since you've quit comedy for good, it appears that there's no way for you to prove otherwise." he shrugged. "it's a shame to deprive the world of such good. with all that's going on. could've really made a difference." he had no doubt that he'd thieve the joke at some point, though wasn't exactly certain as to how that would go down. where it had tickled him to no end, he was also aware of the severe lack of taste that was harboured by most of the population. still, he was only looking to entertain himself, really. and her. it didn't really matter if the rest of the planet didn't get it.

he did not have moon man fantasies. even with that part of him made certain in his mind, it felt as though denying it was a lost cause. it would only further the accusations. "he's allegedly been to space," he pointed out. "i'm not saying that the conspiracy theories are right, but you gotta give 'em some credit. they really tried their best. i was just trying to give them the spotlight that they deserved, the basement-dwelling little weirdos." he said. "i don't think i'm scarier than that. i just think - you know, you have to go to space to be impacted by it. it's a conscious decision you need to make. i could be anywhere. ready to strike." with a collection of gravity-related questions, no less. "not only that, but i gave him something interesting to talk about. other than space. you'd get so sick of spending time with him, wouldn't you? it'd all be 'when i was on the moon...' - shut up. grow a personality."

another mention of minty was another reminder that he really did need to follow up with his friend. there were things to be said, and as daunting as it felt, it was something that orin felt necessary. put to the back of his mind for now, but something to certainly be considered later. "use it well," he concluded on the leverage.

running away was an idea. it felt a good idea. a better idea than sitting around and waiting for the bomb to drop - but then, obligation. morality that persevered despite all logical reasoning. "'course i'd feel bad," he said. "but - i mean, if we're all gonna die, i'd rather die in fiji than in the freezing cold." he wasn't sure who had decided that it was their problem. "didn't choose this, did we?" there had been no draft, no signup, just a set of biological influences that had thrown them into the situation they were stuck in. "i've never been set up to be - you know, the big hero, the one who fixes things. just sort of get in the way most of the time. so - maybe just drop to an island somewhere, catch a tan, let the ones who want their hero badge sort it out."

he could feel the lull occurring, auggie succumbing to the exhaustion of the day, and he couldn't blame her in the slightest. he was, instead, rather surprised that she'd lasted fighting it off for so long. "well, then you don't have to worry about either, d'you?" it seemed a good course of action. or not. it was certainly a course of action. "can't get too predictable." and when it was confirmed that he had sidled his way into her skull, he let out a soft breath, scratching the base of her skull. "i'm in there, scurrying about. loads of space. space for frolicking and activities. could do all sorts of activities in your brain space. swing a few cats in there." a note quieter than before. "broke is quite an intense word. i'm just making renovations. need to crack a few omelettes to make an - no, that's the wrong way round."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: clive, tavie, audra.
ivi hampton inn, roof stairwell.

teilo's eyes did eventually settle on the girl, once the tirade from the ghost beside him had settled. hard to focus on more than one thing - with the shouting and the sudden crowd, it was all getting rather a bit overwhelming. but, as she seemed to confirm, he was not dead. which was always a plus. he did appreciate hearing that about himself.
with his attention fixed, it was easier to discern that she was not the same as the reapers, the ones that carried doom like chips upon their shoulders, but rather similar to clive, all iridescent and easy to observe. a similar age to him, too, but that meant nothing at that moment. she could have died in the middle ages for all he knew - though a ghost who kept up with relatively modern fashion trends was not one he had seen before, it wasn't one that he could discount. "not dead," he nodded slowly, raising a stained hand to offer a finger-jostling wave. "i'll take it."

"better than you'd hoped?" came the shrill, offended noise from his peripherals. "he's just been mauled by one of the vultures off the jungle book, and i've had my evening plans ruined. do you know how difficult it is to convince a living man to rewind his hand-telly episode of law and order when you're not in the same bleedin' plane as him? i'm gonna miss so much context, and it's 'cause of -"
"clive," he had to turn his head rather than shift his gaze, finding it much easier to keep his eyes fixed straight ahead.
"what? is this - are you trying to insinuate something?"
"get lost," he said. "for a bit."
"i'm gonna need that a little clearer. you're all - it's all consonants, with you. it's all just kind of a droning, boring, kind of boring noise, you know, a kind of -" clearly averse to exiting.
"go and watch a bit of law and order," he waved, the spirit leaving with a huff, the scent of lingering smoke left behind. attentions returned to audra. that felt like an important name.

a blank mind for just a moment before the cogs started whirring. "oh, you're - the um..." he was bad with names. he was worse with names when his head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton wool and rolled down a particularly steep hill. with faith it would be granted to him, he went on: "you stuck around." quite the feat, given that other spirits had not been so kind. "and you want to talk," yes, that was what she had said. he was growing a bit ill of speaking to dead people. "i'll be completely frank - i know you probably can't tell just by looking, but i'm not operating at maximum efficiency at current moment, and - i really, really would like to just - go to bed. so if you could just -" a slicing motion with his hand. "cut through the faff, get straight to the core, get it all over and done with before those two have a job on their hands that fits description a little better than taxi-driver and loiterer, that'd be..." great. grand. "ideal." he hoped that he wasn't coming across as rude. then again, he wasn't sure that was the biggest of his worries - and any attempt at snippiness from him dithered in comparison to the greeting clive had bestowed upon her, so he supposed that worrying was of no benefit. "i suppose there's a particular reason that you chose this roof. and that i'm about to hear a very compelling argument as to why we should avoid maiming when it comes to the ultimate showdown with your icy cariad." it seemed the most logical of reasons. the exasperation was not avoided in his chosen tone, but this could have been put down to a great number of things, potential oncoming plea bargain aside. teilo considered himself rather multifaceted when it came to to the roots of his purveyed emotional hebetude.

[WitchHazel]

Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Hampton Inn|Tags: Reapers, Teilo|

Mauled by a vulture? Audra sincerely doubted that, given the fact that vultures didn't frequent New York, as far as she knew. And certainly not in this kind of weather. More than likely it was some sort of monster, drawn in by his scent. He was bleeding; a fact made apparent by the red streaking down his face. The hot crimson against the white snow convinced her more than anything that he wasn't dead.

He had a welsh accent - that was the first thing she noticed when he spoke. The second thing was the fatigue weighing down his tone, and then the fact that he was being rather rude. But who could blame him? The poor guy sounded exhausted. "Cut to the chase? Yeah, I'm good for that." Vivienne didn't like small talk either. "I'll keep it quick." If there was one thing Audra was good at, it was getting her point across. In a blunt manner, yes. But it saved more time to be blunt than to add fluff, and the other demigod looked like he was going to pass out if she took her sweet time.

"I have no idea what 'cariad' means, but that's not important right now. Your assumption is correct." The smile fled from her face, her indigo eyes fixed squarely on the Underworld child. She folded her arms over her spectral Camp Half-Blood t-shirt as she stared him down. "I initially came here to eavesdrop on your plans; to see if you were really a threat to Jun - Vivienne." Honest and clear-cut; no beating around the bush. "I didn't expect that there would be anyone who could see or even hear me for that matter. But since you're here, I might as well make my case." Her gaze never left him, not for a second. Like two big cats sizing each other up, waiting for the other to make a move. "I have one question for you first; before I get into my reasonings - do you intend to harm Vivienne?" It was a simple question, though she wasn't certain the answer would be so uncomplicated.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“You think that little of me?” She raised her eyebrows, refusing to counter his goading with more of an argument. “I don’t need to prove anything,” she replied with an air of false smugness. “I know what I’m capable of.” The corner of her mouth twitched at the following response, suitably overdramatic as usual. “Yeah, make a difference in ending it. I’m doing the world a favour, you just don’t get the power I have. I’m being responsible.” It seemed like a bit of an ironic argument when she really did have powers, ones she didn’t actually know how to control and genuinely could be fatal. The thought was pushed away. It was an easier conversation to have when it was about something absurd, the consequences as real as the threat.

The lack of a response to her continued teasing about moon man fantasies felt like a win, even if he was simply choosing not to engage with it. A tiny, satisfied smirk briefly crossed her face. “Do you think they’d be basement-dwelling weirdos if they actually had anything worthwhile backing their claims?” she countered. She let out a sharp, amused exhale. She couldn’t actually disagree with him. “The poor guy. He’s probably constantly checking over his shoulder.” Auggie grinned. “Well you wouldn’t know. You never had a conversation with the guy, just harassed him.” A point made for the sake of arguing, she didn’t actually believe in her defense of the alleged moon man. “You’re probably right, though,” she conceded. “I bet he thinks he’s better than everyone for it. Probably just sits around bragging.”

She didn’t really want to consider the idea of running away, beyond the initial thought that it would be nice and the subsequent thought of the guilt it would bring. She didn’t want to think about it because she was worried she’d see the potential in it, that she’d actually want to leave and never look back. She thought she could, if she was with him. “Yeah…” She sighed. “Nobody did. I mean...none of us chose this. Nobody would ever choose this.” Maybe that was an exaggeration. There were probably some people who actually wanted devastation, who wanted their opportunity to play the hero, but most of them had just been stuck in a life they hadn’t asked for and didn't really want. Auggie was quiet for a moment. She wanted to want it, and part of her did, but it still didn’t really feel like a viable option. “And trust these idiots to sort it all out? Might as well be putting the world to a death sentence.” It was a wry attempt at humour, but there was a hint of truth behind it, betraying her inability to walk away from a fight, the lack of trust in others to fix things. “Not that I wouldn’t want to run away to Fiji with you,” she added, in case that hadn’t been clear.

Her eyes closed, giving in to the weight of exhaustion dragging her down, aware only of his warmth around her and the vibrations of his voice. “No cats allowed in my brain,” she mumbled, ignoring the obvious gibe. “I hate cats.” She hated one cat in particular, but it had tainted her view of all felines. The attempted metaphor made her laugh, a sound that melted into a falsified groan. “Why did I let you into my brain? You don’t even know how omelettes work.” She was quiet for a moment, hesitating before the surrender. “Okay, you didn’t break me. But if I told the truth I think your ego’d probably implode.” Her voice was slightly slurred in her half-asleep state, likely an excuse for the candidness.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

They snorted at the blunt agreement, grinning back at what appeared to be a smile from the callous girl. As they made their way closer to the dismal flames, Corey did their best not to look at the faces around them. It wasn’t that they were insensitive to those who were grieving, they’d just never been very good at dealing with loss—especially not other people’s loss. They had memories they’d rather not be brought up again, and it was easier to try to ignore the hopeless expressions circling the violet fire than to look any of them in the eye and accept the reality of what had happened.

They slumped down next to Liv, pulling their hood up against the chill. They glanced over as the girl began sketching, trying not to look like they were watching too intently, but interested in the movement across the paper, the calculating looks flicking between the real fire and the one beginning to form on the page. “You know, I don’t think you’re an Ares kid,” they decided, voice significantly quieter than it had been when they were distanced from the other campers, but maybe not as quiet as it should have been given the circumstances. “I don’t think any of them have got the patience for this kind of stuff.” They didn’t think Liv was actually interested in their commentary, but she didn’t need to be, they were thinking aloud to themself as much as anything.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

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

The image of bugs in his mind and the use of the word crawling were enough to send a shiver through Jamie, shaking his head as if he were trying to get the thought away. “Don’t know. I don’t see how anybody could like them,” he responded shortly, hoping for the conversation to move away as quickly as possible. There were worse things to be afraid of than bugs. Unfortunately, he was afraid of all of them.

Jamie nodded as Aiden explained, or at least tried to, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. It didn’t seem the son of Athena knew either. That seemed to be a recurring theme amongst demigods—strange things that had no way of being explained until one day they suddenly did. “Maybe it’s…” He didn’t know what to suggest, especially when Aiden was so adamant that it wasn’t simply a memory faded from time. “Maybe something happened and so it’s like…” He made a vague gesture, waving a hand by his head. “I don’t know, I’m not a psychologist.” And suggesting the reason his only memory was lost was because of trauma probably wasn’t the most helpful or comforting approach. “I hope you get to. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s great.”

[sammy,]

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

"i just think it's unfair that you're depriving such a needy world of your evident and apparently boundless talent. is that so wrong?" orin asked in response. "great power and great responsibility. i get it. but - you know, i sort of wanna see it. if the world ends in hysterical laughter, i'd consider that a win." his eyebrows rose as a thought occurred to him. "like the laughter epidemic in tanganyika! i bet that was a similar situation." where he pulled these things from, he wasn't quite sure.

he considered the question. "if they actually had anything worthwhile backing their claims, they'd be out in the streets, sharing their findings. they've just not got the charisma for it. if you sit at home and spout rubbish, you're a basement dweller. if you go out in public and spout rubbish, you're a politician," salient. "for all he knows, i've been tracking him for years. just waiting. biding my time." the idea preposterous, but nice to push. "i did have a conversation with him. it's just that his portion of the communication effort was more - you know, panic in his eyes. utter rage. a vague appearance of nausea. that's still a conversation. we didn't need words to speak. it was on a different wavelength. you wouldn't get it." orin took a slightly uppity tone with the final sentence. "you'd think he'd find another hobby. like gardening. or stamp collecting."

they hadn't chosen it. that much was certainly true. it may have been easier if they had. "some people, though, they take to it like a duck to water," he commented. there were some who just seemed to fit this kind of life, fighting a fight that wasn't necessarily their own, but that was appreciative of their help regardless. "i mean, they're already out there trying to sort it out. see how that goes, right? at least we have a good tell - you know, if the snow's gone, they've succeeded. if not..." he didn't really want to consider that idea. "if not, then fiji. i'm not watching the end of the world from new york."

he laughed at the coment about cats. "that's not fair. they're alright," though he supposed that he had no leg to stand on, given his unreasonable and sudden hatred for ostriches - pets felt different. "good thing about cats is that they don't really care if you like 'em or not. treat everyone the same. and then sleep all day. i'd love to be a cat, me. they've got everything figured out." he muttered. "i'm not gordon ramsay. i don't need to know how they work. just - you know, that you have to... break something to make 'em." a little, satisfied noise when she confirmed that he had achieved quite the opposite of breaking her, and though it would have been nice to hear it, he wasn't too fussed on the thought of keeping her awake longer than necessary. "you tell me when you think i can handle it." he said, settling his hand against her head and fixing his eyes on the ceiling once more.

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

they appeared to be on a similar page. that was good. and as she spoke, he nodded along, thankful for the clarity, the honesty that came with the words. he didn't particularly want to sit there and whittle away the minutes talking about all the emotionally extravagant aspects of the battle that they were facing. but with all of audra's reason, teilo noted that the question, the final question, was quite a blinkered one. "me, specifically?" he asked. "no. i'm just driving. i'm not really - you know, into the history of everything that happened. i'm not going out with a bloodlust and a thirst for her head on a pike. i don't particularly like it when people die. not if there's no point." he paused. thought.

there was more to it, though. "but - you know, i assume that you're not just on about me. i think that's fair to say, isn't it? you wanna know the big plan, the process, and if i'm being honest with you, i don't think any of us have the slightest shadow of what we're supposed to be doing. just going out and stopping her. that could mean - you know, redemption, appealing to her reasonable side, wherever that may be..." he had spoken for too long, his throat tight and eyes blurry, but he persevered. "trying to appeal to her. to get her to stop. but in my view - you know, i'm just taxi, i'm not really... i don't think what i believe really matters. but i think that even if we do appeal to her, make her see some kind of light, there's a chance that she just doesn't take it. 'cause redemption means realising that she's taken her grief and weaponised it, and caused countless others immense sorrow of their own in the name of justice she'll never get. so my - my point is - to answer your question, i'm going to ask you another. you know her. without the emotional kind of... bias, taking her from every - every facet - do you think she'd die in the name of remaining stubborn to her poisoned beliefs? would she rather cause the end of days than accept she's probably in the wrong? d'you think she's right for what she's doing in your name?" that was more than one question. and it was a lot of talking. but it felt important. through it all, his voice never wavered, stuck to that single tone, detached and cold as stone. his teeth had stopped chattering, though, which felt like a plus.

[WitchHazel]

Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Hampton Inn, Roof Stairwell|Tags: Reapers, Teilo|

She had meant it as a collective you, but the boy seemed to figure that out eventually. But his words were encouraging, at least - he personally didn't want to kill Vivienne. That was a start. "i don't particularly like it when people die. not if there's no point." Believe me, I feel you on that. Do you think there was a point to my death? No, just some random event. Freak accident, I guess. That's what everyone had said. Audra had to take their word for it - she couldn't recall much of her own death, save the blinding pain and the feeling of something foreign speared through her body.

Gods, this guy is nearly as cold and uncaring as the mask June shows to everyone else. That could have easily been a front, but she wasn't going to get close enough to tell. "You guys don't have a plan?" That was a little shocking - she hadn't thought them so harebrained as to go rushing in without one. "You can't go up against Khione without a plan, especially given that she's just the tip of the iceberg. There's something bigger at play here, but... we're still trying to figure it all out. Don't think I'll get the chance before I cross the river Styx. But maybe I'll learn more in the Underworld - after all, the Doors of Death seem to play a big part. But I'm guessing you already knew that, given your chthonic parentage." She wasn't sure how attuned to the Doors Underworld children were, but how could they not know? It was hot gossip among the undead, after all.

The other demigod continued speaking on, this time about Vivienne. "You really don't know that much about her, do you?" She couldn't spot a camp necklace on this guy, so it could be that he was new this year. The 'you' was meant to be more collective, though - it didn't sound as if the group had been particularly well-informed. Then again, Audra was one of the only people - if not the only person - who knew Vivienne; really knew her. "She'll listen to logic, so long as she's not blinded by pain and rage. I think there's a better chance of that now, after -" she stopped herself, warring internally as to what to reveal. "- well, after she actually got to see me." Audra didn't elaborate on how that had happened, but she didn't think she needed to. Not that it wasn't important, just... she didn't want to get snapped out of existence for saying the wrong thing. Sure, Nicholas was more human than she'd thought - but it had become clear to her that he would protect himself if he needed to. The uncertainty that she wouldn't just poof! no longer exist guided her thoughts and actions. Probably better if I don't risk my life - death? Undeath? - by revealing his involvement. "It's not..." Audra paused, mulling over her wording before she spoke again.

"I never wanted this for her." Blunt and simple, the best way to do things. "But she knows that now; she knows all I wanted was for her to be able to move on; to find peace. I won't really be able to until she does. This isn't justice. It's vengeance. I think she's always known that deep down. Khione -" a cold breeze blew through her, and she would have shivered if she'd been alive. "- is cruel and harsh, even to her own demigods. Vivienne might be intelligent, but the snow goddess is a master manipulator. Just look at what happened during the second giant war." She knew Vivienne was planning to go back to her, even if it was just for her own motives of reconnaissance. But would she fall back into old habits? Khione has molded her mind for five years - breaking that kind of bond wasn't going to be easy, especially if the goddess was up to her usual brain games. This time, Vivienne wouldn't be alone, though - not in the sense she was before. She had allies; people looking out for her. People who actually seemed to care; not just fake it in order to slip past her defences. "Khione -" the wind came again, stronger. This time, Audra did shiver, but not from the cold. "- she's got her fingers in deep, but their grip is loosening. I really think Vivienne can change, and that's not just the optimist in me talking. You'll have to find a way to show her she can trust you, and that won't be easy. But she can change. Deep down, I know she wants to. I see it especially now. Truth is - beneath the anger, the pain, it's all just fear." A soft, sad sigh escaped her nonexistent lungs. "She's terrified of losing the people she cares about. Now that it's happened, she doesn't know who to turn to. The snow goddess preyed upon her when she was at her most vulnerable. If you show her she can trust you, that she's not alone - there's a chance. You'll have to get her away from Khione first. There's no telling what damage the goddess has done and will continue to do. Vivienne's not the villain here - she's a victim, as much as I hate that word. Right now, she's conflicted and scared. That hesitation - that internal discord - I think it'll be helpful to both of you, in the long run. It is ultimately her choice whether she runs towards the light or flees from its glow. But I believe in her; I always have. I know she'll make the right decision. All you need to do is reach out a hand."

The melancholic smile across Audra's face was brightened by the pinpricks of hope gleaming in her periwinkle eyes. "One last piece of advice. Regardless of what you think... your opinions do matter. But enough fluff; you're probably cold and tired." He'd said about as much earlier. "Feel free to necromance my ass up here at any time, if you can do it. Just so long as I get returned to wherever the hell I was in the Underworld."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Who said I was looking to be fair? Maybe I enjoy making others suffer.” There were probably quite a few people who would actually believe that. She knew that Orin wouldn’t, but still felt a twinge of worry once the words had left her mouth. “Yeah? Maybe I’m just biding my time. Waiting for the right moment. It only works if you’re not expecting it, right?” Of course he had some obscure reference to compare it to. She would have been surprised if he hadn’t. “The what? Do I even want to ask?”

"So politicians are just extroverted basement dwellers then. Does that make you a politician?" she smiled, not having meant for it to come out like an insult, but amused by the implications regardless. "If you're the one publicly stating their theories, I mean." She nodded. "I could see you doing that," she said with as much seriousness as she could muster, despite the ridiculousness of the idea and the fact that he very clearly wasn't stalking Buzz Aldrin. “I think your definition of a conversation is a bit different from the rest of the population, but whatever you say.” She huffed a laugh at the haughty tone, rolling her eyes at him. “Yeah, alright,” she replied sarcastically. “Full offense to stamp collecting, but that’d probably seem pretty boring after going to the moon.” She paused. “If he actually did go to the moon, that is.”

She wasn’t sure how some people could take to the life of wars and monsters so easily, accepting it as something that was simply part of their existence. It was probably a good thing that at least some of them wanted it, that they saw the chaos and were happy to be thrown into it. Auggie was used to acting like she was, or at least like she didn’t care. Actually convincing herself of that was another struggle entirely. “Yeah…” She didn’t want to imagine a scenario where the questers failed, especially considering they probably wouldn’t be returning as failures, it was likely they wouldn’t return at all. A death sentence for something that wasn’t any of their fault. “What do you have against New York?” she asked, choosing to push the more dire thoughts away. There were lots of things to have against New York. She’d lived there her whole life and was familiar with all of them, but the question and the joking tone of mild offence came anyway.

“Tell that to my mom’s cat.” The words were accompanied by a sudden pang in her chest at the reminder of what had happened. It was likely that cat wasn’t around anymore either, it had been old when she’d left. Still, she found herself worrying about it, despite the previously stated hatred. “That thing despised me,” she muttered through the lump in her throat, doing her best to keep her voice steady, trying not to think about the Iris message that felt years away now. The conversation moved on quickly, and she was grateful for that, making a little noise at the comment on Gordon Ramsey and omelettes, not awake enough to tease him further. “I will.” She was more worried about herself being able to handle it than him, but it was easier to pretend otherwise. “Not gonna blow your head up with the fact that you’re the only person in this stupid place I actually trust,” she mumbled, already slipping into the haze of unconsciousness.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Roof Stairwell | Tags: Teilo, Audra, Reapers
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞

Moxie isn't sure what the last thing she remembered was. She was somewhere, and now she was here. Hurling over the stairwell. The vicious liquid clung to the inside of her throat, which only made the experience worse. "Looks like number two's finally found her bearings." Tavie commented, lighting the cigarette with a touch of their finger. Moxie's head felt like it had been overstuffed with cotton, her thoughts existing amidst an impenetrable fog. "Where... where am I -" Her hand clasped over her mouth, suppressing a second bout of ethereal vomit. Chess vanished and reformed on the other side of the stairwell, clearly not taken with Moxie's first impression. "What, are you scared of a little ectoplasm?" Tavie teased. Chess was not amused.
"I don't want it on me. It's gross and not part of my job."
"Isn't our job making sure spirits are comfortable on their journey?
"My job is soul reaping. Whether everyone downstairs actually settles them in is none of my concern."
"Ugh, no wonder you scored so low on the social portion of your exam."

Whatever these two were, they weren't human. Moxie tried coming up with an answer of what they were, but any amount of thinking only added to her pounding headache. "I'm... dead." The transparency of her hands settled that quickly enough. There was snow coming down outside, and it seemed like the boy was the only one alive. He looked strangely familiar, but he also looked occupied. Talk of snow, Vivienne, and Khione filled the air, but Moxie wasn't listening at the moment. She was more focused on not puking a third time. "I'm not crazy Chess, but doesn't he look a little like the bossman?" Tavie said in a hushed tone. The incorporeal shape raised its head, examining the living one. "He does, actually. Do you think he may be a doppelganger? I've heard stories about those." Tavie let the cigarette hang on her lip as she dug around in her pocket, pulling a square device from it. "What is - Tavie, did you take his phone?" Her lip formed a pout. "I borrowed it, thank you. Say cheese!" Without any prior warning, the reaper snapped a photo of Teilo and the resident ghosts, motioning for them to continue their conversation. Moxie couldn't imagine she looked too flattering in the picture, if she even showed up in it at all.

[norvina!]

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕🌠
(seventeen;hypnos;dining hall)(tags;cass)

delilah finished off the last bite of her food, listening as cass talked. once mira's name was mentioned she nearly spat out her food, coughing as she slowly swallowed down her food. "t-things went well." she answered, the tips of her ears flushed as the thoughts of their kiss entered her mind again. "we just talked." she lied, hoping cass wouldn't see through her lie. her mind couldn't help but think of how mira might be doing, she missed the girl dearly already. she also missed her sister, although thoughts of dahlia left a bitter pain in her heart.

тυℓιρa яυє🌷
(satyr;campfire)(tags;chuck,jack)

tulip shivered in the cold air, regretting not wearing a jacket she wrapped her arms around herself. the calming feeling she had felt was slowly wearing off leaving her nerves a complete mess, spotting campers heading over to the fire she decided to head that way. walking closer her eyes glanced over everyone before spotting chuck and another camper sitting together. quickly walking over, she waved "hey guys, how's it going?" tulip asked, trying not to come off as awkward.

᥅ꪖꪑᦓꪖꪗ ꪑꪖ᥅꠸ꫀ👽
(sixteen;achyls;hotel)(tags;malcom)

"celebrate?" Ramsay chuckled, "those are such silly things to celebrate." shaking her head. following right behind him, she watched as the door opened leading into an even larger room. glancing around in awe, she was amazed at how luxurious this room was. "I think, I'll take a shower now." she responded, hoping she'd still be able to.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Mira
Location: Room 207

"The last time I had a crush... if that's what you call it I'd say fancy but that's besides the point, his name was Evander, it took years to develop. I used to visit his dreams, not too long ago actually, until... until I saw he was dreaming of her. You see we used to hang out all the time then... then I put him to sleep for a few days. I didn't know I did it until Hypnos visited me and told me. My mum knew, even so, Evander's mum didn't want Evander coming over anymore." Ash let out a sigh, he's never told anyone the story before, even if it was simplified, but Mira shared her story and trusted him with her secret (not that she had a choice) he may as well share about himself.

"It used to happen a lot. Though I didn't have many in person friends, I had more online friends." he chuckled nervously. It was odd being at camp for him, he had the opportunity to make friends with people who could relate to him on some level. He was curious if she was talking about a boy or girl but considering how embarrassed she was it reminded him of her reaction about him seeing her and Delilah so he assumed she was talking about a girl. Ash didn't feel like it'd go well if he voiced his assumption so he just let it stay as an assumption. They both looked worn out and he was starting to feel how he looked.

Ash winced a little as Mira put pressure on his hand. "Roger doctor Belle. Could we call them tonight?" he tapped his chin thinking if he'd need medicine now or if it could wait till tomorrow. "You look tired and I'm tired. Rest will do us well." he gave her a small smile before getting up and getting the ice bucket. "Care to come with me to fill this up before I take you back to your room?" he asked her as he started toward the door.