Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Well he’s had eternity to figure out ways around that. He could’ve come up with something.” She didn’t really care if the criticism completely disregarded the rules of omniscience, she wasn’t buying into the defense of the wine god. “I can see why they’re always fighting and pissing each other off if it is like that. Not being able to hide anything, knowing everything about anyone.” A horrific thought, really. She snorted at the agreement that Mr. D was, in fact, a loser. She knew Orin didn’t harbour the same kind of spite for the god that she did, but that only made the conclusion more amusing in her eyes. “Exactly, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, because if I’ve heard anything about the Iris cabin it’s that they’re all super bitter and selfish,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, giving a wide eyed nod. “Did you just—” the words were cut off with a disbelieving laugh. “You did not just compare yourself to Michaelangelo after using the word ripeness to describe a dingy nerd basement.” She wasn’t too familiar with many of the children of Iris, but was fairly certain none of them were the type to kick someone out, that was the least she'd gathered from the few run-ins she'd had. The thought sparked in her mind, she lifted her hand to reveal the little stick and poke crescent moon on her wrist, faded slightly with time, but still there. “Could you do better than this?” Not entirely serious, given the design was about as simple as it could possibly be. “True. The world would be a much better place if people just listened to me,” she nodded at the conclusion, any hint of seriousness in her tone completely gone.

“Well, maybe they should.” At some point the tone had shifted, sounding a little more like she actually believed what she was saying. Auggie had a skill for arguing, and even if the point she was making had been chosen for her own amusement, she usually managed to convince herself of it by the end. Or at least enough to sound somewhat serious. “If they’re smart enough to infiltrate the system and give themselves rights they obviously deserve rights. You would take that away from them?” She shook her head at him, feigning disappointment. “Oh, yeah?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “You immediately thinking I won't believe that doesn’t really help your case. But saying he did say that, I don’t think I like this guy anymore. Maybe he deserves to be scarred by a fifteen year old conspiracy theorist if he’s gonna disrespect our rat overlords like that.” She was silent for a beat, then broke into a laugh at the absurdity of her own words, turning to hide her face against his chest again. “I think I’ve been awake for too long.” She took a steadying breath. “Yeah? Maybe I want to be part of their plan. You’re assuming I’m going to choose you over the rats here.”

She hadn’t exactly been surprised by the memorized line, not seeming entirely unusual for Orin, but the story behind it did make more sense. “You know, I think that’s probably more useful than anything I ever learned in school.” She didn’t see how exactly it was useful, but she hadn’t really paid much attention in school outside of music class. “Oh no,” she laughed at the threat of the one-man show. “I’m not.” She might have had something more to say, teasing him or making a comment about torture, but she was already half asleep, thoughts flowing like honey, their voices feeling close and far away at the same time. “Are you really—” She smiled at the admission. “That’s disappointing. I don’t wanna hear it if you’re not gonna do the voices,” muttered with the conviction of someone already slipping into unconsciousness.

[sammy,]

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

"maybe he likes knowing that everyone knows. likes knowing that everyone's aware that he's causing problems, and that they're all powerless to stop it, given that its in his - his realm of capability," he waved vaguely in the air as he searched for the word. "i mean, none of the gods get angry at zeus for making a few lightning bolts every so often. it'd be real unfair if he was being punished for doing something that's just - just his gig, you know? like shouting at a fish for swimming," the opinion had changed ever so slightly. he had gone from being a loser to being unfairly targeted by his godly peers. "guess that's what happens when you're born out of a leg. you get treated a little different to the ones who were just manifested."

orin nodded along with the exposition of the iris cabin. "oh, they want you to think that it's all sunshine and rainbows, but i know - i know about what causes rainbows. i'm not silly. horrific storms. storms that kill people. that flood houses. look at those nice colours! wonder how many homesteads were devastated to result in that one," maybe not the best to slate the goddess who provided the sole method of communication to the people he had back home. he brushed over it. far worse things had been said about far more hot-headed gods. and really, given that his own father was responsible for many of the storms that he was rattling on about, he was insulting him more than he was insulting her. "listen. you just - you just don't get the method. it's fine. no one liked van gogh when he was alive, either. he wasn't appreciated for his genius until long after he was gone. i am ready for the same to be applied to me." maybe a little too pertinent to the situation at hand, but context was out of the window by now - and focus had turned to the little moon on her wrist. he broke out into a smile, admiring the little adornment. "i mean, i can't say i could replicate it with such care, but -" he tilted his head. "did an eye for my sister once. that was probably one of my bigger mistakes." not because it had been bad - it was actually good for the efforts of a seventeen year old who was perhaps a little too out of it to be making his name in the stick and poke world - but the following tattoos had been questionable at best. "there'd be no more problems. no more issues. just - coasting along, living our lives. the way we're supposed to. foraging for nuts and berries instead of worrying about the stock market."

the capabilities of rats twisted on its head. "i would take that away from them. in a heartbeat. because they've done it dishonestly. they've lied. i don't think it's right that they get to just exist under our noses, pretending like they're rodents, not paying their taxes. they must think we're idiots. they think we're below them. we're not. i could obliterate a rat. turn it to dust if i wanted," he considered the four legged fiends, grimaced. "he's got some controversial opinions, i'll give you that. not for everyone. he had the gall to tell me the moon's not even made of cheese. and i mean, i've watched wallace and gromit, i'm not silly. it actually near eviscerated our friendship. really hard hurdle to get over." if auggie was matching his ability to spin a subject wildly out of control, then she was almost definitely more sleep-deprived than she may have liked to have let on. but he laughed along with her, scratched the base of her scalp a little idly. "what can a rat do that i can't?" came the whined complaint. "i can lug a slice of pizza around. easy peasy. could do that in my sleep."

it had been significantly less useful than he would have liked. "when someone puts a gun to my head and tells me to recite a film from top to bottom or say goodbye to my impressively larger-than-average brain, i'll be sorted. it hasn't happened yet, but i'm sure it will," he held out hope, at least. "i've got that and the grinch on lock." the grinch had been a similar story. they'd switched it up for the winter months. "i can try the voices. only for you, but they won't be very good." a moment of intense thought, face twisting as he tried to get his throat in gear for the character he had in mind - and, imitating mr. humberfloob comedically poorly: "fired,"

hard to get something so wrong with just one word.

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

the benefit of a dark night was that teilo could see his reflection in the glass of the windows as he passed them. the detriment of a dark night was that teilo could see his reflection in the glass of the windows as he passed them, and he looked awful. he hadn't known what he had anticipated, but even in the smeared screen, he could see that his efforts to clear the blood - which had left black splotches on a dark grey t-shirt, a tragedy he considered worse than his current state - had done little more than smear it across his face, looking more as though he had picked up a hobby in face-painting than clearing himself of the mess left by the ravine that dipped into what was once the hollow of his left cheekbone. an asymmetrical glasgow smile, offset by a graze under the line his scalp that paled in its comparison. in that moment, staring his own frame down, he decided that he was not a fan of robot birds. if he had been on the fence before, he was laying his claim on the side that settled upon 'against'.

despite being able to look at himself, and further watching his own hand reach for the door that would lead him into the room that promised a bed - a thought that made him shiver once more - he was unable to cut through to the realisation that he was, as a matter of fact, incredibly visible. he'd blame it on the fog. tired. cold. face hurting more than he would have liked to admit. those were all valid reasons to overlook one's tangibility.

when he opened the door, it came with a very baffled expression. there was somebody in front of him. they weren't dead. she was alive, he could tell that much, and he knew her, and her name was mira, and she was in his room, which wasn't her room, and that was wrong. his jaw fell open, eyes narrowing, searching for a reason for her to be there, where she wasn't supposed to be, where he hadn't expected her to be.
almost spoke, asked the question, the - what the bloody hell are you doing in my room this is my room get out of my room i'm trying to go to bed in this room and your presence in this room, the room with my bed in, is going to greatly infringe upon my capability to sleep in this room please get out of my room i claimed this room this is my room, the room that is not yours, make yourself scarce immediately before i have to take drastic action i am holding a weapon of what i have recently discovered is capable of mass destruction and if i can topple a bird i can topple you for being where you are not supposed to be leave immediately or suffer the consequences - but that would have revealed his presence. and he wasn't stupid. the last thing that he wanted to do was have her see his face before he'd cleared it of all the gunk and mess. so he just sort of stood there, gobsmacked, looking between her and ash - who looked worse for wear, he noted - waiting for them to make a comment about the door opening on its own.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Mira
Location: Room 207

"Unfortunate for him but impressive." Ash could hear her amusement with what she had done but she probably felt the guilt following that amusement. Mira was just that kind of person. "He was probably a tosser and deserved it, don't fret." His eyebrow raised as she let it spill that she used her charmspeak on an ex. He listened to the story and perked up when she said 'she' so his assumption was correct. Her face had gone as red as a tomato and he forced himself not to chuckle.

There was no reason for her to be so embarrassed. He'd never been ashamed or embarrassed about his sexuality, he'd always been open when the situation came about and his mother knew even before he had. Though, situations were different, she may not be as open and willing to share as he had. She may not have had the same support, he frowned. I can be her support. He looked her in the eyes "Mirabelle, I accept you as you are." That WAS the right move, right? Thought his acceptance may not mean much to her at least he put it out there in case it had.

"I wasn't much liked by kids my age. Most were tossers like your bully. The boys would tease me about being too pretty for being a boy. The girls didn't mind but those friendships never lasted long so I resorted to playing games online and making my friends there." He looked down at his hands solemnly. It really shouldn't have bothered him anymore but it did. The campfire.. what he'd do to sit by the warmth of the campfire. Instead he's on a life threatening quest but, on the other hand he'd developed feelings and told that person. Needless to say his feelings about the entirety of the situation were complicated.

"Son of Hypnos remember, you can't lie to me about not being tired." He gave her a wink. He was about to join her at the door when he heard the door open."Teilo?" He turned hopeful to see Teilo at the door but only saw Mira. Could've sworn I heard the door, wait....'He set the bucket down wherever he could and walked past Mira feeling the air. He remembered Thanatos could turn invisible, he continued his search in the air until he hit something that wasn't visible. "There you are, thank goodness. I was worried... can you show yourself?" He asked squeezing what he hoped was Teilo's arm.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Isabelle
Location:?? ---> campfire

It was a bastardly day, one that if you imagined the worse case scenario happening it happened. After Rochelle's meeting with Chiron, the exchange filled with a lot of blah's and Rochelle finally being able to walk away, the attack had happened. No one was prepared. All the campers were scattered about in a frenzy either fighting or helping the wounded and the younger campers. Rochelle had tried to communicate with some of the ghosts and skeletons that were attacking but gathered no information from them. At some point she must have gotten hit or something cause she had blacked out and woke with a pounding headache. She had to find Bella, had to relay the aforementioned blahs Chiron had told her. She got up with a sway, she momentarily wondered how horrible she must have looked. Where could she possibly be? Rochelle scrounged her brain for the answer while telling herself to keep placing one foot in front of the other.

Everyone probably went to the campfire after today's events Rochelle made her way to the royal looking flames ahead. She then caught sight of the messy blonde close to the fire looking longingly while munching peacefully on a chicken tender. She almost didn't want to interrupt the peaceful moment with what she had to say. She set aside the feeling and marched toward her unexpecting best friend. "Hey water lily." She said as she plopped down next to the daughter of Poseidon and propped her arm on her knee and rested her chin. "So you know I don't beat around the bush. Chiron and I had a talk, you know how most of his talks sound like the parents on Charlie Brown sound, but this one... this one was important. We need to go one the quest, the one that a group of campers went on this morning? That quest, Chiron wants me to shadow travel us there and said there's an underworld boy on the quest that I can anchor myself to. T something, it was a very outlandish sounding name. We need to pack, finish your chicken while we go pack." Rochelle looked to her friend waiting for a protest or something.

Rochelle stood up again turning her gaze to the odd colored flames. So many lost and no time to mourn them but doing this quest would mean saving the rest of the camp and her half siblings. "I can't do this without you." She said still looking at the fire. She didn't want to need her friend, to put her in danger but what she said was true. She needed Isabelle to keep her motivated. To make it so she didn't lose hope. Rochelle turned to Isabelle and offered her her hand "Ready for an adventure water lily?"

[WitchHazel]

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

"Mirabelle, I accept you as you are."
Mirabelle bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. Of all the reactions he could've had to her slip-up, she didn't expect him to address it so openly and with such compassion. She didn't know why she expected anything less; this was Ash. He was probably one of the least judgmental people she knew. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, not with the inexplicable guilt warring in her chest. The smile she'd slapped on her face felt strained. "Th-Thank you." She wanted to groan when her voice came out as an unsteady squeak, but the message got across nonetheless. He... he accepts me. As I am. That's - that's the first time anyone has ever said that to me. Her teeth tightened around the flesh of her cheek as her breath caught in her throat.

He went on about being bullied then finding his people, and she nodded to show she was listening. But her mind was still reeling from the previous conversation. Maybe... maybe I don't have to hide. Not from everyone. She twirled a blonde strand of hair around a finger. But if they knew the real you, what you've done... would they still accept you? Even the parts of you that you cannot accept? She dreaded finding out the answer to that.

Ash said something about not being able to hide how tired she was. She opened her mouth to protest, to say she was fine, but then the door opened.
Mirabelle's expression was just as baffled as Teilo's when he opened the door, looking like hell warmed over. "What the - Teilo! Oh mes dieux, you look dreadful!" She had to hold herself back from cupping his face, wanting to get a better look at his injuries. Instead, she inspected him with her eyes. "Go clean yourself up; I'll run back to my room and get the first-aid kit. Ash, make sure he cleans out those cuts. The last thing we need is an infection setting in." Ash didn't seem to be able to see him, but... he's not invisible, right? I can see him. Shaking her head, she slipped past Teilo into the hall, briefly turning back to add a stern "no arguments". "Also if either of you locks me out of the room I will not hesitate to charmspeak myself back in. I don't care how stubborn you are, your injuries need to be treated." The last part was mostly directed at Teilo. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, Ash. I'll wrap your hand as soon as we're finished with him."

With that, Mirabelle hurried off to her own hotel room. She dove into her backpack and returned triumphant with a miniature first-aid kit clutched in a pale fist. Though expedient, she took great care to be quiet for fear of waking up the slumbering Aggy. Mission accomplished, she slunk back out into the hall and made for room 207.


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: Campfire|Tags: Corey|

"Ughhh I forgot we had to learn all that crap," Liv groaned. Glenn had told her about the education she would have to endure, but she'd since forgotten most of what he'd said. "Zodiacs are stupid," she stated bluntly. "I don't care who's writing them or if they're 'sent from the stars' or whatever dumb garbage people come up with, but no one tells me who to be." She perked right up again when Corey said they'd be interesting in chatting about the Zodiac Killer - or true crime in general, for that matter. But her interest deflated as the older demigod moved on. Sure, maybe it would be insensitive to talk about that right now... people died. Corey's words came back to haunt her. Yeah, maybe talking about murder now is a bad idea. Not that I care or anything.

"You can fall asleep anywhere? That's metal." Liv raised a pierced eyebrow. "I can sorta do that too, but only when I'm really tired. And if there aren't any morons around to annoy me. Nevermind, I guess I can't do that." She shrugged, not seeming too perturbed by the fact. "But yeah. Relaxing is cool I guess." The sound of muffled hoofbeats in the snow signaled the horse-man's arrival. Campers were starting to quiet down upon noting his presence, Liv realised. Was he going to give some boring speech again? Was he getting the funerals started? She didn't really care either way, so long as she got to finish her sketch of the campfire.


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|

Service dog? I - oh. Vivienne felt a jolt of guilt run through her veins. I did not know. She wasn't sure it would abate her fear, but at least the dog's presence would be more understandable to her now. "Yes, I am aware of the fact that you are visually impaired." She mentally slapped herself. That sounded incredibly callous. "I... do not care for crowds myself." It wasn't an apology, but the intent was clear, at least. She was trying to empathise, with what little empathy skills she had.

Vivienne continued to pace herself with her food, being certain to employ her well-trained manners regardless of how hungry and tired she actually was. Kayle was contacting Nicholas on her cellular device - or, at least, she was trying to. It didn't seem to be going through. It was... odd, to hear the Horseman of the Apocalypse being referred to as 'an idiot on the best of days'. But she simply gave a sharp nod in acknowledgement and carried on eating. Her wounded cheek gave a painful twinge with each bite. She did her best to ignore it. After dabbing at the corners of her lips with a napkin, she hesitantly posed a question. "Might... I have the knowledge of where medical supplies are stored so I may treat myself accordingly while you are retrieving Nicholas?" She'd nearly forgotten in all the fuss of getting clean clothes, not to mention the food.


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

The reapers were bickering like an old married couple, or so Audra assumed. But it was the fellow spirit who held her interest. "Yes, amulet girl. Nicholas didn't give me a name, just said you were bound to some amulet." She snorted, her tone light and humoured. The mystery of that was soon cleared when the older woman introduced herself. "Moxie; nice name. And... well, yeah, we're both dead. Hate to break it to you." Audra winced in sympathy, recalling her own confusion after death. Acclimating to undead life wasn't necessarily easy. "The Grim Reaper? That guy exists?" She drummed her fingers against her spectral thigh. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Well, they're reapers, as far as I can understand it. That one's Tavie, and that one's Chess. Like the game. So I guess we could call them the Chess Reaper? Wait, no, that just makes it sound like they reap chess pieces." She would have laughed at herself if not for the sound of a phone ringing, followed by a clatter and the sound growing ever more distant. Her ears turned back to the reapers curiously.

Did they really steal Death, Horseman of the Apocalypse's phone and then just. Drop it? He might've seemed like a nice guy for the most part, but he could still snap someone out of existence. I wouldn't want to be the one to tell him they lost his phone. Chess was gone suddenly, leaving Tavie to deal with whatever Death would do to her for losing his cell. "Amulet?" Moxie's voice held her attention again. "Nicholas mentioned something about a spirit being bound to an amulet. I assumed that was you, unless..?"

[takara]

♠ | Isabelle Yencha
16 | She/her | Poseidon | By the campfire | Rochelle

'You go save the world, me, I need a nap '

Isabelle took the last bite of her chicken tender, trying to reconcile the sharp chill in the air with some warm food. Dark flames danced in the fire pit, and she let her eyes catch on them. Seventeen. Dancing queen. Young and sweet- damn, ABBA really sounding like a creep. Huh. She swallowed and lifted another. The ceramic plate dug into her fingers, delicately perched in one hand. Eh, if it breaks, it breaks. I ain't the one who gave glassware to a horde of overpowered kids.

Any qualms well disposed of, she held it over her head and bit into it, attacking it from underneath like a shark. She smirked at the mental image, swiping the fried crumbs across her lips as she took in the flames, drenched in sorrow or something close to. They say if you stare into a fire too long, it'll steal your soul. I wonder what that feels like. What good's a soul anyway? If you don't get to chose the body it's fused to...

"Hey water lily." A voice broke her from her line of though. She tore her gaze from the soulseeker and looked to her friend, not bothering to fuss with the clear joyfullness on her face. They always did say you can like, die whenever or whatever. "Hmm?" She hummed, but Rochelle cut her to the chase. She snickered at the image of muted trumpet noises coming from the 'great' centaur. "Oh gods, I wish you'd said that to his face. Sourpuss deserves it." She laughed, a glint in her eye.

Even with the teasing, she'd easily collected every word, jarring it up for later. She wrapped a hand around her last tender and nodded around a mouthful of it while she stood up. "Okay, to Tent it is! I'm ready when you are! " She reached to take her best friend's hand in her free one. She rambled on about packing and Isabelle waved her hand noncomittally. "Eh, I'm not into that. I'll just steal whatever I need from you- bring the Thrasher hoodie and I'll love you forever?" She whined, batting her eyes in a faux attempt to appeal to Rochelle's better nature.

She rolled her eyes at the next statement. Needing her? Please! "Stop buttering me up, you know I'm allergic to cheese!" She tore into her tender with a vengence, ready to rip apart both this chicken and it's grandmother.

A grin broke her face at the question of adventure."Always, Tiger Lily" She growled fiercely, stealing a quick side hug, greased fingers and all.

❥ | Ophelia Rogers
16 | She/her | Aphrodite | between cabins 8 & 10 | Aydan

'I'd rather know you by your bullet holes'

Feelings were flowing unperturbed, and it was exhilarating. No, more like terrifying. I can't tell if I want to faint or throw up or run away. Curse having damn good guts, dammit! She clutched to Aydan, more out of 'oh my gods if you move I will fall apart!' rather than the irksome feelings that plagued her. Wait, did I mean to ask him for time? Gods, I'm confused. Mom you're the goddess of love why is it so impossible? Do I want time? That's- did I mean that? Shoot me now, Styx what happens here? Oh wait he's talking and- "What the hell!" She shrieked, volume be damned.

She pulled an arm out of the embrace and took a swing at him, more out of shock than any conscious decision. It was just as well she was too close to do any damage. "Lead with that! You-you- you thick skulled buffoon I already said yes did I not?" The words were hardly out of her mouth before she was throwing a hand over it. "Oh my gods, I'm so sorry," She whispered this time, but the damage was done.

"I'd offer words about fathers being important and nurturing but I really don't know if they are, uh," Alarms were blaring in her head to shut up right now you idiot! She tentatively reached forward to once more pat his shoulder. "There, there?" It came out like a question, pairing well with the awkwardness of the gesture. Too stiff? Is it weird if I rub his shoulder? I feel like that's weird, but I think he's in shock or something, so maybe not? Screw it! She gently, very gently, began tracing a slow circle over the outside of his shoulder.

☤ | Reese Dawson
17 | He/him | Hades | Outside Cabin 7 | open

'You died again last night; I woke up and left you in my dreams'

Reese shook his head at the retreating form of Aoife. She was...endearing, almost. If you were into horror movie monsters. That is not fair! He scolded himself, People do seem to... enjoy her company. But it is not my, 'cup of tea', I suppose. And a rather bitter tea she would make. Her reference to utensils flew over his head, only forming a light furrow of the brow. Was not worth puzzling over. Probably.

Reese turned his attentions elsewhere, namely the fire. Wine colored flames nipped at the night air, and Reese shivered unconsciously. It shall be a long evening, he bemoaned internally, inching forward to clutch to the railing and make his descent.

➶ | Hank Walker
17 | He/him | Apollo [Head Counselor] | Dining pavilion (Table 12)--> | Elfie

'A little friendly competition'

"Why would I do that," Hank pouted, eyes blown wide with hurt. Everything he knew about the world, about this world that was supposed to be his, came from someone else's perception."Not that they're bad or anything, but..." He trailed off. I wouldn't know if they were pulling my leg or saving my ass. It's, just, it makes me feel lifeless to not see it for myself. As if I'll fade in a puff of smoke for not living right. He shook the thought out of his head. "Uh," Sarcasm dripped from her tone, but maybe she was in just that much pain. It wasn't unheard of.

They were not 'great'. As rule of thumb, no one said that they were 'great' unironically. Hank cocked his head at Elfie. She was fading on the sense making front, and piecing it back together took him a moment. He shrugged. "Dental might be fun to try, if you've got a glitzy fillin' or somethin'," She wasn't listening. She slammed her knee against the table, and Hank winced for her. That'll be a bruise,

"Uh, sure," His mouth took a moment to catch up to his mind about Elfie's obvious discomfort, but he managed to sound half encouraging as he rose to join her. As much as he desired not to be at this particular campfire, duty called. Wait, is this even one of my official jobs? Nobody really specified... Lack of training or nah, he was going. Somewhere inbetween offering up his dinner and meeting his friend, he'd determined it. "After you, juice gal," He flourished a hand to offer her the lead.

ツ | Zeke Hopewell
17 | He/him | Hermes | Campfire | Open

'If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, then give me your number, cause I think you're insane'

Zeke was vibing. I mean sure, people had died. But he wouldn't dare call himself a demigod if he hadn't accepted that long ago. In fact, he might not even be here if he hadn't. Ashes to ashes, just to dust. I'll see ya in the Underworld, or Vahalla, or Heaven, or whatever you feel like calling it. He fiddled with his karambit, flicking the spring loaded blade in and out, in and out. Even so, he paid close attention to the motion in the corners of his vision, drooping his shoulders into a languid sadness, and letting something like a frown settle across his face. It paid to show more than you felt.

The urge to bolt flowed through his blood, manifesting in a leg twitching to some untold rhythm. Whatever horse man wants to say, he better make it quick. His teeth grazed the inside of a cheek, sampling the feeling. Soon, it would leave a mark.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Well clearly they’re not powerless to stop it if he’s here, are they?” She wasn’t going to settle for acceptance of his defense, god of raves or not. “Not causing any problems now. Unless you include annoying the hell out of me. And being generally unpleasant.” Maybe he was still causing problems, just in an enclosed space. Maybe that had been the goal. Or maybe she was thinking too deeply into it. “Fish don’t hurt anyone by swimming,” she pointed out. Auggie huffed at the final conclusion, a vaguely amused expression on her face. “The poor guy, being discriminated against like that.” She rolled her eyes.

Auggie snorted at the morbid interpretation of rainbows, and subsequently the dire motives of the Iris cabin as a whole. “Oh god, you’re right. The goddess of rainbows must be responsible for all the doom and devastation in the world. That sounds right.” The continued insistence of his artistic prowess made her break into a smile, attempting to suppress it and nod solemnly. “Right. That’s two artists you’ve offended now. If I could still talk to ghosts I’d summon them in here to beat some sense into you.” Her expression faltered slightly, unwanted memories flickering through her mind at the reminder of her loss of ability. The conversation moved on quickly, attention shifting to the moon on her wrist. “Did you? Well if I don’t feel like threatening Jamie again I’ll know who to go to.” She was joking, mostly. And the circumstances leading to the tattoo had involved a lot less threatening than she would have anyone else believe. “Exactly. We’d just—” She paused, frowning. “Did you just say foraging?” She shook her head. “I mean, yeah. Exactly. World peace and all that crap.”

Her eyebrows raised in an overexaggerated expression of shock at the rat slander. “Damn. I thought you were different.” She shook her head in mock sadness. “They did what they had to. Maybe we are beneath them, you know?” She considered the threat. “Are you sure? If they hid their true motives from you for this long maybe they’re also hiding some secret ability to take out the human race. Maybe they could obliterate you” She was starting to sound a lot like him. She was starting to sound delirious. She didn’t exactly care. She smiled at the moon comment, eyebrow raised. “Guess that just proves he never really went there,” she offered. “Yeah, but could you drag a piece of pizza the size of your body?” she asked with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll find myself a rat prince—” The memory of how that story went came a little too late. “Wait, no. I’m not kissing a rat. I take that one back. I’ll keep you, I don’t want a rat prince.”

“Fingers crossed,” she muttered sarcastically, smiling at his hopeful tone despite the morbid words. “Somebody at that daycare must’ve really loved Dr. Suess.” The corner of her mouth twitched at the concession to her request for voices, opening her eyes to glance up at him briefly, smile growing at the look of concentration on his face. The request had certainly been worth it, the awful impression not disappointing in the slightest. She burst out laughing. “That was...wow. That was just…so good.” She didn’t imagine the laughter made her comment sound all that sincere.

[sammy,]

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

"well, we're lesser beings, aren't we? imagine you had to spend all your time with a bunch of screaming, babbling apes. and don't -" he pointed at her. "don't say that's exactly what you're doing right now." orin smiled despite the dire tone that he donned. "fish hurt krill by swimming. they hurt the little morsels that they prey on. there're no creatures on this entire planet that are free of guilt. they've all got some dark side, just waiting to be revealed." his eyebrows raised, spouting the pretentious drivel without care. "he's the real victim in all of this. still. if he wants to play it, might as well give him a reason.[color]"

the vilification of iris was not how he anticipated the conversation to go. it never ended up where it would be anticipated. it tended to be the case with him, actually, and he was beginning to wonder what the common denominator was. "[color=darkmagenta]well, she wants you to think that she's all mercy and kindness and loveliness, but that's gotta be a facade. she can't be that nice. they've all got skeletons in their closets, those gods. even the ones that don't kick about on olympus." he didn't think he'd offended the artists in the slightest. "they'd be honoured to be compared to me. i'm a visionary. it's a good thing that they're not here now, 'cause you'd hate 'em. they'd be gushing over me." he could see it there, the crowd of ghostly artists, screeching his name. "i'm told that i'm very -" he searched for a word. "- well, actually, i think the efforts of the mist would censor the words that she used to describe me. end up just spilling gibberish. imagine. me, spilling gibberish." foraging for nuts and berries felt like the life for him. "no more designer clothes. just leaves. hope you know your docks from your nettles. i'm all ready in that regard. bring on the dissolution of society."

she had been assimilated into the rat-positive agenda. "they've got you," he said, disappointed. a shake of the head. "it's heartbreaking to watch it happen in front of your own eyes." he let out a sigh, not even humouring the idea that some rodent could be above him in the pursuit of intellectuality. "when rats can separate the atom, i'll believe you. but until then, i'm having none of this. it's silly now. you're being silly." as if that hadn't been the entire conversation thus far. he did note, however, that he found quite the boost in being considered better than a rat. a rat prince, at that. "well, if i'm better than rodent royalty, then i'll consider that a win. rats nil, gorman one."

"or really hated children," orin understood it now, the struggle of trying to entertain a group of wild children at eight o'clock in the morning, but at the time, it had felt like torture. he had gained a bit of perspective since then. hopefully, at least. there were much worse things than the seven-hundredth rewatch of the cat in the hat. worse things that included his own impression. "really?" he asked, falsely excited. "you really think so? do you think i should go into the impersonation circuit? i didn't think i was any good. maybe i'm just incredible." another laugh shattered the falseness, of course.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨 ！！ x─────ix ✩
x──────i ii dionysus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: hank.
ivi dining pavilion - outside.

a part of her understood him wanting to be able to see the threat that he was coming up against in its full and true form. the most reasonable bit. but the more paranoid part, the louder aspect, didn't understand how he couldn't see the effect it would have on him. "it's just... it's not really... i don't know if it's possible. i barely use it. you could get hurt." he'd seen what had happened with just the ripples of mania - it would be worse full on, especially when consideration was taken of the fact that she was out of practice and far less in control of it than she had been when she was less afraid of it. "i don't think you'd like it very much."

glad for the conversation's change to dentistry, of all things, and away from the very real trouble that was much easier left ignored, her gratefulness clearly impeded on a very basic act of depth perception. it didn't hurt so much as it shocked her, pretending as though nothing had happened apparently making the sharp shoot through her covered knee a little more concentrated than it would have been in a less intensive situation. a bruise indeed. no shorts for a while, then. with the weather, that was of no object anyway.

"juice..." elfie repeated half the nickname, then deemed it unimportant, taking the steps away from the table and toward the doorway. "you're an enigma, hank." she didn't even like juice. that didn't matter. the outside world was cold and beckoning, the dark of the night only shattered by the soft purple glow of the fire a stone's throw away.

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

a mistake had clearly been made somewhere along the way, because despite all reasonable plan, mira, who was not supposed to be there, could see him - and that wasn't supposed to happen. worse, she was fretting, talking about infections and cleaning and really, he would have just liked to have run a bit of water over his face and been done with it for the night. it felt like a morning problem. "i really don't need the -" cut off by a rather well-timed 'no arguments', and a plan that he hadn't had, but was now considering. he could probably plug his ears. would charmspeak work if he couldn't hear her? "m'not stubborn. it's really not that bad, it's just - you know, it's just -"

a hand was on his arm. a request from ash, who, curiously, couldn't see him. there were logistics at play there that he wasn't quite privy to. regardless, he was hesitant. mira on her way to play nurse, and him looking a hair away from death - which wasn't inaccurate, but no longer a pressing matter - it was one thing to be exposed as unwell and another thing to reveal himself as such. but the hand on his arm was warm. funny, how that seemed to influence the decision to flicker back into view for the son of hypnos. "it's fine. it's really, it's fine. it's just - you know, it's - there was this weird bird, and a few ghosts, and that was it. i never meant - i didn't do it on purpose, i didn't - you know, i said 'if i don't come back, i'm dead', but i didn't go out looking for -" there it was again, the tight-throated rambling. this wasn't him.

"just need to wash it off. it looks worse than it is. i think. it's just -" no, it did actually quite hurt, especially now that his focus wasn't on the cold, or the reapers, or clive, who he hoped was enjoying his episode of law and order. he made to move toward the bathroom, seeking a proper look, running water that would get rid of the sticky, congealing red that made the skin of his face feel tight and uncomfortable. "it was just a chat, was all. i was having a chat with this ghost, and he was - he was talking about stuff, nothing at all, really, and then there was a bird, and it took me by surprise, but it's gone. i got rid of it. but i don't really know how i - there were - i don't know, clive said -" he was tired. should have just shut up there. "went all skeletal. and then audra appears, and i never meant to take so long, it was just one thing after another, and i forgot the hoodie, so i was freezing cold, and -" as he ran water over his palms, rushed them over his face - which sent a searing shoot straight to his eyes as fingers brushed haphazardly over jagged edges - he came to a sudden realisation. teilo turned, eyes wide. "what did mira mean about wrapping your hand?"

[*Lovel*]

『♕ 』 Elios Castellanos『♕ 』

Son of Dionysus ☺ Cabin 12 ☺ 17 ☺ Bisexual

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Tags: Chad
Location: Dining pavilion

Elios fiddled with his crown as the boy talked. "Wait go back, the Hephaestus cabin. Chad you're a genius, truly." He slapped his hands on the boys shoulders. Obviously having paid no attention to all his other words. "I hope you aren't too hungry cause we are going to pay the metal workers a visit." He smirked before letting Chad go and making way to the Hephaestus cabin. He turned to look at Chad "Well? You coming sport?" He asked.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Mira, Teilo
Location: Room 207

What he said seemed to have an effect for her, a good one like he had hoped. She had thanked him for some reason. He didn't feel he needed to be thanked for just accepting her, it should've been done long before him in his opinion. "No need to thank me, it should have been said a long time ago and I'm sorry it wasn't." Her mind seemed to be reeling as she wasn't fully listening at this point which was perfectly fine by him. At least she was thinking about his words, they had an impact.

Why had Mira been able to see Teilo when he couldn't? Questions for another time it was too late and Mira was obviously concerned about the son of Thanatos so whatever Teilo was hiding from him mustn't be good. Ash searched the area where the boy should've been seen as he talked. A moment, a hesitant moment it seemed, before he came into view. Teilo did look quite awful but Ash couldn't help but smile. He was alive and that's what matter first and foremost. Then his smile slowly faded as he scanned the boy only half listening to his explanation. "I know" and he did know Teilo didn't go looking, monsters show up at the most inconvenient and sometimes most vulnerable times.

Ash followed close behind as Teilo went to the bathroom sink. He reached for a hand towel and got it damp. "Can I?" He asked even though he didn't give him enough time to answer. Ash gently helped Teilo clean up his face with the rag making sure he didn't hurt him along the way. The dried red liquid soon turned the towel to a light pink. Ash rinsed the towel out and squeezed it out, till the water ran clear. Teilo was continuing his explanation though he didn't have to. Ash listened tentatively this time though as Teilo went on to explain the events. "If you didn't kill that dreaded bird I'd have to hunt it down." The words slipped, filled with malice, he meant to only keep them to himself. Clive? Clive said what? more on that later. They were both exhausted, they couldn't afford to get into a possible long conversation full of questions and answers. Ash's head hurt just thinking about it been up entirely too long, you'll crash soon enough whether you like it or not.

"Audra?" He felt like he knew the name somehow. Probably heard it in whispers throughout the camp. "Never mind that, it's ok." As Teilo mentioned the freezing cold he only now registered how cold Teilo had been when Ash had touched him. Ash put the damp rag down and quickly pulled off his own long sleeve and handed it to Teilo "Here" he thought for a moment "and no objections" he didn't realize he was now without a shirt, but that didn't matter anyway. Teilo then turned to him eyes wide and Ash was worried he had bad news or his wounds were hurting him far more than he let on. As the question about his hand came up Ash showed Teilo his hand."Had a run in with the shower wall, unfortunate to say my hand did not win any battles today." he offered a smile. "Don't worry about me, you're worse off than I am. Let's focus on you first." He persistently pushed the long sleeve to Teilo.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Isabelle
Location: Campfire ---> Cabin 13

Rochelle giggled as Isabelle called Chiron a sourpuss "He's too serious for his own good." Rochelle had some respect for the centaur, more than she had for Mr. D, but she really did feel he needed a good vacation to let loose and relax for once. It'd help everyone but in their world vacations were hard to come by. A slew of monsters could attack at any moment, she knew this all too well.

Her and her uncles, who are actually her brothers in a sense, took a vacation to a beach once. It was clearly uncle Will's idea, but none of them would've imagined running into Scylla though they should've known it'd happen considering two children of Hades were in such close proximity. Having her a Nico in one area was just too dangerous for them all and they couldn't keep up with what was being sent their way as often as it was. That was the last time they went on vacation. After that more monsters started showing up and Rochelle was safer at camp full time.

"Wasn't Tent I know that for sure." She thought on it trying to remember the odd name but was coming up short. She rolled her eyes, it's not like she expected anything less as her friend dismissed her in regards of packing. "Don't be an idiot, if I let you borrow that I'll never get it back." even with the use of the word idiot she held a smile on her face. "I'll pack you some of my clothes but Thrasher is staying." The puppy eyes, though adorable, didn't work on her. She knew better.

Rochelle shook her head as Isabelle spewed about being allergic to cheese. At the use of her nickname she chuckled accepting the hug until she realized the girl was still all greasy and pushed her away gently "get off grease monkey. We gotta get going." She squeezed her hand and rushed them to her cabin.

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle's return to 207 went unimpeded - neither of the boys had locked her out, thank the gods. If she were being honest, she didn't think she had it in her to use her charmspeak again, and besides - she hadn't really meant it, had she? It was more of a threat than anything to prevent them from doing something stupid. She knew how stubborn she herself could be about playing down an injury or ailment - the moment anything was wrong, she was quick to deny it. She had to maintain her 'flawless image' after all. Teilo seemed like he could veer in that direction, though for different reasons entirely.

She slipped inside, noting the voices coming from the bathroom. "I've brought the first aid kit," she announced, though she couldn't keep the fatigue from weighing down her voice. "You boys had better be decent in there, I'm coming in." Despite the firm, commanding tone she'd pulled out in what she perceived as a moment of crisis, her presence was still a gentle one. She cautiously opened the bathroom door. Ash had followed her instructions, she noted - Teilo's face looked marginally better now that the mess was gone. He still seemed as if he were about to fall asleep on his feet, but that could be rectified as soon as his wounds had been properly cared for. "Teilo, if you know how to treat your own injuries, I'm not going to put you through the humiliation of having me do it. If you have any questions, ask away. Otherwise, have at it."

She carefully set the small red bag on the countertop, unzipping it so the contents could be clearly seen. The well-organised pouch had been stocked with all the basic first-aid supplies, with the addition of a small suture kit, a reusable thermometer, and a few cubes of emergency ambrosia. Several gauze pads were missing, likely used by Aiden when he'd been seeing to Orin and Auggie after their fight with Leo earlier that day. "Just let me know if you need any assistance. Ash -" She turned to the son of Hypnos, her words faltering when she caught sight of his shirtless form. "- for Olympus's sake, go put a shirt on. I'll - I'll treat your hand as soon as you're properly dressed."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

Auggie grinned at the accusation, rolling her eyes. “I wasn’t even going to say that. I didn’t even think that.” She frowned. “I should’ve thought that, actually. Now I’m disappointed.” She stared at him for a moment after the grim philosophy was shared, eyebrows raised. “God, I bet you’re fun at parties,” she responded finally, the concerned expression breaking into a smile a moment later. “I can’t even tell what side you’re on anymore.” The smile wavered slightly, then dropped. “No he’s not,” she said quietly, expression serious all of a sudden, words underlined with a venom that seemed out of place in the previous context. “He’s not the victim. I’m never going to believe that that—” The words choked off, thinly veiled anger in her voice. “He’s not.” Whatever Mr. D was being punished for, he deserved it. She would stand by that.

Despite the absurdity of what he was spewing, she couldn’t entirely disagree. None of the gods were trustworthy, not even the ones that were supposedly ‘good’. She let out a little huff of breath, mouth twisting in a smirk. “She’s the goddess of rainbows, of course she’s got things in her closet. But I don’t think it’s skeletons.” Nearly as bad as her previous joke, but it didn’t involve wordplay so she was evidently a little prouder of it. She snorted at the artist related bragging, shaking her head. “Oh, yeah. I bet.” Stranger things had happened at camp. Maybe it was a good thing she couldn’t summon spirits anymore. “You? No,” she breathed with mock-astonishment. “I can’t even picture it.” She dissolved into giggles at his continued insistence that foraging would be the peak of society. “Yeah? Are you sure you’re not a satyr? You’re starting to sound like one.”

Auggie shrugged, making a face as if she had already accepted her rat-controlled fate. It probably wasn’t the worst scenario for the world—or New York, at least. She probably should have been mildly concerned that she was genuinely considering her standpoint on the rat government, but if the world was falling apart under human control, who was to say it wouldn’t be better? “Now?” She raised her eyebrows. “Now I’m being silly? Just to clarify you’re saying nothing before this was silly. That’s it. That’s where you draw the line.” She grinned. “I don’t know if I’d say nil considering they’re taking over the world and committing tax evasion but...yeah, sure.”

She shrugged in concession to the counterargument. “I think most people who work with children do.” At least, in her experience they’d seemed to. “Oh, yeah. For sure,” she laughed. “You could win awards with an impression like that.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

“It’s not so bad if you zone out,” Corey responded to the complaint with a shrug. “Some of it’s interesting if you look into it. The gods have done some messed up stuff, but that’s probably not the kind of things they’d teach new campers.” They nodded emphatically as Liv shared her opinion of zodiacs, having nothing to add but their agreement. They weren’t usually the type to bash people for enjoying those things, but they certainly weren’t buying into it themself.

“Damn right.” Corey beamed, their moment of somberness almost immediately forgotten. “It’s a rare gift that not many possess,” they said sagely, a smug expression on their face. “If it was so easy everyone would be sleeping everywhere all the time. Luckily, I know how to control that desire. I only sleep when necessary. And when I want to. And when people annoy me or I want to annoy them or when I want to show off my skill.” They paused, considering the list of scenarios. “So only when necessary,” they concluded with a nod. They looked up as Chiron arrived and a hush fell over the gathered campers, feeling a knot of dread form in their stomach at the realization of what came next.