Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Ophelia's voice brought Mirabelle out of her scattered thoughts. She jumped ever so slightly, tugging the blankets around her shivering shoulders. "Y-Yeah," she managed, reaching out to pluck one of the Tylenol pills from her friend's hand. "Um - thanks." As her finger's brushed Ophelia's hand, the realisation hit her of just how much warmer her skin felt in comparison to Mirabelle's own. Hypothermia. It all made sense now - her lightheadedness, difficulty getting warm, muddled thoughts, blurry memories - all classic symptoms of moderate hypothermia. She'd learned how to identify and treat a decent amount of conditions from the Apollo cabin in years previous, as well as her own research in effort to better take care of her friends and fellow campers. Never had she thought she'd be using said research on herself.
With that thought, she dragged her mind back into the moment. She accepted a bottle of water from Ophelia, and quickly swallowed the pain reliever with practised ease. It were certainly larger than the Celexa, but she had no issue in getting it down nonetheless. A small sigh escaped her lips. "O - Ophelia," she stammered, addressing the other girl without meeting her eyes. "I - I'm sorry." Her tone dripped with guilt. "You're the one who's upset - I should be taking care of you, not the other way around." A shameful blush coloured her pallid cheeks - or, at least, it would have, if her body wasn't trying to conserve its heat.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Auggie|

Juliet nearly sighed in relief when someone's voice called her name. Thank the gods. Maybe they can finally help me get out of here without dying. She peeked out from behind the remains of the table she'd used as a barricade. Huh. It's the Hades counselor. She didn't necessarily know her very well - heck, she couldn't even remember her name - but she was glad to see any living person at this point. Auggie. Her name was Auggie. Juliet held back the urge to roll her eyes at her own thoughts. Great job, brain. You remember her name now, of all times? Wow. Real convenient. Auggie's irritable tone was not lost on her, but she chose to ignore it for the time being.
"Uh, trying not to die, obviously!" she replied, even quirking her lips up into a small smirk. "No, seriously. I'd really like to avoid that if at all possible." Her face fell as her gaze dropped to the camper in Auggie's arms. "Are they... wait, nevermind, I don't wanna know that." She shrugged, intending to play off the sudden dread that had formed in her stomach. The action only made her wince and let loose a curse word louder than intended. In her moment of distraction, a thud sounded. She whipped back towards Auggie to see that she'd fallen to the floor, still clutching the other camper. Another explicative made its presence known in the room as Juliet dove down towards her. She moved around to Auggie's right side, slipping her good arm around the counselor's waist to help support some of her weight. "Don't kill me for this - I'm just trying to help, I swear." She cast a rapid glance around the room, hoping to get a bearing for her surroundings. Her heart sank when nothing triggered any form of recognition in its shambled state. "Just... stay with me, okay? We'll get all three - two? hopefully three - of us outta here." She grunted, attempting to hoist Auggie to her feet. "I'm honestly kinda turned around - how'd you get in here? Maybe we can find a safe way out. If we stay here any longer, we might all die. I think. I dunno. I mean, at least the wind's holding things up now?" Gods, I hope we can find a safe way out. I totally suck at this whole 'staying positive' and 'helping people' thing. Good thing I'm not an Apollo camper.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Open|

Chuck darted from injured camper to injured camper, giving whatever medical aid he could. His meager supply was certainly starting to run low, what with all the chaos and destruction the Big House's collapse had caused. Man, he was seriously regretting eating those bandages earlier. They could really use 'em right about now. Like, curse you, stress eating!
His thoughts were interrupted when a flash of lightning made all his fur stand on end. "Like, oh no, what now!?" Crackling electricity and gusts of wind were swirling around the Big House - holding things up? How had he not noticed this before? Hopefully it would give the remaining campers the opportunity to escape. Well, the alive ones, that was.
Chuck found himself seriously hoping that Mira had stayed in Cabin 10 rather than coming up here. He knew she would be the first to throw herself into the line of danger for others, and in her hypothermic condition, she probably wouldn'tve made it out in one piece. Or at all. The thought chilled him to the bone. So many terrified faces... so many lost thus far. His heart panged in his chest. He absently wondered how in Olympus everyone would get their own burial shroud in time for a funeral.
"Like, think positive, man, think positive!" He reminded himself aloud. Gah, but what was positive in a situation like this? Chuck honestly had no idea.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Cresolis tags Augusta, Juliet, npc

Cresolis runs in and says to Juliet “come on I’ll help you” she puts auggies arm over her other shoulder. She says “we shoudl get going lu can hold it for long”

Edit: sorry I wrote the wrong thing 😅

[takara]

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin 10 | tags: Mirabelle | mentions:

She's shaking again, Ophelia noted as she took the pill with a swig from her bottle. She shook her head at Mira's words, and sat down next to her, pulling a blanket over the older girl's shoulders as she did so. "You're wrong" She said, softening her tone when she realized how harsh that had come out. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "What I mean is, you have to take care of yourself first. It's basic triage." She said, but the pain in Mira's eyes was overwhelming. She pulled her gaze away.

Whatever happens, take care of yourself, okay? She blinked as memories came flooding back, hazily. But I want dad to be okay! She'd wailed back at the women, an ache in her heart already, despite barely knowing the women. She'd had sad eyes and a worn out smile, two girls with ribbons in their hair. Gods, how I wanted to be a girl with ribbons. She blinked again, letting the memory float away on a mote of dust.

"And besides, " She added, a smile toying at her face "isn't distracting me with something else to do like, number one on the list of ways to keep toddlers from crying?" She asked, letting some of their mother's honey sweetness flood into her voice.

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Outside Big House--> Cabin 7 | tags: Draco, Npc, Auggie--> open! | mentions

Hank just blinked at the centaur's?! Sudden transformation. Before he had time to protest, he was yanked off of his feet and being hoisted out of the house. "I...uh.." He started, but his words were lost in the rush.
And just like that, he was out in the snow again, the centaur thrusting an injured camper at him. Hank frowned. Does he seriously think that we're all one gelatinous glob of healers? He wondered, but didn't protest.
He took her uninjured arm, fighting down a wince when he saw how mangled her other arm was. "On second thought, let me give you a lift" He said, flashing her a smile in spite of the circumstances. She just nodded, tears streaming down her face from the pain. He picked her up, bridal style, and began carrying her to his cabin, which would serve as a temporary ward. It's a clean break, she'll be right as rain after a spell with the medics, he thought, but kept himself from saying so as not to downplay her current feelings.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Juliet, Cresolis, npc

Auggie winced, blinking hard as she tried to clear away the spots floating in her vision. She heard footsteps and felt Juliet next to her, felt the girl wrap and arm around her waist and help her to her feet. She wanted to protest, to shrug the girl off and insist she didn’t need her help, but no matter how much she hated to admit it, even to herself, that wasn’t true. She wanted to roll her eyes, wanted to scorn the other camper for getting lost inside the house, but at this point she couldn’t blame her. The entire thing had been destroyed beyond recognition, she wasn’t sure what room they were in either. “The front door’s that way,” She said, nodding her head in the direction she thought she’d come from, though she wasn’t really sure.

Then there was somebody else there, her vision was still blurry but she recognized the voice of Cresolis, wincing as the girl pulled her injured arm around her shoulder. “I’m fine,” She managed to get out through clenched teeth, her tone growing more irritated. Her eyes were starting to clear but her head was still swimming. She was standing now and that’s all that mattered. The others needed more help than her so she had to be fine. “Just take them,” She hissed, gesturing to the unconscious camper. “As long as I’m still breathing I’m not getting carried out of here like a child.” Again, she thought, though she didn’t say that part out loud. The centaur would pay for having that kind of nerve later.

She swung her injured arm off Cresolis, freeing the other girl up to help the unconcious camper. With a pang of guilt she realized she didn’t even know who it was, she’d been too concerned with getting them both out alive to get a good look at them. She tried to take her weight off Juliet as well but as soon as she did she started to sway on her feet again. At least if she was only leaning on one person she could act like she was the one helping her, the daughter of Hermes had seemed to be injured, Auggie hadn’t failed to notice that before her stupid arm messed her up.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Outside Big House|tags:Aggy

Jamie finally managed to blink the dust out of his eyes, wiping his face on his sleeve. He glanced over at Aggy and saw that she was looking pointedly away from him. After a moment of confusion, he realized why. “I’m not crying,” He clarified. “I got dust in my eyes.” He was aware that sounded like a pretty lame excuse, and although it probably was something he’d use, it actually happened to be true this time. It couldn’t be that hard to believe considering scraps of the ceiling had been falling down on them like the snow outside.

He blinked when she offered him the scabbard, not reaching out to take it. He’d seen the way she looked at the blade it held, he didn’t want to be responsible for something this violent girl held to such a high regard. Even without the knife she’d probably find a way to make him pay. Not to mention, what she was implying was crazy. “No, absolutely not,” He shook his head quickly, brow furrowed. “You are not going back in there. He has powers, I’m sure he’s fine.” Jamie was surprised to hear the tone of authority in his own voice, and silently hoped the younger girl wouldn’t beat him up or something for it, but there was no way he was going to let someone else go running back into the danger.

Caleb Thomas|19|he/him|Athena|Outside Big House|Tags:Reese

Caleb had done his best to stay out of the way as the chaos in the Big House unfolded. Everybody around was too distracted with their own troubles or brainless heroics to pay him much attention anyways. If he stayed off to the side then nobody could blame him for getting in the way, and he wouldn’t get dragged into anything unnecessary. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it down. The world as they knew it may be ending but he’d be damned if he didn’t look good when it happened.

He heard a voice nearby that caught his attention, and he made his way over to the group with a slightly amused smile. “Broken bones are the least of our worries right now, darling.” He said, cocking an eyebrow as he studied the Hades camper. “You can set broken bones? Didn’t realize children of Hades were healers. Guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you, Mr. DiCaprio.” Despite the dark situation, his tone was light and playful, showing he meant no harm by the nickname.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
dining pavilion
thanatos
mentioned: aiden
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though the tears kept coming, and would for some time, teilo noted that aiden's breathing became less ragged and more controlled. if anything, in this landscape of blurred loss, that was a victory. there was nothing more to it, grasping for the tiniest straws, trying to make something good out of what was fundamentally bad. it was a war that had been lost without an enemy to blame it on - the elements, the predatory nature of nature itself. there was no-one to blame. perhaps that was the worst part.

if there had been, it may have been easier. to point the finger, to cast the dark shadow. the snowfall had been triggered by someone, yes, that was certain - by something, no doubt - but this, this event of cataclysmic standards, it could not be put to a face. it was a result. caused, but not intended. did that make it their opponent's fault? it was difficult to figure out. after some time poring over this, teilo chose to push it to one side. it was not the time for theory.

"that it is," he confirmed, though it didn't seem much to write home about. the life that they were living, a life that told less than two dozen deaths of children to be a tiny win, it seemed dire. dystopian. there was always a bad way at looking at a situation - looking it in a positive way now seemed the opposite of what they should have been doing. but aiden's breathing was normalising. that was all that he could take from it.

"don't - don't - don't do that," he stammered. "don't apologise. don't you dare." he frowned at the gall - the mindset that one must have had to have harboured to think that they were at fault for any of what was happening. "i think we're a bit past the point of apologising for showing a bit of emotion, don't you?" a pained smile. "you're good. that's what matters now. we'll get - we'll get you something for your hand. they're gonna have to get a new shipment of those cubes in, they are. popping them like skittles."

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
big house
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie, jamie
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with a majority of the survivors out of the way, orin would have been lying to himself if he didn't allow himself the sense of relief at being able to split from laika. a camper from the other side - though he wasn't one for prejudice, there were bad bloods woven into their dna, practically begging them to be at arms with one another, urging them into a state of utter disarray. he did not like being talked down to at the best of times - learned to avoid it with a skin of steel and an authority that, when applied, tended to sit with those who were victim to his orders - but now was certainly not the time. he was not in the big house to be patronised.

the support beams remained solid, which he was thankful for. he would have to give laurel a pat on the back. there was victory in that. a glimmer of hope that had not seemed to translate to the hunter if her dour countenance was anything to go off of. wind swept around his feet, but it was of no object to him. orin kept moving. through and through, over beams and piles, looking for any sign of the victims.

though he had been happy to part ways with the part-time lioness, the reasons for doing so were murky and shrouded with a green-brown gauze. the house felt lonelier than it ever had.
he heard a roar, a shout from outside, a call to arms - in any other scenario, he would have gone off on one with a whistled portion of the colonel bogey march. but things had changed from the morning. the trepidation had become the terror.

two bodies lying next to one another. he winced at the sight. the blood looked black in the dim light of the moon, smeared puddles underneath faces that looked too calm. "i'm sorry," he whispered, edging them out of the rubble with care and slinging both over either shoulder. to the window he went - where he lept out, fall cushioned, laid them down, and returned to the scene. it felt neverending.

in the case that he did die and his soul was weighed to be as dastardly as he perceived it to be in the pits of his mind, he was certain that this would be his hellscape. sisyphus had the rock. that was no big deal. not compared to this. to push a boulder up a hill seemed easier, less torturous work than this.

his head still throbbed, vision dark and splotchy when he hazarded standing too quickly, but it didn't matter. the muscles in his arms were aching, but it didn't matter. he felt as though he was going to be sick. or that he was going to pull his eyes out after this, give them a good bleach rinse, but it didn't matter. another teenager fallen, another to add to the lengthening line.

he counted seventeen by the end, and chatter that he had heard put the final toll at eighteen. that meant one more. fine. the torment would be over soon. back in he went, searching desperately for a shred of fabric, a lock of hair, something that he had missed. a tad like a where's wally book, he thought, and then slated himself for thinking of something so stupid - so preposterous - during a time like this. "come on, come on. where are you?" he asked, as though he would hear a response. tensions were growing higher. his heart was audible in his own ears, vision smearing at the edges. "just one more. come on, just the one. just one more."

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new york
proxy of eris
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the phone call finished. perhaps a bottle of champagne was in order. no - that was hedonistic.
"is this room service?" he spoke into the in-built receiver. "could i get a half-bottle of moët and chandon? that's lovely. charge to the room."

his request arrived with a flute that he promptly filled with the fizz. some time to himself before the big reveal - it seemed strange, to celebrate as events were falling into place, but he was ever the optimist. in his mind, he had already won. it was simply a case of making that clear to everybody else. after his first glass was nothing more than froth on the sides, he picked up his phone again and began to dial.

it was two in the morning in the united kingdom - he certainly felt the effect of the jet lag on his eyes - which meant that the calls he made would go straight to voicemail. that was alright. it would be actioned before he woke up in the morning. what a pleasant thought. on came the onslaught.

"hi, sopel. it's malcolm kingston. conference at - we'll call it a round ten - outside of the embassy in new york. tell all your hack pals to be there or be square. it's going to be spec-tac-u-lar." next.

"steven - hi, sorry to have missed you. it's malc. i'm going to have to warn you. you're going to hear a few... well, they're not rumours if they're true, are they? i'd tell you all about it, but - you know, you might try and stop me. get your best statement template ready. you're going to want to give me the sack, but you should think very carefully about that. i look forward to your colourful call. good luck, old chap. have some fun with it." another glass. next.

"amy, malc. i keep missing everyone. i know it's late. real shame. anyway, there's a document on a usb drive in the top left drawer of my office. it's locked, the key is balanced on top of the hanging lightshade. there's some information there about our steve. it's not looking very good. have it ready and in your email drafts to... say, our friends at sky news. i'll text you if you need to hit send." another glass. next.

"lieutenant morris. kingston, here. sorry i missed you, and for the short notice - i'm going to need you to secure your units for a command tomorrow. i want camp roberts ready at my word. it's a matter of urgent security. have men ready to surround the caldecott tunnel. love to stick around and chat, but explanations come to those who wait." another glass. next.

the next call did, however, reach a person.

"what you gave me was not a half-bottle. it can't have been a half-bottle, it's already gone. you're selling quarter-bottles, and i don't even know how you're managing that, because it - you know, it looks like a half-bottle, but someone's clearly very sneakily removed half of the moët from it. yes, i want another. thank you. to the room. yes. thank you."

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Cres tags auggie and Juliet

Cresolis nods and says “ok” she takes the out her camper and run out of the house. She sets the camper down on a cot and watches the opening for Jules and auggie

Laurel tags open

The daughter of Zeus feels her energy start to drain but she keep holding the lightning together. She opens her eyes to spot Cresolis coming out and focuses on the matter at hand.

Valkeri tags open

The daughter of Apollo watches and says “sunny?” The small fox yips and Nancy gives a nuzzlemto her hand. She watches the house and the glowing figure that was laurel holing the house with her force

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Mirabelle sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, Ophelia was technically right. She knew she wasn't the best at taking care of herself - heck, the most 'self-care' she practised was the occasional watercolour here and there. If there was anything Mirabelle excelled at, it was taking care of others. Though her tendency to do so often led her to neglect herself, she didn't mind. From her perspective, her needs and desires were inconsequential compared to those of others. But if the current situation was distracting Ophelia from her emotional distress, then perhaps it wasn't so bad after all.
She couldn't help but crack a small smile at Ophelia's words, despite the sudden feeling of vulnerability that came crashing over her. She worried the inside of her cheek between her teeth as she tried to formulate what she wanted to say. Though nervousness squirmed in her stomach, she forced herself to meet Ophelia's striking blue eyes.
"As - as a head counselor - and even before then - I'm just... sort of used to putting everyone else's needs before my own," she admitted. Her gaze flickered away momentarily, betraying just how awkward she felt. "It's not really easy for me to... to be the one in need of assistance. To be vulnerable." She swallowed, shifting slightly amidst the blankest. "I guess - what I'm trying to say is - thank you. No one's really... done this for me before. Um - taken care of me. At camp - I mean. O-Other than Chiron. Of course." She fidgeted with a strand of blonde hair, still damp from her unintentional polar plunge. Even in her last relationship, she'd been the 'strong' one. The reliable one; someone you could always count on when you were feeling down. Mirabelle was always the person taking care of everyone else - she wasn't used to having the favour returned. And frankly, she wasn't quite sure how to react.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Auggie, Cresolis --> Auggie, Chuck|

"Yeah, I can get Auggie here out fine," Juliet insisted, using the Hades counselor's real name instead of a silly nickname for once. She gave the girl she recognised as an Athena camper a reassuring smile, though in hindsight, it definitely looked more like a playful smirk. Her face quickly contorted into a frown when Auggie tried to push away. Thankfully, the older girl's protest only lasted about a split second. Nonetheless, it was enough to earn the Hades counselor an amused comment. "Uh - yeah. No way are you getting out of here on your own like this." She tightened her grip around Auggie's waist as she prepared to start walking. "Gods, what is it with you counselors? Always carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders." She fell silent as she watched the daughter of Athena take off the way Auggie had indicated, carrying the unconscious - possibly dead? Juliet couldn't tell - camper in her arms. "Alright. We're walking now." With that, Juliet started after that Athena girl.
She couldn't help but sigh in relief as they slowly made their way towards the darkness emanating from the outside. "Thank the gods, we're not dead. Well, not yet at least." She managed to hobble them towards a relatively empty spot in the snow, and eased Auggie to the ground as best she could. Glancing around in the dim glow generated from the lightning, she could see that a good amount of wounded demigods had been treated. A few Apollo campers were helping them in the direction of the cabins area. Great. Just when we need some help over here, and everyone looks busy. Nonetheless, it was worth a shot.
"Uh, hello? Need some help over here? Anyone got ambrosia or something?"


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Juliet, Auggie|

The light from whatever was going on with the Big House and all the lightning was enough to allow most of the campers to see, thankfully. Chuck had just finished up bandaging a cut on an Athena camper's leg when he heard a call for aid.
"Uh, hello? Need some help over here? Anyone got ambrosia or something?"
Chuck sprang into action, bringing the dwindling bag of ambrosia and what was left of the bandages. Though the voice certainly belonged to someone he would rather avoid, her snarky tone actually sounded a bit desperate. The satyr pinpointed the source of the call with his keen hearing, and was soon on his way.
When he reached Juliet, he was surprised to see her in the company of a rather unhappy yet groggy-looking Auggie. "Uh, like, I have a bit of ambrosia, but like, runnin' low, man," he explained.
"Give it to miss sunshine," Juliet grunted. "My shoulder's just dislocated, I think. She needs it more than I do."
Chuck gulped. He'd heard Auggie could be... prickly, to put it lightly. Nonetheless, he offered up one of the three squares of ambrosia he had left. "Uh - like - here," he stammered, heart thumping in his chest.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin 11|Head Counselor|Loc: Outside the big house|Tags/Mentions:Juliet,Auggie, Chuck,big house group
Cass ran after Juliet in hopes of following her inside but she was unfortunately she was blocked by a crowd of people. Cass began trying to force here way through. Cass normally would have been panicking in the large group of people but her worries for her younger sister were stronger than her fear of crowds at the moment. She managed to break through just as she saw Jules heading out with her arm around Auggie. Cass breathed out a huge sigh of relief glad to see that both Juliet and Auggie were okay. She noticed Chuck heading over to help and followed to make sure Jules was alright. "thank the gods you're not dead" Cass said as soon as she was close enough "Are you alright did you get hurt"Cass fretted worry evident in her voice as she looked over Jules. Cass wouldn't normally be so expressive of her worries but her stress and mental stability levels were pretty much represented by the state of the Big house at the moment.

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The bighouse|Tags: Auggie, Hank|

Draco nodded quietly bracing himself for the pain.

"Thank ya both. Ah should be fine after its bandaged up and ah get some weight on it. Ah've been through a lot worse, so it's a'ight."

Draco wasn't sure where Mr. Dionysus or Chiron was, but with everyone but Liaka out of the big house he felt as if everyone deserved some knowlege as to why he was here. Maybe not all of it, but at least enough to piece together what he was doing.

Niji Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: coming out of forest• Tags: Open

He stumbled out of the forest so tired his limbs were almost unable to move. Niji's feet were cracked and they left bloody footsteps where ever they touched. Their eyes were so heavy he was unable to open them and with every breath they took a small whimper was heard as if his lungs were breaking with every shallow breath.

Niji held onto Quicksilver's bridle letting the horse guide him and it wasn't sure if Niji even knew that she was guiding him.

With sticks in his hair, his clothes torn, and gashes on his face and arms it was obvious that rhe child of Dionysus had fallen off of her and most likely into a sticker bush, but it didn't seem like Niji even realized that he was injured. He babbled to the horse droning on and on.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Roxanne tags draco and karter

Roxanne pours the water over the break to clean it. She looks at karter waiting for the strips of fabric