Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Campfire|tags:Orin, Laurel

It seemed to take Orin a moment to focus on her, and she frowned at the disoriented look on his face. When he spoke, it only confirmed her suspicions that he was not in fact as fine as he had been telling his cabin mate he was. “Right...” She said slowly. “And everything else around us? Did the Hecate kids double all that too?” She asked with a raised brow. She wasn’t about to start lecturing him to go to the Apollo cabin to get fixed up, if he was anything like her that wasn’t going to go too well. She figured if he got any worse, somebody around the fire would be able to drag him off to one of the healers before he died or passed out or something.

She still felt a bit woozy after the blood she’d lost, but at least she was properly patched up now, and the bleeding seemed to be stopping. Her left hand found the torn end of her hoodie that she’d cut in order to craft her makeshift bandage, fingers pulling at the frayed edge. She’d actually liked the hoodie, but there was no way it would ever be wearable again. Maybe she could pretend it was an intentional style, most of the clothes she bought were ripped up already anyways.

Her gaze drifted to the black flames in front of them. Under any other circumstances she probably would’ve thought it look cool, right now it just served as a reminder of everything that had happened and all that had been lost. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, it was getting more and more difficult to keep her mind away from it. Her hands felt cold again, but she forced herself to think it was just from the snow and the freezing air around them, not from the growing sense of dread and panic she felt. She wasn’t going to fall apart and lose control like she had earlier, she just had to keep holding it together, keep the carefully rehearsed expression of calm indifference on her face.

[sammy,]

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campfire
zeus - counselor
mentioned: laurel,
auggie
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orin went to rub the left side of his face, conveniently forgetting that he had fallen on his cheek, and flinched away from his own hand in response to the low throbbing pain that he was greeted with. "hm?" he frowned at the question. "i don't even - there are a few cabins. a few campers. some of 'em look the same. some of 'em.." his eyes rested on a camper across the way from them, face slightly obscured by the fire.
after taking a moment to focus, squinting hard, he frowned. "have - have a lot of people upset the same camper?" he asked. "what did you do?"

the dark flames looked like nightmares, biting at the frost-touched air. there was a part of him that resented the fire for accurately representing what was, in all cases, a night that had been profoundly negative.
his hands were tingling. there was a lump in his throat that refused to be swallowed down. eighteen bodies. he had heard it said. only counted seventeen -

but in his own mind, the day had taken nineteen. that made things muddier. "bad day," he said, mostly to himself. in reality, he just wanted to be separated from the sense of unbeing that was overtaking him.
if he knew anything, it was that there were hours to come, and those hours would bring more hours on the backs of each other, and each one could not be split into 'good' or 'bad'. there was someone out there, outside the barriers of the camp, who was seeing life in glory for the first time. there was someone who was happy. the hours were just segments of time, ways to measure from the point that everything had changed.

the people around the fire occupied more space than he realised was necessary. he, himself, was guilty of such. in carrying the bodies from the rubble to the snow, he had been confronted with the truth of all their dimensions, and they were small. orin had been trying to make himself larger for a very long time.
the thoughts didn't sound like his own. they didn't flow right, didn't have the right accent, the right inflections. they weren't vying for the next joke, the next way to play the fool, and it was uncomfortable.

with another glance at auggie, he thought about the words that had carried them through their ordeal in the forest, the facts of the matter, the idea that this should have been anticipated, that there should have been things in place to stop this from happening - the fire gone black, the faces fallen, the logs uncomfortably sparse and unpopulated. and then he sighed, shut his eyes, shuddered - from the thoughts or the unrelenting jolts of pain that sparked in his spine - and let his gaze settle on the centre. "they keep coming, don't they? the minutes. i can feel 'em. s'like -" his voice died in the air. "- i don't know. something."

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✵ 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀--𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑
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❨ Mountie, navy admiral, hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years/lived 97 ❩ ❨ Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Teilo ❩ ©



Loverboy was a tall, magnificent horse, and his height gave Laika a high vantage point of the scene in front of her. A dark swirling, swathing mass of blackness was in the center of the cluster of campers. It was a rather pathetic thing, and, surrounded by dejected campers, it made the whole situation seem much worse.

Laika had no connection with Camp Half Blood, aside from the occasional visit and the relays of messages she had received from Chiron. She didn’t feel the shock and terror of the campers; they thought camp was supposed to be a safe haven, but it turned out that something making the place what it was had ended up being the gravest danger. Laika knew there was no such thing as a safe place. Nowhere in the world was perfectly safe, save perhaps the realms of death her father reigned over.

She had been studying the group, eyes resting on each and every camper, examining and calculating them. Her presence was much like that of a hungry hawk, scanning those beneath her for potential prey. The reserved way she kept herself was designed to reveal nothing to enemies, but it also showed nothing to her allies. Perched on her horse, she was at the same level as Chiron. All that plus her red coat that was getting redder with blood stains, and her presence was nothing but looming and dangerous. Which was something she didn’t prefer, but couldn’t control.

Suddenly, she sensed a disturbance among the crowd. Loverboy flicked his ears but made no movement or sound; he’d been trained to not panic or start in fear, in order to prevent alerting their prey when hunting. To Laika’s right, a boy in a hoodie had just crashed into a hunter, Victoria. They started, but quickly regained their composure, as Victoria was known to do. "i - uh - um, sorry. sorry," he stammered, the words still hanging from his tongue, his mouth trembling. "i didn't mean to - i was just - sorry." Victoria turned to glance at Laika, the look in their eyes saying ‘you deal with him’.

Laika immediately detected an aura of death coming from the boy. A son of Hades? But it seemed not, this aura was different. Laika didn’t continue contemplating it; instead she stared at the boy, eyes steady and focused, briefly masking her agony. "That's four 'sorry's in 5 seconds. Good job, you’re turning Canadian. " Despite the grave situation, Laika managed her signature smirk, the one that said ‘I could kill you, but I won’t’. She didn’t dismount Loverboy. Height difference would be at her advantages here. Laika really did want to admonish him, to show him who had the authority, but another terrified camper would do no good for the goal - keep everyone alive and sort this out.

[takara]

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin 7 | tags: Niji, open! | mentions:

Hank blinked. Intuitive kid, must be an Aphrodite camper. "I'm fine." He said curtly, twisting around to pull the other camper along. He'd have to do better in the future. He didn't turn back to speak. "It's the flames," He started, barely audible. "They...they ain't s'pposed to look like that, 'specially on the first night." He said. He could've explained much further. Probably should've gone into a long winded spiel about how the fire 'reflected the overall mood' of the campers. There was a lot of things he should be doing, and he was falling through on all of them.

He was quite glad to reach Cabin 7, but now a new problem presented itself. He glanced between the horse and the door, trying to work something out. Then he turned to Niji. "So she'll probably fit if she ducks, but the saddle might have to come off." He said, eyeing the draft mare. "But I'm just gonna pop in first and give 'em a heads up, alright?" He asked, slowing himself down enough to wait for a response.

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

Ophelia had been woken up by Mirabelle's movement, but felt like reveling in the moment's warmth, eyes pressed shut. She didn't bother to move when the other camper's came in, figuring their responses would be worse if she seemed conscious. Besides, I don't want to waste the good heat, she told herself. Perhaps it could be more adequately described as didn't want to face the world, especially Orin after their confrontation earlier. But that wasn't how she chose to construe it.

A hand touched her shoulder, followed by Mira's voice, and Ophelia sighed and dragged herself up. She wasn't about to miss campfire over feeling sorry for herself, especially when other campers had actual injuries from the game that prevented them from attending. She shrugged on her coat and shoved her feet into fuzzy socks before running her hands through her hair and pulling it back into a rough ponytail. It would have to do. She flipped open her bracelet mirror to check her face for redness. "Oh, Mira?" She said, flicking a crusty from her eye. "You were comforting me. I had a tantrum. I was a toddler, a real bear, wouldn't stay sleeping if you moved." She nodded, as if to assure herself that it was a good plan, then flipped the mirror shut and stuffed her feet into the pinchy boots. With that done, she made her way to the door, pulling it open for Mira and turning back to give her a small smile.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Center of Cabins with fire | tags: Jamie, other kids at campfire, open | mentions:

Aggy felt sick to her stomach, but she smiled weakly at his joke. "Huh. Maybe you could paint a battle strategy or something." She told him, but her voice sounded faraway, like it no longer belonged to her.

She could hear the chattering here and there, something like twenty campers had died. Twenty campers died. Twenty. Campers. Dead. This morning, they were just like me. Aggy let go of Jamie's hand in favor of the handle of her sword, running her thumb over it like a genie's lamp. But I won't get my wishes.

The jitters hit her hard now, and she could barely keep her hand steady. She drove it over the hilt with increasing speed, her mind long detached from her body. If I knelt by their caskets, would I have the words to pray? Or would I just stare in shock at their faces, too young, too healthy, too alive for this? Blood spilled on peaceful shores, victims more than warriors. She mused, eyeing the low flames through her blurry vision.

The world could grind to a halt, and she'd still be here, captured by the flames.

Jack "Reese" Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: outside Big House | tags: Open! campfire group | mentions: Demeter Npc

Reese didn't try to converse with Jenny, who he'd recognized after the blood had been wiped off her face. She looked terrified, and it he didn't know if she had a brain injury. If only some of that healing magic rubbed off on me, He thought, gingerly helping her to stand. They made their way to Cabin 7 unsteadily, with Reese trying to balance out assisting her with not touching her more than was polite. He resisted the urge to break the awkwardness by asking her how the strawberries were doing, as that was likely to send her into hysterics. Can't ask about the weather, hmmm.

"Hey Jen, how's the green house going?" He asked, in spite of the fact that he found plants exhausting. Luckily, she missed his tone, and was happy to ramble on about seeding various tomatoes until they entered Cabin 7. I guess I should be happy that she's talking, He stewed when they at last reached the temporary infirmary.

"And that's why we choose Beefsteaks over Mortgage Lifters!" She was happily informing him as he helped her through the door. It took a minute to catch someone's eye, and Jenny took advantage of this time to start on the properties, benefits and disadvantages, of various potting soils.

He was relieved, to say the least, when they were finally approached by an Apollo camper. Head injury, he mouthed as Jen, amazingly, kept going. Dante nodded to Reese and let the girl to a bed, where he sat her down and started conversing with her.

For his part, Reese left the cabin with the determination of one who had places to go, for once glad to not be an actual healer of Apollo. He stood by the edge of the circle, reaching his hands out to warm them on the fire and regretting leaving his shirt with Jenny. I don't think the blood was coming out though, so same difference. He told himself, letting his eyes fall closed as he took in the heat from the morbid flames.

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The campfire|Tags: Open|

Draco walked over to the campfire making sure to stay out of the way as he would be getting up when Chiron got there.
Draco mentally went over the lines he had planned out before hand hoping that it would be a sufficient enough explanation.

Niji "Ji-Ji" Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: By the bighouse• Tags: Hank

Niji narrowed his eyes. "No you aren't fine." He said grabbing onto Hank's wrist a bit tighter. "I'll poke you again. I'll do it Hank." Niji said mustering up all of the scariness Ji-Ji thought he had.
"I'll let you go if you tell me." Niji offered, but Niji didn't exactly have any strength right now, so he was relying on if Hank didn't call his bluff.

Niji was waiting until Hank told him what was bothering him to get Quicksilver's saddle off and for once the mare was waiting patiently, but that may have been because her owner was doing a very un-Niji thing.

[Galeslash7]

Bay Laurel, Immortal, Female, Drayd, Location: Campfire, Tags: Chuck, Mentions: Npcs

Bay Laurel sniffed as he rubbed her shoulder. It felt so nice to talk about what was happening and what could happen. It was probably of no use worrying about what could come, but she just felt this wasn't just some horrible accident. Hopefully some sort of prophecy would be issued and some demigod could go out and solve all of this. Including the weird snow. She hated this snow because she could feel her life-tree start to freeze up. She had built a sort-of shelter around it, but she was worried that could kill it. And if it died, she did too. So many other dryads had trees in the woods and some could die just from this horrible snow. She could bet the campers hadn't thought about that. "Thank you. I just don't know when all this is fixed, how we can just go back to our normal lives? I mean, it feels like we aren't safe. Even here." Though she did feel pretty safe at the moment next to Chuck. The warm fire, which was still black, and all the powerful campers around here made her feel safe too. Even if something happened and she couldn't help, they would fight to their last breaths.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Campfire|tags:Orin, Laurel

Auggie watched Orin flinch at his own touch, then attempt to focus on the face of someone across the fire as he pondered her question. He definitely wasn’t joking around now. She’d seen a different, more vulnerable side of him before the incident at the Big House, but his behaviour now was worrying her a little—she wasn’t going to let him or anyone else know that though.

"Man, you're really gonna sit here and act like everything's fine when you've clearly got a head injury? I might've just attempted to bleed to death but even I’m not that stupid." He tone was meant to be abrasive, but a slight shake in her voice gave away just how much everything happening had gotten to her. She hated herself for that shake. She hated her voice for revealing anything she didn’t want it to, though she figured she was safe from scrutiny considering how out of it Orin appeared to be.

"You're allowed to need help for like...one second you know." She added, aware of how hypocritical she was sounding. She couldn't help it. Sure, she'd deny ever being in pain and not accept help from anyone, but it was frustrating to watch others do the exact same thing. She didn't really care what happened to her but she didn't want anything happening to the rest of camp—although it was a little too late for that sentiment.

She stared into the fire, feeling an ache in her chest that wouldn't go away, yet feeling grateful for the cover of darkness that would hide the pain on her face. Bad day. That felt like the understatement of the century. She began to get lost in her thoughts, spiralling away into the cold anxiety that threatened to consume her. She was only pulled back when Orin spoke again. His words sounded wrong, clumsy, and given his groggy state, she wasn't sure how much of what he was saying he actually meant, or how much of her response he’d comprehend, but she answered anyway. “Yeah...they do. And they wont stop, no matter how much you try to make them.” Her voice was quiet, and she was still staring into the fire, afraid to look anyone in the face for fear of what she might see there, or what they might see in hers.

She shoved her hands into what remained of her half torn pocket, wanting to rid them of the feeling of cold, of the familiar numb sensation that sent a counterproductive spike of adrenaline into her veins, bringing back memories of panic rather than the offending issues themselves. She was tired. She just wanted that feeling to go away.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Campfire|tags:Aggy/open

Jamie’s joke fell flat, though that was to be expected at a time like this. Not everything could be fixed with a goofy smile and a cheesy one-liner, he’d learnt that quite some time ago. When Aggy let go of his hand, he shoved both into the pockets of his jeans, worried they’d shake without something to hold onto, not that anyone would really see it in the dim glow of the black campfire.

His gaze rested on the fire in the center, willing the flames to get brighter, to rise and change colour, willing himself to wake up, to find that it was sunny and bright, that it wasn’t snowing in the middle of summer, that they hadn’t lost eighteen lives today, that the entire world wasn’t crumbling and falling apart. But he didn’t wake up. The fire didn’t change. This was reality, and now they all had to deal with it.

[sammy,]

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thanatos
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it seemed that despite his incursion into their little group, teilo was not in any immediate danger of being verbally obliterated by any of them.
though it was important to note that there was a big 'yet' at the end of that sentence, magnified by the glance shared between two of them. it was one of annoyance, like he was a bird that had flown into a closed window. perhaps he was, to them.

they all emanated the same air that made him feel a slight sense of disquiet. they were hunters of artemis - if their getup, their auras weren't enough to prove that, then the knot in his mind did. immortals, it would appear, had a similar effect on him as the dead. they looked a bit different, like they existed in technicolour, kaleidoscopic beings where everyone else was set in greyscale.

"well, i'd hope that's a good thing," he said, attempting some pleasantry while simultaneously avoiding laika's gaze. she seemed a little different to the others. whether it was power or something else entirely wasn't going to be certain until he ventured to look her in the face. he had not done that yet. "it's - i mean, better than being american, though." his hand moved up to scratch the back of his head. "though, you know. maple syrup. that's - that's good. uh -" what the hell are you on about?
i don't know. shut up.

"again, i'm - i'm s-" he stopped himself from saying the blasted word again. maybe he could get away with it in another manner. "i - wasn't looking where i was going. i hope i didn't interrupt anything."

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campfire
zeus - counselor
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orin offered auggie a lopsided smile when she spoke of needing help. "listen. listen, listen. listen," he said, tripping over the repeated words. "it's - it's fine. i've had a hazier head. and if it - here, i'm gonna.. i'm gonna hit you with this. you're not ready for this one." he let out a puff of air through his mouth. "if it hurts here -" he waved in the general direction of his head. "and - you know, elsewhere -" added when the pain in his back seemed to swell, as though the nerves were offended at being ignored for favour of the point. "then it doesn't feel as bad when it hurts here." his hand moved to point at his chest, directly above his heart. "it's a masterful plan, actually. really - really smart of me." the stammer remained. his point aside, there was still nausea there. "you think i'm stupid. it's - i can't explain my genius. you either - get it or you... or you don't."

slurred spiel aside, it did hurt. more than the throb and the ache and the sharp shoots. it was a weight on his chest, a suffocating blanket that threatened to swallow him hole. or maybe it wasn't - maybe it was just nothing. the sorrow sapped out of him. to feel sadness would have been a miracle. all there was was a profound numbness. the world looked greyer than ever.

"keeps on marching forward," he nodded, eyes half-lidded. in any other circumstance, the mention of 'marching' would have had him whistling the jaunty army tune. but even in the state he was in, he could still understand that it was the wrong time. "someone should put a stop to it. get - get chronos, whack him about again. get rid of the minutes."

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags Orin and auggie

Laurel laughs and says “are you sure your ok little brother?

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10 --> Campfire|Tags: Ophelia, Aphrodite NPCs|

Mirabelle paused, blinking a few times as her brain processed Ophelia's words. "Oh - um - sure," she eventually managed, though another awkward blush coloured her cheeks. "If you're okay with that rumour floating around. I know you have somewhat of a reputation to maintain." Mes dieux, Mirabelle, what are you doing!? Get ahold of yourself! Evidently, her embarrassment from being caught in such a moment hadn't worn off yet. Not to mention the lingering feeling of vulnerability. Even now, she felt like she had torn a hole open in her chest, leaving her beating heart exposed. But the thing is... it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. To let herself be vulnerable in front of another person was refreshing, even if just for a little while. She actually felt better than she had in a long time.
Mirabelle thanked Ophelia as she passed by, though the weight of the words carried so much more than if they had just been about holding open the door. She shivered ever so slightly as she headed out into the cold, but thankfully her winter gear and warm clothing made for a nice barrier against the frigid temperatures. Well, save her soggy boots. She reckoned she'd just have to stay close to the fire. Speaking of...
Zut.
The pit in her stomach that had formed at the mention of the black flames deepened until it was a black hole. The fire was indeed black - a dismal flicker of dim light in the darkening night. Something terrible must've happened. The inky blaze seemed to be sucking the very souls out of the campers around it. Even some of the Hunters of Artemis - wait, when had they arrived? No matter - seemed rather despondent.
All it took was a casual glance back the way she had come to see what the matter was.
Where the Big House once stood proudly atop Half-Blood Hill was now... nothing. Even through the gloom of settling night, she could make out the silhouette of rubble against the cloudy sky. She didn't know how many lives had been taken by the collapse. But judging from the colour of the flames, it had been significant.
Oh - oh gods. She felt like the earth was giving way under her feet. Breathe. Just Breathe. Hot wetness pricked her eyes, but she blinked furiously in an attempt to fight the tears. You have to be strong. Your cabin - the camp - your family needs you now more than ever. She would be the eye of the storm; the island in the turbulent sea. In her concern for others, an eerie calm came over her. Certainly, she was still devastated - but she could deal with those emotions later. Right now, Camp Half-Blood needed her to be strong. So that's what she would be.
Despite her momentary stumble, the Aphrodite head counselor put on a brave face. Though her usual cheery countenance was replaced by one of grim duty, she forced herself to walk towards the depressing campfire. Her movements were stiff but not lacking grace; she felt as if she were floating above the ground. A few of her cabinmates ran towards her when they spotted her, eyes red from crying. They flung their arms around her in a sobbing embrace.
She tensed at first, but her own desires quickly faded in the light of others. They needed this. They needed to be comforted, to be told everything was going to be alright. But it isn't, a voice in the back of her head spoke up. Everything's not going to be okay. And you weren't even there to stop it. How many people died tonight? People you could've saved? If you had only been there instead of tucked away in your safe little moment of happiness.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location Campfire|Tags: Open|Mentions: Lucy, Teilo, Laika, Orin, Auggie, Laurel, Mira, Campfire Group|

Disregarding thoughts of Lucy, Juliet turned her attention back to the other campers gathered around the campfire. So many sullen, tear-stained faces... Yeesh. But what did she expect? It would've been weird to be happy in the face of something like this. She could make out Teilo's form amongst the crowd, seemingly talking to that mounted mountie - haha, mounted mountie. She'd have to remember that one later. And then there was Orin, looking like he'd just been dragged through the mouth of Tartarus, but still here nonetheless. It looked like Auggie and Laurel were already badgering him into hopefully taking care of himself. Though Auggie was doing most of the badgering, it seemed. That centaur dude from earlier was standing nervously near Chiron, who surveyed the gathered faces with sympathy in his eyes. Mr. D lingered nearby, arms crossed over his chest and his pudgy face all red and upset.
And there was Mira, comforting her own cabinmates as if nothing she had been through that night mattered. She seemed... better, at least. Paler than usual, but that could've just been the eerie light cast off from the shadowy flames. The scene left a bitter taste in Juliet's mouth.
Gods, everything was such a mess. She found herself wishing that she could just close her eyes, and when she opened them again, it would be a bright sunny day at Camp Half-Blood and everything would be okay. The Big House would stand tall in its glory upon Half-Blood Hill, the campers would be out and about doing watersports and sparring with each other, and most importantly, no one would have died.


|⟡||Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Bay|

Chuck paused at Bay's question, knitting his brow in a strange mixture of contemplation and fear. "I dunno," he finally managed. His voice shook slightly. "But like, if Percy and everyone managed to do it after the titan wars - and then like, again, after the giants - we can too. Like, I hope, anyway." He fell silent for a bit, a torrent of dark thoughts swirling up in his head. He reflected back on their preparations before Capture the Flag; before the Big House fell. Getting all the animals comfortable had been most of his job, though he knew other satyrs had been helping the dryads protect their trees. There were quite a few wild creatures now residing in Pan's honourary cabin' though Chuck thought Pan wouldn't have it any other way. But the dryads were more difficult - you couldn't exactly dig up and relocate an entire tree. "If you guys like, need any more heating pads or anything for your trees, like, I'm sure I can scrounge some up or like, get the Hephaestus dudes workin' on that," he offered. "I know some of you like, went into hibernation and stuff, but honestly it would be good to like, not have all the dryads hibernatin' during all this... you know?"