Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[senna]

ᴘɪᴘᴘᴀ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏx🕊️

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age: sixteenxxgender: femalexxcamp years: onexxgoddess: aphroditexxlocation: aphrodite's cabinxxtags: kade

Admittedly, Pippa hadn't ever really been a camp person, but something about the way this place carried a certain vibe told her it was going to be different than the typical ways of camp. For starters, no gross, reused clothing. Maybe there would be a little less of a strict schedule; Pippa wasn't too fond of the waking up at seven a.m rule. Sure, there would be more realistic, tougher forms of camp training, such as use of real weapons, as opposed to a flimsy, plastic bow-and-arrow or a fake rock-climbing wall, but maybe that would make things more eventful? As long as she didn't have to do it. Pippa wasn't exactly here to get an injury.

What exactly was she here for? She supposed regular schooling wouldn't teach her about her powers or whatnot, but were they something she'd really need in life? As much as Pippa was ready to laugh it off, the look on Kade's face upon mentioning the odd weather change was making her question herself. She didn't want to psych herself out quite yet, though. She wasn't ready to have to fear waking up in the morning for who knows what reason. For now, Pippa was ready to place herself back in her little fantasy world and appreciate the cabin she was assigned to.

As much as she disliked snow, it was a big magical in the moment. Extremely weird, once again, but pretty. It was a nice step forward into this new magical world. It was like Narnia, but she'd walked through a gate instead of a wardrobe. Hogwarts, minus the wands and brooms. Their own little Wonderland.

"Strange," she mused, but said nothing more. Instead, Pip collected her bags and headed inside of the cabin. Colours burst from all around her, but she was more focused on setting her bags back down before they tumbled out of her hands and onto the ground. She wasted little time, but only because she knew someone was outside. Although, for all she knew, he could have left. That didn't seem to be the case, for when Pippa peaked through the curtains, Kade was still standing there. Turning away from the window, Pippa quickly scoped out a large mirror that looked like something she'd find from The Little Mermaid, and checked over her appearance. She had a lot of new people to meet, after all. She ran a hand over her hair, then exited the cabin, hopping down the steps to return to Kade's level. "Do you guys have a schedule to follow, or do you kind of just do whatever?"

[senna]

sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟ ᴍᴀʟғʀɪᴅx༄

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age: eighteenxxgender: malexxcamp years: sixxxgoddess: nemesisxxlocation: ?? - in camp ─ towards lunch tables xxtags: hunter ─ open

This guy really had the guts to say whatever he wanted, didn't he? In fact, his blunt words hit a nerve within Samuel. He supposed some would consider the way he straightened and glared aimlessly would be a figure of overreacting, but he couldn't really help it. After all, he had indeed grown up rather miserable, yet every time his father or mother snapped something along the lines of, "Stop looking so gloomy, you should be thankful you are here," or, "What is the matter with you? Stop being so ungrateful!" he'd have no choice but to become a masked figure one more. Apparently he couldn't tune into his current emotions here without someone feeling the need to bring it up. It was almost like he, as a young man, was shamed whenever he felt down. For what reason? It wasn't "strong?" Too vulnerable? All of it was absolutely ridiculous.

"Thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better," he drawled sarcastically, tone a mutter as he stared into the soils of the ground before him. His eyes were nearly black now, a sign that his blood had begun to boil and his heart was pumping quicker, which was a trait he developed from Nemesis, along with other things. Unfortunately, Samuel hadn't had the opportunity to fool around with shadows the way his mother did, but he had seemingly developed internal shadow-like features, including a darkening of the iris. He blinked once, squeezing his hands into fists before releasing, repeating the action several times to bring him back to normal.

He merely recalled seeing Hunter at the Ares table, so his questioning really meant little when directed towards him. He was sure Hunter knew that he meant nothing by it as much as Samuel knew that, despite the rising in the blond's tone as he attempted to defend himself. "I'm only asking a question," he defended in return, giving his head a simple shake. His stomach was beginning to growl in protest, and he was feeling a bit more woozy than earlier. His eyes, now their usual shade, returned to Hunter once more. "Excuse me." With that being said, Samuel curved around the boy and dismissed himself, starting up towards the tables for lunch. He'd focus on this snow incident once he had cooled off.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House Porch |Tags: Ben|

Mirabelle flashed Ben a grateful look when he moved closer to her. Despite herself, she found her body leaning closer into the warm presence of the son of Hephaestus. She listened intently to his words, nodding slowly as she felt some of her doubts and insecurities start to settle. Campers are resilient. That line reassured her more than she let on - worry for her fellow demigods and creatures alike had been gnawing at her stomach ever since the snow started to fall. Sure, they'd had snowy days before - Mr. D often allowed some snow to dust the ground during the winter months - but nothing like this.
Ben's soft question gently pulled Mirabelle out of her thoughts. She opened her mouth to say something facetiously cheerful, but the words died in her throat. Her bubbly demeanor dropped ever so slightly as guilt pricked her chest. She couldn't lie to Ben - the perceptive boy probably would've just seen through it anyway. With a small sigh, she cast her gaze back out at the gathering snow.
"I - I've been... having dreams," she started. She twisted a lock of golden hair around a well-manicured finger as she spoke, her darkened tone giving away how unsettled she felt. "Dreams that could relate to the prophecy." There was no 'could' about it, she was quickly realising - the snow was evidence enough to that point. Besides, the mountain she'd seen in her sleep could've certainly been classified as a 'summit battered'... The fact of how fragmented her dreams had been upon waking also worried Mirabelle. She was usually able to recall her dreams with astounding clarity, save a few rare instances... Something traumatic must have happened in the dream. It was the only explanation she could think of; the only case that would cause her psyche to protect itself through repression.
"If those dreams are any indication... it seems like I'm fated to go." The reluctance in her tone was clear, though the words sounded final and decided. The duty of protecting the camp far outweighed any hesitation she may have had about the quest itself.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Stables|Tags: Ophelia & Poppy (both mentioned), Lu |

"Thanks!" Juliet beamed, accepting the feathers and tucking them into one of the large internal pockets of her coat. She couldn't suppress the surprised expression that had dawned across her features. Procuring the feathers had been much easier than she'd thought; the daughter of Zeus hadn't even asked her why she'd wanted them in the first place. "It's - uh, Lu, or something, right?" she asked, not wanting to seem suspicious by simply running off with her newly acquired supplies. Juliet had never been great with names. Even on the off-chance she did actually remember someone's name, she often came up with a silly nickname for them.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|

Chuck shook some snowflakes off of his caramel-coloured locks as he continued eating. His arms were starting to get quite cold in his short-sleeved Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Like, I should totally go to the Big House soon and see if I can scrounge up a coat or somethin', he reckoned. And maybe like, figure out what all this is about. The worst part, he noticed, was that the snow was sticking. The ground was steadily being coated in white, to Chuck's abhorrence.

(I'll post for Chuck later c:)

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri "Val" Stone|| apollo|| female|| 14 1/2| tags: Karter

Val nods and says "yeah, maybe its some sort of prank" sh thinks fr a second and says "wel the bairer lets in diffrnt elemts wothing he season what if the baer o mixed up?"

Laurel "Lu" Dane|| Zeus|| female|| 19|| tags: Juliet

Laurel smiles and says “Laurel, or lu for short” she pets bolts muzzle and says “you are?” She pulls a halter over bolts head and starts to brush his shoulders and hindquarters

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|tags:Aggy
Auggie watched the girl pull a knife out of her shorts pocket and wasn’t sure how she hadn’t notice it before, seeing as the blade was ripping a huge hole in the pocket. She snorted out a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you should be sharpening that thing when you don’t even know how to properly sheathe it?” She gave Aggy a scrutinizing look, her eyes landing on her neck and the lack of beads there. As much as August hated dealing with the other campers, this girl was new and clearly eager to prove herself. This could be fun. She almost laughed again when the girl asked if she needed to prove herself in order to borrow her whetstone, but she held it in, seeing the perfect opportunity.
She plastered a serious expression across her face, though her eyes still glittered with amusement and mischief. “Yes,”She nodded solemnly. “Don’t you know how it works? How long have you been here, kid?”

(Jamie is open, still sitting at the dining pavilion if anyone wants to intereact)

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri "Val" Stone|| apollo|| female|| 14 1/2| tags: Karter

Val nods and says "yeah, maybe its some sort of prank" sh thinks fr a second and says "wel the bairer lets in different elements with the season what if the barrier got mixed up?"

Laurel "Lu" Dane|| Zeus|| female|| 19|| tags: Juliet

Laurel smiles and says “Laurel, or lu for short” she pets bolts muzzle and says “you are?” She pulls a halter over bolts head and starts to brush his shoulders and hindquarters.

Roxanne “rox” snow|| Hades|| female|| 16|| tags: Samuel

The tall daughter of hades looks around the pavilion and decides to walk over to Samuel and says “yo what’s up!” She waves. Shadow close at her heels yips and shakes her pelt out. Roxanne says “how ya doin?”

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House Porch |Tags: Ben|

Mirabelle flashed Ben a grateful look when he moved closer to her. Despite herself, she found her body leaning closer into the warm presence of the son of Hephaestus. She listened intently to his words, nodding slowly as she felt some of her doubts and insecurities start to settle. Campers are resilient. That line reassured her more than she let on - worry for her fellow demigods and creatures alike had been gnawing at her stomach ever since the snow started to fall. Sure, they'd had snowy days before - Mr. D often allowed some snow to dust the ground during the winter months - but nothing like this.
Ben's soft question gently pulled Mirabelle out of her thoughts. She opened her mouth to say something facetiously cheerful, but the words died in her throat. Her bubbly demeanor dropped ever so slightly as guilt pricked her chest. She couldn't lie to Ben - the perceptive boy probably would've just seen through it anyway. With a small sigh, she cast her gaze back out at the gathering snow.
"I - I've been... having dreams," she started. She twisted a lock of golden hair around a well-manicured finger as she spoke, her darkened tone giving away how unsettled she felt. "Dreams that could relate to the prophecy." There was no 'could' about it, she was quickly realising - the snow was evidence enough to that point. Besides, the mountain she'd seen in her sleep could've certainly been classified as a 'summit battered'... The fact of how fragmented her dreams had been upon waking also worried Mirabelle. She was usually able to recall her dreams with astounding clarity, save a few rare instances... Something traumatic must have happened in the dream. It was the only explanation she could think of; the only case that would cause her psyche to protect itself through repression.
"If those dreams are any indication... it seems like I'm fated to go." The reluctance in her tone was clear, though the words sounded final and decided. The duty of protecting the camp far outweighed any hesitation she may have had about the quest itself.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Stables|Tags: Ophelia & Poppy (both mentioned), Lu |

"Juliet," the daughter of Hermes introduced herself. "Feel free to call me Jules. Most people do." She shifted on her feet, shooting a glance over at Ophelia and Poppy. I wonder if they have any spare feathers? The two she had would be alright, but the more the merrier. It looked as if they were getting ready to leave, though. Juliet figured she'd just go see if there were any feathers lying about after they were gone. Turning her attention back to the daughter of Zeus - or rather up; Lu was about a foot taller than her - she crossed her arms over her chest, smiling lopsidedly. Geez, and I thought Mira was tall, she mentally remarked. "So - come here often?" Juliet inquired casually. She herself didn't typically frequent the stables, though Mira had given her a few riding lessons on some of the wingless horses in the past.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Jamie|

As Chuck finished his meal, he cast another glance around the pavilion. He noticed Roxanne talking with Samuel over by the buffet table, a relatively small Hellhound close at her heels. Though the satyr loved animals of all kinds, Hellhounds always made him a bit uneasy. They were unnatural, of course, and possessed an eerie energy about them. Not to mention the fact that the large black dogs were often rather blunt and murder-oriented when it came to conversation. Rather than dwell on the foreboding hound, he turned his attention to back to the pavilion. Mr. D and Chiron were still nowhere to be seen. Some of the head counselors had begun trickling in for lunch, however. Maybe they had like, a meeting or something? the satyr mused. As he was looking around, a familiar figure at the Iris table caught his eye. Chuck figured he might as well go over and hang out, seeing as Chiron and Mr. D weren't around to enforce the rule about table seating.
"Like, hey!" he called out, nearly slipping on a pile of snow as he walked over to Jamie. "Note to self - snow and hooves? Like, not a good combo, man."

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri "Val" Stone|| apollo|| female|| 14 1/2| tags: Karter

Val nods and says "yeah, maybe its some sort of prank" sh thinks fr a second and says "wel the bairer lets in different elements with the season what if the barrier got mixed up?"

Laurel "Lu" Dane|| Zeus|| female|| 19|| tags: Juliet

Laurel smiles and says “I do come here often, well for my two boys Thunder and bolt” she pets bolth stallions. She smiles and says “want to pet Bolt?” She pets thunders white coat. Bolt whinnies happily and nuzzles Laurel’s hand looking for treats.

Roxanne “rox” snow|| Hades|| female|| 16|| tags: Samuel

The tall daughter of hades looks around the pavilion and decides to walk over to Samuel and says “yo what’s up!” She waves. Shadow close at her heels yips and shakes her pelt out. Roxanne says “how ya doin?”

[indigo']

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|tags:Chuck
Jamie looked up from his sketchbook once again as he heard someone calling out to him. He looked up and smiled when he saw Chuck making his way towards him. He opened his mouth to call back a greeting but stopped abruptly, eyes widening as the satyr nearly wiped out in the snow. “Whoa, maybe you need to invest in some snow hooves. Get it? Like, snow shoes?” He made a face, cringing at his own joke. “Yeah, that didn’t even make sense, never mind. What’s up?” He glanced up at the cloud covered sky, snowflakes dotting across his face and sticking in his eyelashes. “This is weird right? Like I know we’re in a camp for demigods and everything here is weird but this is really weird.”

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Outside Dining Pavilion|tags: Auggie

Aggy blushed, turning even redder than she already was with the healthy coating of freckles at her hero's, critique. "I-" She started to defend herself, but was cut off by other camper's next words.
Finally, someone who could help her! "I got in today." She said gruffly, hanging on the older girl's every word and watching her face anxiously, as she was sure she had already judged Aggy- and found her lacking. She squared up her shoulders, and widened her stance a bit, waiting on a command.

Henry "Hank" Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Strawberry Fields |tags: Kenna

Hank flinched at her answer, and the piercing look that followed. It was true, he really should have a better memory for these things, categorizing them in his head the way he stocked poems or bird calls.
"I'm not on to anything, it was just spitballing!" He insisted, waving a hand as if to dismiss the thought. "You're right though, we really should find a counselor, or at least get dry," He granted. Izzy had long run off to find somewhere warm and the snow was melting down his neck, chilling his back. His father's sun was long drowned out by clouds, and he was almost shivering, but he still offered an arm to Kenna. "Do you think the Dining Pavilion's a good place to start?" He asked, watching fat snowflakes reach her lashes, some attempting to catch on the hairs.