Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 11:37 am

Superocelot02 wrote:Niji Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: forest• Tags: Alex, Karter, team 1

"You want to ride with us Karter? I know you said something about being on the ground and I'm not sure which you'd perfer." Niji admitted. It didn't matter to him either way the mare could gallop with a two person sled attached pretty easily, so another person that couldn't weigh over 90 pounds would be nothing to her. It was just a matter if Karter wanted to get on her and honestly if he could he was really short and Niji honestly wasn't sure if the short boy could reach Quicksilver's saddle.

Quicksilver looked around a bit impatiently, so Niji stroked her neck and gave her a kiss on her poll.
Niji chuckled a little as he felt Alex hug him tighter.
"It's alright Alex she's just shifting her weight. Nothing to it you aren't going anywhere."
Niji remembered his first time on a horse knowing the feeling of momentary fright at a horse suddenly shifting their weight and the wonder if you would fall. Of course horses of any breed were to big and muscular to fall just from a shifting of their weight, but there was always that fear.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 1:25 pm

Mirabelle vaguely felt something soft being draped over her shoulders. Rather than shrug it off as she would've had she been fully cognisant, she actually pulled the warm fabric around her shivering form. The stiff frost coating her body had started to melt, rendering her cold, tired, and uncomfortably wet. The only thing she wanted to do was change into some warm clothes and crawl into bed. She would have simply walked herself back to the Aphrodite cabin, but... well, she didn't exactly trust her feet to move properly in her condition. The sudden feeling that she was forgetting something nagged at her. Something important. But she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. Come to think of it, there wasn't much she did recall after the official start of Capture the Flag. She'd taken off into the woods and then... just cold. That being said, she definitely lacked full cognisance at the moment. She was just barely aware of her surroundings - the white tarp of the medical tent, the blurring figures of demigods and satyrs alike rushing about. She remembered Chuck's face, and drinking some water... which she'd apparently dropped in the meantime. The paper cup rested listlessly on the ground, near her feet. Oops. She supposed that was bound to happen when she could barely feel her fingers.

"Long story short, evil snowman," Juliet huffed, adding onto Aggy's brief explanation. "And a whole lotta angry Ares campers, but I think they're attacking that thing and not us? Hopefully." She didn't fail to notice the change in Aggy's demeanor as the smaller girl addressed Laurel. Juliet couldn't help but smirk at that, thinking that perhaps she was starting to get somewhere with the yet unclaimed demigod. The tall Greek columns of the dining pavilion grew closer in Juliet's field of vision as they ran. The dog raced on ahead, leading them towards the safety of the brazier's glow. Juliet hadn't even noticed Laurel had a dog, but oh well, she didn't know everything, as much as she liked to pretend she did. She slowed her gait as they crested the hill, coming to a stop underneath the usually open-air tables. Someone had put a tarp or something over the entire pavilion, most likely to shield it from the weather. The actual kitchens, however, were probably much warmer still than the exterior, so Juliet led the other two girls (and the dog) inside. She hastened a look back over her shoulder before she entered, however, and was met with an interesting sight. The snowman she had sculpted had somehow grown... bigger? Maybe it had picked up some weight from tromping through the snow or something. It stood at the edge of the forest; closer than she would've liked. A whole gaggle of Ares campers were crowded around it, yelling quite fiercely. A few were dangling from the snowman's head with swords stabbed into the snow, shouting all the while. Though she was certainly still afraid, she released a breathy laugh before heading inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Uh, like, yeah. Kinda figured that one," Chuck laughed. "You know, with all the snow and stuff." His face suddenly morphed into one of confusion at the mention of 'her demigod'. "Uh, like, dude, you know Khione has a bunch of kids, right? Like, we have a bunch here, even." Any further thoughts were interrupted by Cresolis' return, thankfully with some coats and blankets. Chuck scrambled into action and grabbed a few blankets from her, flashing her a grateful smile as he did. He carefully draped one around Mirabelle, who still seemed incredibly out-of-it - not to mention freezing cold. She barely even moved when he placed the blanket over her shoulders. Setting his concern for her well-being aside for now, he moved on to the other patients. Though Hank had said earlier that Ayden had passed out due to overexertion of his abilities, Chuck tucked a blanket around him too, just in case.
As he cared for the other cold and injured campers, Chuck couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting back to Mira. He knew she wouldn't want him to worry over her, but still... she wasn't looking too good. The nectar he'd given her earlier had at least restored her to consciousness, and he didn't think he had to worry about her keeling over at this point. But she was still so pale, and seemed pretty out-of-it. Nothing like her usual peppy self. He noticed Hank regarding her with a similar expression, and his heart softened. Chuck was distracted, however, by the sound of footsteps emanating from somewhere outside the medical tent. Even in such a blizzard, his keen hearing could pick up on labored breathing and a few muffled voices. Aiden's voice, he realised. He and Teilo must've found someone out in the snow. The satyr quickly scurried over to the tent flap and poked his head out. They were further than he'd initially thought, but he could make out the form of a humanoid being in Aiden's arms through the snow. Taking that under account, the satyr rushed back into the tent to prepare a cot for the unfortunate soul.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Final Witness Mortuary|Tags: Nicholas' Receptionist|

What!? A reaper? Vivienne's mind spun. Who exactly was this mysterious 'Nicholas Storm' and his 'reapers'? She of course was familiar with the idea of the grim reaper, despite not having much of a childhood. Was that what this was about? She had the feeling that Nicholas was associated with death in some form, given his large black wings and foreboding aura. Come to think of it, she was getting bizarre feelings from the supposed mortals present in the room with her. Maybe they aren't as mortal as I had previously surmised... Vivienne pushed those thoughts aside for the time being, however. She had come here for a purpose, and she was not going to disappoint her mother. Never again. She had made that mistake once past, and had since learned her lesson.
Despite her tumultuous confusion, the young woman presented a stiff, unfeeling exterior. "No, I am not a reaper," she stated bluntly, as if she knew what the term meant. "I am here to deliver a message to Nicholas Storm." Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact, betraying none of the apprehension that had budded in her chest. The only indication of her discomfort was the change in temperature in the area around her body. Sure, the air in a three-foot radius of her was always cold, but even that had dropped significantly in her unease. Ozymandias bristled slightly, no doubt sensing his companion's true feelings.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:14 pm

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med tent - forest
thanatos
mentioned: aiden, skylar
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it seemed that skylar was, at least in some sense, conscious enough to respond, which communicated some sense of hope in the situation that had become so dire. still, he continued speaking. "there you go," teilo smiled as she was lifted. "see? you're good. you're good. going to get you warm, and then it'll all be tip-top. no worries." the word 'tip-top' didn't seem fitting in the situation, considering they were his affectionate name for the ice-pops from his childhood, but it was all that would threaten to come out.

he and aiden did come to the same conclusion eventually - that this was taking just a smidge too long, and aiden seemed to take initiative. teilo would have been happy to lift her himself, but the role of navigator wasn't so difficult on the way back. he no longer needed the apparition's guiding movements, instead following the trail they had made in the snow to return to safety. the talk seemed to return to the ghost, and in any other scenario, he would have chuckled at the way that the son of athena's head span around, searching for what he could not see. he didn't, though. it wouldn't have been right.

"i imagine it was her, yes," he nodded, slowing down to fall into the rhythm of their steps so his voice could be heard over the howling wind. "she looked like she came from the camp. the shock came from realising that she wasn't actually... well, you know." his aversion to facing the concept of death in the face seemed hypocritical, but came from a realm of sympathy. he wasn't sure of the relationship that aiden had had with the now-named spirit, and bluntly stating the fact of her undead roaming seemed insensitive at best. "i don't know," he said honestly. "i haven't figured out all of the logistics. sometimes people die and there's no ghost let behind. it's all rather strange," the reflection brought him back to the first time he confronted that they were, as a matter of fact, ghosts, and not just wild images concocted by a broken brain. "some of them don't know they're dead, so they need the time to figure it out. they normally do when they stop being interacted with, or when they hear people talk about their deaths while they're there. and sometimes they don't accept it. stick around because they're clinging onto that chance. then, other times..." he pursed his lips. "other times they stick around because they have unfinished business. things they want to watch, or look after. emotions they haven't dealt with. they tend to leave when things calm down. i don't know which one she fits into, but i'd probably say the latter."

they were getting closer to the med tent. "are we going in here?" he asked, hyperaware of the gaggle of people fluttering in and out. "bit claustrophobic, isn't it?"

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dining hall
zeus(t1) - counselor
mentioned: auggie, juliet,
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"it's great. you don't need to say it's great. it's great," orin said in regards to his hot chocolate. "i was a barista when i was sixteen. tiny little shop. i got fired, after a couple months, but that's - that's a completely different story. there was fury when i was chucked out. no-one knew how they'd cope without my intricate and fine detail on the organisation of their marshmallows. still, i had bigger and better things to be getting on with." he took a slow, savouring sip. "they'll never expect it. they can send their icicles and their snowmen and their little venti, but the moment that they see this - this masterpiece, this excellence in warm form, they'll be retreating. i see it happening. they used to think i was a child of apollo 'cos of how prophetic i could be."

the attention shifted to what was actually going on, and orin automatically glanced toward the door. he wasn't the type to express his worry about anything. it didn't do anything - it infected the minds of the campers with more nervous dispositions, made them afraid, and if this camp was for anything, it was for ensuring safety and security in the lives of young people who were otherwise lost. being asked the question made the confrontation of the unknown palpable and real. he wasn't sure whether he liked it, so he looked down at the mug, took another long drink, and breathed a deep breath. "i think that whatever it is is angry. not angry the way that titans get angry, or the way that gods get angry. it's a targetted attack. someone knows we're here, someone who's got a bit of a vendetta, and they don't like that. this isn't calculated, not properly." he thought for a moment. "it reeks of desperation. it's too big not to. calculated attacks are slow. they're plotted and so, so strategic. this feels like an act of vengeance rather than an act of a god." he shrugged. "maybe it's both. i don't know. i'm just the comic relief, right?" a sharp laugh, interrupted by the swing of the door opening and shutting.

juliet had entered, followed by two more. his sister, for one, and aggy. "hello!" he called, flipping immediately back into the excitable, flippant puppy. "chilly out, isn't it? are you alright? we've got hot chocolate. it's flying off the shelves. you'd best get onto it before it's all gone." he pointed at one of the lines. "that one's got nectar in it. the other one's just your standard, but don't think for a second that it doesn't have all the same healing and calming properties. it's good for the soul, you know." he stood, playing the role of the good host. "how are we? good? i hope we're good."

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:49 pm

Laurel tags dining hall

Lu grins and says “hello brother” she walks ove rand grabs a cup and says “guys meet Diana” she pets the Burmese’s head

KestrelTheFirecat wrote:Valkeri tags medical tent

Val smiles and says “hank, you don’t recognize your own father?” She laughs

Apollo tags medical tent

Apollo turns and spots his son, what’s his name again oh Henry. Apollo waves and says “hello son” he grins and pets the sun fox

Cresolis tags maribelle and chuck

Cresolis says “what else can I do chuck?” She looks at the god realizing that it was the sun god Apollo. She waves and grins.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 3:53 pm

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Dining hall|tags:Orin, Juliet, Aggy, Laurel
Auggie raised an eyebrow at Orin’s mention of being fired from a coffee shop. “You know, I don’t really wanna ask because I’m afraid you’ll tell me and I’m not sure I can sit through another of your stories, but I really am curious as to what reason they could’ve possibly had to fire you.” She said, her tone dripping with sarcasm at the end, though she spoke a little less coldly than she had earlier—the way that one would when teasing a friend rather than trying to pick a fight. “I’m sure they did,” She muttered, rolling her eyes at his claim of being prophetic.

She noticed the sudden change in his demeanour at her question, felt the weight of the pause before he spoke again. His words only seemed to confirm her worst fears, everything he said about vendetta’s and anger sounded like exactly what she had been thinking. A sense of uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach. She glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow at the sharp laugh and the ‘comic relief’ comment. She couldn’t tell if he was joking this time or if he actually thought of himself that way. She wanted to contradict him but wasn’t exactly sure what to say, she’d never been the most friendly or comforting person. Fortunately, she was never given the chance as their conversation was cut off by another group of campers entering the dining pavilion.

She watched Orin immediately switch back to his usual, overexcited personality, frowning slightly at the immediate change to his disposition. She silently wondered if it was all an act or if somebody could really switch their demeanour that easily. She figured she was being a bit of a hypocrite, considering how often she tried to put on a front of being cold and unbothered by anything. Distracted by her thoughts and the quickly growing number of people in the room, the knife she had been tossing slipped and nicked the end of her finger. It wasn’t very big, it just stung a little like a paper cut, but she glared at the knife as she shoved it back in it’s sheathe—as if it were the blade’s fault and not her own. She eyed the group that had just come in with a cold, calculating gaze. Seeing that none of them were seriously hurt, she lost interest and turned her attention away, leaving Orin to tend to them like a mother hen.

My gallery · by **takara** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 5:41 pm

Ophelia laughed when he chose young Leo as the father. She had to admit, the dude had been hot once.
She snuggled into the jacket, sighing contentedly as the heat hit her, far too cold to put up a false protest. "Thanks," She muttered, quite grateful for both the coat and the companionship. What will this cost? She wondered, the intrusive thought hitting her like a ton of bricks. She stiffened. Shh, it'll be okay, deep breaths, she told herself, reaching up to pet her butterfly, twisting the cold chain around her fingers in thought.
"Better get a move on then!" She said, smiling too brightly as she pulled ahead. You'll be okay....you'll be okay....you'll be okay She recited in her head, squinting against the cold breeze and nearly ripping the pendant off the chain as she tugged at it.

Alex Burns|17|He/him| Aphrodite/Cabin 10| Location: Forest| Tags: Niji, Karter| mentions: open

"Do we put him in front so he doesn't fall off?" Alex asked, not paying attention to how this might hurt Karter's feelings. Now that he had a mount, Alex was much more excited for capture the flag, even in the snow. Riding with two others wouldn't be the best look, but it was better than looking like a lame duck trying to fumble through a snowdrift. He hugged tighter to Niji as Quicksilver shifted underneath them both. It was probably not his brightest idea to get on the giant beast, but it would be worth it for the look's on his sister's faces!

The sound of his name pulled him from his dark thoughts. He flushed at Val's accusation. "I-uh- hadn't had the pleasure of meeting him yet," He said, nodding to Apollo. "Besides, it's hard to tell when you barely look a day over thirty!" He added, his signature grin returning to his face. A movement at the tent flap caught his attention

In bounded Izzy, still armoured up. She snatched the arrow off the floor, and held it in her mouth, looking up at him with soulful eyes that asked "What's all this for." He returned the arrow and set about stripping off her armour. He turned to Chuck. "Iz can help with the warming process or something, I'm going to put this away so y'all have room to work in here!" He held up her armour as he spoke, not picking up on the absurdity of his statement. "Do you need anything while I'm out?" He asked the satyr.

Aggy managed to get in before Juliet slammed the door, immediately gravitating toward the army of warm cocoa. "Neat!" She said to the people gathered there, Auggie and some dude she didn't recognize. She took a mug and sat down, not particularly caring which cabin's bench she'd ended up at. She guzzled it down, then looked toward the boy, who appeared to be running the operation.
"Got any remedies for snowman-sters in your stash?" She asked, eyeing him.

Aggy liked sparring, but whatever was out there, it had a different feel to it. A certain, finality about it, not like all her previous fights. That thing could kill her, and it wouldn't hold back or hesitate.

**2 am mistakes**

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Tue Dec 29, 2020 8:31 pm

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His own limbs were quaking, each step draining more and more energy, but he pressed onward. Teilo was thankfully easy to follow, though he seemed to have a much easier time traversing the blizzard than Aiden. Skylar was still conscious, but only just. "I guess that would explain why you were so opposed to leaving camp for the quest." Were there ghosts just... everywhere? To think Audra was still here after the accident, he found the thought depressing. How many more games of Capture the Flag had she witnessed? How many campers had she seen, so close, yet so far at the same time? If Aiden recalled correctly, Skylar had also participated in the camp event when the unfortunate accident took place. They were both so young when it happened, and after he'd spent so long haunted by the memory, it was the very same reason he'd found Skylar in the first place. He could almost chuckle at the irony.

"Unfinished business," Aiden repeated, frowning. It sounded incredibly cliche, like something you'd hear in a horror movie. "Are you sure?" He felt stupid, asking a child of Thanatos if he was sure that was how ghosts worked. "I just--what unfinished business would she have? I didn't really know her that well, granted..." Aiden began formulating a second thought, but before he could produce the words, he froze. Somehow, he couldn't get his legs to move, the realization hitting him like a nuclear-powered freight train. "Vivienne." He declared, as though Teilo would recognize the name's significance. He didn't, which made Aiden's actions even stranger. Once he realized, Aiden picked up the pace and caught up to Teilo. He murmured an apology to Skylar. It all makes sense now. The blizzard, the prophecy, everything.

Upon cresting the hill, the child of Athena made a face. "Yeah, it's like sardines down there." He spotted a figure waving to them through the blizzard, recognizing them as Chuck (if only by his legs). "But I'd hate to turn down Chuck's offer. Dude already probably feels awful about the reed pipes earlier."

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The darkness in the room made it difficult to discern anything, beyond the obvious traits of the woman and the others in the sitting area. The receptionist didn't seem to register the dropping temperature, instead composing herself. "Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but Dr. Storm has already left for the evening. And if you aren't a reaper, then I don't have any..." She trailed off, exclaiming briefly. "Speak of the devil! You're here." Her eyes seemed fixed on Vivenne, or rather something behind her. An unearthly sensation filled the room, the veil of the Mist growing heavy in the air. She approached the being and presented the letter she'd been holding. Even as the Mist faltered in the eyes of a demigod, the figure whose presence dominated the room was indescribable. It had the shape of a person in the most general sense, but attempting to focus on anything in particular just caused a headache. It was as if it wasn't meant to be perceived. A hand accepted the letter and fingers broke its seal. The reaper made no sound, wordlessly accepting the handwritten order. It beckoned to the guests in the seating area, and as if under a trance, they followed, only to fade at the being's touch. A moment after, it was gone. The woman released a tense exhale. "Those guys are so scary, I don't think I'll ever get used to that." She shook her head. "Excuse me, but as I said before, we're closed." Once it became clear Vivienne wouldn't take no for an answer, the receptionist caved. "If the message is important, Nick's at his second job at Harper's. Just head into town east of here, it's on the left by the corner store. Can't miss it."

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Wed Dec 30, 2020 2:20 am

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forest - med tent
thanatos
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the reminder of the quest made him nod. "got it in one," he said, near-stumbling over a root, but repositioning himself. "careful of that." he waved at the disguised threat. "out there, it's teeming. thousands upon thousands. and some of them are sad and some of them are angry and some of them don't understand why no-one can see them. some of them are kids. and they are all so unbelievably loud," a shaky breath in, cold biting at his ears. "so you can understand that when i came to camp and it was - it was quiet, for the first time in a decade, and being told i'd probably have to leave, go out there to fight some threat..." he scrunched his face up in distaste.

"some people like to watch over the ones they love. not necessarily unfinished business all the time, but... they like to make sure everything's sorted out before they move on," audra's ghost drew parallels in his life that he didn't like. perhaps a bigger part of his aversion was down to the ghosts he'd see out there, the ones he knew, the ones he had 'history' with. in camp, he had been able to push that away, pretend that it wasn't an issue, but once he passed the invisible barricade, it was all up in the air. "it's different for all of them," he shrugged, then frowned when aiden spoke a name he didn't know and stopped in his tracks. he glanced back, frowned. "i imagine you're not talking about the fashion designer." he said, though the blip seemed fixed quickly. a revelation had occurred in a very small set of seconds, and he had not been privy to it. perhaps that was for the best for now.

though the milling of what seemed like dozens of people put a bad taste in his mouth, chuck's wave was, as aiden said, an invitation that would have been rude to decline. "if anything, it was a lovely little tune. can't go wrong with a bit of pink floyd. course, that's 'till you do go wrong." he shrugged the thought off, continued the struggle through the snow.

there seemed to be even more than he had anticipated in the tent, all talking, all anxiously waiting for something to happen, something big. "can we get blankets and some of that - some of that ambrosia? bit of a bad way in here." if anything, the mingling of all their breaths and their body heats seemed to ramp up the warmth in the tent in absence of any heating system. perhaps that made it a good thing. still, there was something in him that urged his call for the exodus of those who were taking up space needed in necessity.

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dining hall
zeus(t1) - counselor
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orin felt as though he had caught a winner when auggie asked him about the nature of him being let go. he leaned back, raised his eyebrows. "well. it was a cold day. late february. the twenty-fourth, actually. three in the afternoon. but there was something in the air. something that doesn't normally take my fancy, but this year, it had it." he was, in essence, a man who liked to spin a tale. and this was one of them. "the six nations. i don't know if you're familiar. it's a big rugby tournament between - and you're not gonna believe this - six nations. england, wales, scotland, ireland, france, italy." he rose a finger for each he listed. "kickoff was at two fifteen, and ireland was playing wales. i had to watch it. i was doing it on the sly - i had a diddy tablet underneath the bar, and i was watching them as i made coffees. anyway. i must've made some woman's drink with whole milk instead of soy, 'cos i was distracted. and she comes up to me and she says -" he furrowed his brow. "'do i look like the kind of depraved reprobate that would drink this grog?'" his hands clasped together. he took a slow sip from the mug. "and i was going to apologise to her. i was going to be real nice about it, remake her drink. it was my mistake anyway. but then - then cian healy scored a try. and i watched it happen, and... regretfully, i shouted..." he cringed internally. "well. i shouted 'yes!'." the memory made him laugh a little. "you can imagine how that went down. like a lead balloon. i didn't have a leg to stand on. either i'd verbally abused a customer or i was slacking on the job. still, gave me the free time to watch the match in dublin with my mam a few weeks later, and ireland won the tournament, so there was a silver lining."

he wasn't quite sure where he stood with auggie. not even an hour ago they had been at each other's throats, dipping and weaving out of the way of the other's wrath, and now they sat across from each other with mugs of hot chocolate and laughter - mostly orin's - filling the air. it seemed a tad strange from afar, but in the end, he considered it all down to what he had said to her in the heat of the moment. this was his forgiveness, this was the conclusion and the promise that no hard feelings were being allowed to fester. as immature as he may have seemed to many of his fellow campmates, it was more or less all a guise. he was something to laugh at when there was nothing funny going on, something to focus the dislike on when everything was at odds. it was a role he had taken into his stride confidently. the splitting opinions of him only made him feel just that much more bolstered.

orin finished his mug about when the other campers came in, and their presence sent him back into the notion of reality that he had pushed away for favour of stories about rugby games and inappropriately-timed tries. "hey laurel! hello, diana." he nodded to the animal, not quite sure how to address it - so did so with respect. his attention then turned to a girl he didn't recognise - a preposterous, immense problem. "i mean, if you chucked one of the mugs over it, it'd either melt from the heat or the utter bliss of such a perfected brew." he offered a grin. "orin, by the way. i don't think we've met. i can't be cutting about camp not knowing who i'm supposed to get on the last nerve of, can i?" an outstretched hand, intended to be shaken. "you're all good, though? no awful, fatal wounds that you'll reveal dramatically in a couple minutes?"

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Wed Dec 30, 2020 3:54 am

Mirabelle vaguely felt something soft being draped over her shoulders. Rather than shrug it off as she would've had she been fully cognisant, she actually pulled the warm fabric around her shivering form. The stiff frost coating her body had started to melt, rendering her cold, tired, and uncomfortably wet. The only thing she wanted to do was change into some warm clothes and crawl into bed. She would have simply walked herself back to the Aphrodite cabin, but... well, she didn't exactly trust her feet to move properly in her condition. The sudden feeling that she was forgetting something nagged at her. Something important. But she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. Come to think of it, there wasn't much she did recall after the official start of Capture the Flag. She'd taken off into the woods and then... just cold. That being said, she definitely lacked full cognisance at the moment. She was just barely aware of her surroundings - the white tarp of the medical tent, the blurring figures of demigods and satyrs alike rushing about. She remembered Chuck's face, and drinking some water... which she'd apparently dropped in the meantime. The paper cup rested listlessly on the ground, near her feet. Oops. She supposed that was bound to happen when she could barely feel her fingers.

(I'll post for her later; she's kind of just listlessly spacing out at the moment lmao)

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aggy, Laurel, Orin, Auggie|

Juliet's brain processed Orin's words slower than she would've liked; she was still quite a bit out of breath from their frantic escape. Despite her windedness, she snickered at Orin's fun, lighthearted quips. "Yeah. Um. So. We just met Frosty the Snowman, and let me tell you - he is not a jolly, happy soul," she panted, adding onto Aggy's explanation. She took a moment to catch her breath, allowing her body to relax after a harrowing chase. "Hot chocolate sounds great though! Thanks dude." The daughter of Hermes offered him a lopsided grin, tracking snow all over the floor as she made a beeline for the delicious-smelling beverage. She casually grabbed one of the nectar-free mugs - sure, she was cold, but not injured or hypothermic. If anything, all the running she'd just done had warmed her right up. "A bunch of Ares dudes are out there trying to dust that thing right now. Problem is - whatever creature evil Olaf actually is, it's strong. If even a rampaging pack of Ares kids can't take it down, I don't know what can." She paused to sip the hot chocolate, feeling the decadent liquid warm her to the bone. "Rain-man, this stuff is amazing. Who knew you could do more than put on a fancy lightshow?" She smirked, raising the cup to her lips once more. She cast a glance over at the other girl in the mess hall, recognising her as a daughter of Hades. The dark purple hair was certainly familiar, but Juliet couldn't quite put a finger on her name. Something similar to Aggy's I think? she recalled, pursing her lips.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Laurel's introduction of the dog. Juliet didn't know much about dog breeds - all she knew about the dog was that it was big, and probably female, given the name. She also figured that the dog was a new addition to the Zeus cabin, given that Laurel had introduced her to the head counselor. "Lu, where did you even find a dog?" she snorted, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't often that domestic animals found their way inside of camp borders unintentionally. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps the animal was a gift from Zeus, but she quickly discounted it. Dogs were not one of Zeus' sacred animals - or so she thought; she'd had her fair share of Greek mythology education over the years at Camp Half-Blood. He probably would've sent an eagle or something, she mused. That would be cool. It's not that disliked dogs, per say, Juliet was just never a dog person to begin with. Her mom hadn't had a dog growing up or anything; Juliet had never exactly learned how to act around canines in general. She had to admit though - that dog was pretty cute.
"So," she stated again once most of her hot chocolate had been downed. "Anyone seen Chiron?" Or Mira, for that matter. That's who she was really looking for, though she didn't necessarily want to be as transparent as that. She knew Chiron would be hard at work accounting for everyone, however - if anyone knew where to find her, it would be him. Hopefully. Worry warred inside of her at the thought of the other girl getting trapped out there in the storm. She hadn't seen her since the very start of Capture the Flag, and she knew Mira wasn't well-suited for cold weather. She sipped once more on the remainder of her hot chocolate, hoping to mask her concern with such a casual action.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Cres, Val, Mira, Hank, Izzy, Ayden, Apollo, Teilo, Aiden, Skylar|

Chuck turned at the sound of his name being called, his brain still not fully up-to speed. "Uh, like, yeah," he bleated, pausing in his cot-prepping duties to turn towards Cresolis. "Could you, like, go check on - uh, I think Hank said his name is Ayden?" he pointed to an unconscious and now blanket-clad demigod on a nearby cot. "Like, the guy apparently passed out because of like, overexertion or something, you know? Don't know if he needs any ambrosia or nectar, or if he's had some already. Maybe ask around about that? I'm like, kinda busy, or I'd totally just do it myself." Well, that and the fact that Chuck was starting to feel totally overwhelmed by all the socialising. There were so many beings flitting about the medical tent. Man, like, I hope Chiron shows up soon or something. The centaur was probably still out looking for frozen campers, he realised - Chiron tended to play the role of battlefield medic during Capture the Flag games. And boy, did they need one of those right about now.
When Hank asked if there was anything he could get while he was out, Chuck nodded. "Could you like, see if you could find Chiron or someone, if it's like, not too much trouble? Dude can help us get these guys to like, the Big House or the Cabins or something." He turned to look at Izzy, face suddenly serious. Man, his ability to communicate with animals sure was handy right about now. "Like, Izzy, I have like, a really important job for you," he spoke in a hushed tone. "Could you, like, go see if you can help warm Mira up?" He pointed to his shivering friend, who still had that glazed-over look in her eyes. "Like, I don't really know what hypothermia looks like, but she could probably be the poster child, you know?"
When Teilo and Aiden returned with the unlucky camper, Chuck scurried off to fetch another blanket and some ambrosia as directed. Thankfully, things were becoming more organised with all of the campers helping out, and he was able to locate both items in record time. "Like, here ya go, man," he bleated, delivering the blanket and ambrosia to Teilo. It was then that he saw exactly who the unfortunate soul was - Skylar. Needless to say, he had no idea how they were going to continue with her show-and-tell idea at the campfire with her in this condition.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Final Witness Mortuary-->Harper's|Tags: Nicholas' Receptionist|

Vivienne sharply turned to see who the receptionist had indicated - Dr. Storm, perhaps? Through the darkness of the room, she couldn't make out much. Though the attempt at doing so made her temples start to throb. She wasn't certain as to why, but instinctual fear coursed through her very being. It felt primal, like something wired into her genetics, reaching back thousands of years. She did her best to keep her outward composure, though she took an unwitting step away from the indescribable creature.
Ozymandias immediately balked, most likely out of the same animal instinct she felt deep down. The usually-intimidating gryphon was reduced to cowering close to the ground like a small kitten.
When whatever it was - reaper, she assumed given the context - disappeared, she felt her stiffened posture relax ever so slightly. The primal fear dissipated, leaving her wondering what she had been so afraid of in the first place.
Ozymandias also seemed remarkably more comfortable, though all of his fur had poofed up. If Vivienne had a sense of humour, she would have found it rather funny - he looked like an oversized Halloween decoration.
The woman was speaking again, Vivienne realised. Doing her best to seem unperturbed, the demigod gave a brisk nod in response to her words. Without so much as a thank-you, she led Ozymandias out into the Pennsylvania streets.
Outside was much warmer than she would have liked, but she gritted her teeth and contented herself with simply intensifying the cold aura she projected. Rather than summon another whirlwind to take her where she needed to go, she mounted Ozymandias and took off skyward. She put her faith in the darkening sky to hide them from mortal view - although, it was rather curious to ponder what they would've seen. An abnormally large bird, perhaps? A miniature airplane? She couldn't be certain. Regardless, she eased the gryphon eastward. Her internal compass had always been spot-on, even as turned around as she was in such a place. She only hoped her presence wouldn't attract a monster or two. After the events of the Capture the Flag game back in New York, she needed to conserve her energy to get herself back to her home eventually.
When the two spotted the corner store - thank you, gryphon vision and limited communication - Vivienne directed Ozymandias downwards. They landed quietly just outside the store, startling a flock of pigeons looking for scraps. She dismounted, searching the area for a sign with the name she'd been given. Harper's, she recalled. She absently wondered what type of job Nicholas would be working there, though quickly discounted her musings - it wasn't her place to question. Even so... quite curious, a god possessing both a dayjob and a secondary, she couldn't help but think.
"Harper's", a nearby sign proclaimed.
Upon spotting her objective, she told Ozymandias to wait outside and stay out of sight. She doubted a creature of his size would be conventionally acceptable in such a public place - no matter what the Mist did to distort him, he was still rather large. With that, Vivienne began walking stiffly towards her target.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Wed Dec 30, 2020 7:35 am

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Dining hall|tags:Orin, Juliet, Aggy, Laurel, Jamie, Ophelia
Auggie listened to Orin’s coffee shop story with a look of vague amusement. “That poor woman,” She said, though she really felt no sympathy towards the woman at all. Having stayed at camp year round since she was 12, it was sometimes difficult to remember her experiences with the regular world—but from what she knew, people were way too dramatic about their coffee. Though she’d never admit it, she found herself almost feeling jealous of Orin’s story. She’d never had a first job to mess up, or a parent she could watch rugby games with for that matter, not that she really cared about sports.

She watched the other campers come in and get mugs of hot chocolate, narrowing her eyes at the talk of an angry snowman. Her eyes flicked to the daughter of Hermes as she asked if anyone knew where Chiron was. ”There was a big crowd at the med tent when we passed by,” She responded with a shrug, setting down her empty mug. It didn’t really answer the question that had been asked, but it was the best she could offer. If most of the campers had been found and brought to safety already she was sure the others couldn’t be far off. At least that’s what she was hoping.

She glanced back at the door as Jamie and Ophelia entered the dining pavilion. Great, more of them. She knew that was a stupid thing the think considering they wanted everyone to be safe and accounted for, but she was really reaching her limit with the amount of people she could deal with at once. She’d begun to be a little more relaxed with Orin—which was surprising considering she’d held a knife to his throat less than an hour earlier—but there was a lot more people in this room than she was comfortable with now. This was what she typically tried to avoid at mealtimes, and with the dire situation they were all dealing with, tensions were even higher than usual. She began flipping her knife again subconsciously, having completely forgotten about the nick on her finger. She didn’t say anything in greeting to the newcomers, just as she hadn’t when the first group camp in, but she watched them with a cold gaze, her body stiff and tense.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Forest-dining pavilion|tags:Ophelia, Juliet, Aggy, Laurel, Orin, Auggie
Jamie could tell that the daughter of Aphrodite was anxious. He didn’t know if it was from whatever had happened before he’d shown up or from his general presence, but he figured asking wouldn’t help the situation at all so he let it be and kept walking. He squinted against the snow that flurried ahead of them, making it difficult to see a few feet in front of his face. He hoped they were going in the right direction, but Ophelia didn’t seem like the type of person to walk the wrong way because of a bit of snow. He had to hope she was stable enough to know where they were going because he’d find a way to get lost in the middle of a regular, sunny summer day. Regardless, he still tried to act as if he knew, not wanting to give the girl, or himself for that matter, any more reasons to worry.

“You know who would love this?” He said finally, trying to keep the mood light as they trudged through the snow towards the dining pavilion. “Christmas fanatics. I knew a kid in school who started decorating for Christmas in October. October! They totally skipped over Halloween...something about the devil, I don’t know. And I’m pretty sure their family did some kind of prayer ritual to make it snow every year.” He wasn’t sure how much of this was actually true. Most of it had been picked up from over-exaggerated fourth grade rumours, but it was still a pretty entertaining story in his mind.

He felt a surge of relief when the dining pavilion came into view. He hadn’t minded giving his jacket to Ophelia seeing as she clearly needed it more than he did, but in just a long sleeve t-shirt he was starting to feel the cold. He held the door open for her, enjoying the flood of warmth that came from inside before stepping in after her and pulling the door shut behind them. He scanned the group of people that were already there when they entered, grateful to see quite a few campers had already made it out of the blizzard. “Uh...hi,” He greeted the group with an awkward smile.

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