Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Pippa, Ophelia|

Mirabelle smiled, a sad yet genuine smile. Pippa's concern for her and Ophelia was touching. She could tell that the other girl wasn't necessarily being fully honest about her feelings, but decided not to push it for the time being. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be here," she said reassuringly. "At least, until the quest starts. But even then - I'm only an Iris message away."
When they caught up with Ophelia at the dining pavilion. Mirabelle sensed that something wasn't quite right. Despite all of Ophelia's methods to hide her emotions, the Aphrodite head counselor could usually tell when someone had been crying. She was rather an expert on hiding tears herself - she had years of practise on that front. Though worry prickled at her heart, she decided not to say anything for now. If I were in her shoes, I would want to pretend it never happened and move on. Instead, she offered Ophelia a smile and headed over to the buffet table to figure out what she wanted to eat.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Walking Through Camp|Tags: Alex|

"Yeah, we totally make a habit out of angering evil Elsa in particular," Juliet snickered. A cold breeze blew sharply in her direction with quite some force, nearly making her stumble. She glared up at the sky and cursed under her breath in ancient greek. As she turned back to the Aphrodite kid, her playful smirk returned. "But nah. Even we couldn't pull something like this off. The gods are pretty much the only ones who can control the weather in camp to this major of an extent, or so I've been told." She absently noted to test that theory eventually. Maybe get a bunch of Zeus campers together and see what happens? "Anyways," Juliet continued. "I'm really hoping they don't cancel Capture the Flag tonight. Aiden - you know, the Athena head counselor? He said they might if the weather keeps up."

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking Through Camp|Tags: Jamie|

"Like, thanks, man!" Chuck smiled when Jamie complimented his reed pipe playing. "Like, I'll totally have to try that soon. They were like, chill with Pink Floyd, man, even got 'em to grow faster! ...Village People, on the other hand..." He rubbed his throat reflexively. "They like, totally tried to strangle me. Not cool, strawberry dudes, not cool." He thought back on the now snow-covered fields. "Hopefully, like, Mr. D or someone's protecting them with like, some sort of godly power or something. Even if they don't like me. We still need the income to keep this place up and runnin', you know?" He shook his head slowly. "That's just capitalism, man."


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: Khione, Mysterious Stranger|

Vivienne's indignance was interrupted by the commanding presence of someone new. She kept her face a stony mask of stolidity as she looked over the stranger. Given his glimmering black wings, her first thought was Thanatos. But there was something decidedly un-Thanatos about this newcomer... his formal mannerisms, his thin build, and not to mention his paler skin - Thanatos had skin the colour of teakwood, Vivienne recalled from her years of study on the Greek gods. She turned to her mother with a calculating stare, silently demanding an explanation.
Khione nodded sharply. "This is my protégé," the goddess introduced her, though her voice remained cold and unemotional. Her white maxi dress shimmered like the spiraling snowflakes around them as she moved closer to the stranger. "Vivienne, this is... an acquaintance." She hissed out the last word, subtly letting her daughter know that he was an ally. "Let us come... inside. There is much to discuss." The goddess led them into the system of tunnels that had served as Vivienne's home for the good part of five years.
Though Vivienne's exterior remained cool and collected, internally, she was brimming with questions. Her mother had never told her that they were to meet with a potential ally that day... Thankfully, she was still dressed in semi-formal clothing; a pale blue gown embroidered with white snowflakes. She felt mildly betrayed that Khione hadn't talked this over with her first, but she supposed that there hadn't necessarily been time - after all, the goddess had been quite busy dumping snow all over the state of New York.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Aydan Tags: Val Location: Lake

"Tch, you really should watch where you are going." Aydan said annoyed. He looked back to the lake and decided to try his freezing and unfreezing out. He concentrated on the lake to make it unfreeze, he wasn't sure how to do it so he just thought of warm things which made his skin crawl. He then noticed a small patch of ice had melted away. He breathed out in exhaustion, he'd definitely need more practice on his technique and concentration. He looked at the girl in her pet "what are you two doing running around for anyway?" he asked coldly with a cloud coming out of his mouth with each word.

Val tags aydan

Val snorts and gets up “well my fox here kinda got lose and me and Nancy were trying to catch her” sunny paws at aydans leg and yips.

[demolition lovers]

Satchiko Hironami | Poseidon | Tagging: Jolene | Location: Camp


Satchi shrugged. "I mean, I try not to read into it TOO much. Our heritage isn’t our fault, right? We don’t get to CHOOSE who our parents are." She shivered, goosebumps forming on her arms under her thin sleeves. "Let’s head to the dining pavilion, eh? Get out of this crazy snow..."

((on mobile so not as pretty or long, I’m sorry : ( ))

Jo grinned. “True enough.” She said. Didn’t make it any easier to be okay with being an outcast. It’s not like her father really cared enough either...whatever. “I hate it.” She sighed. “It’s not really my thing, being a southern girl.”

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
the canoe lake
thanatos - unclaimed
mentioned: n/a
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everything had been quiet for a long time.

teilo's arrival at camp had occurred around january. he had hitched a ride on a plane, unannounced - overexerting himself with such extensive uses of invisibility, mind - and found himself in the bits of maryland without a dollar to his name. of course, he didn't need a dollar to his name - the aforementioned ability made petty theft a very viable option, though the locks that separated him from cushy hotel rooms impeded on his comfort greatly. it was as he was considering whether or not it had all been a mistake that he was found, a week into his homelessness - likely stinking, he thought - and brought to the camp.

that was the abridged version. there was a lot more to that story. a lot more about baltimore, about the people he saw there, the people that real people couldn't see.
because they were ghosts, he was certain. no medication could wipe them away, no psychologist could explain the depth of the descriptions, of the stories that he should not have been able to tell had he not been a proxy for some hell-bent spirit. the ghosts didn't matter. they weren't inside the camp. that was good. that was one of the only things keeping him here, so far from home. no spirits, no ghouls. a good night's sleep.

when he woke to bounds of summer campers entering the cabin that he had been pushed into when he was not immediately claimed, he was disgruntled, to say the least. it had all been so quiet, and now it was screaming laughter and shouting and people greeting one another. teilo sank into the background, as he normally did, and was greeted with something rather unnatural.
snow.

he quite liked the snow. it was june, but he wasn't going to judge. strange weather patterns weren't unnatural to him. for that reason, he had a surplus of hoodies underneath his bed, from which he retrieved an article, got it on, and slipped out of the door, perpetually unobserved by the new, loud faces.
the weather felt a bit like home. it was bitterly cold, and the wind brushed against his face like needles. it pricked at his skin, brought colour to pale cheeks, and he found himself wandering toward the canoe lake, frozen over.

everything had been quiet for a long time, and now it was getting loud again. there were people fluttering about, talking, cheering, and he was sat, watching the way the rays of obscured sun shimmered on the ice, yearning for that silence again. when he had pulled his phone out for the purposes of music, he had been chided. what he would give for a bit of bowie right now. to drown out all the noise.
he was surrounded by people, and yet he was still stuck feeling like he was on his own. left to his own devices, he was told to take the shelter or leave it - and for the most part, he took it. not because he wanted the protection, no - but because outside of the so-called 'forcefield' were swathes of spirits vying for his attention. he just wanted it to be quiet again. if he could focus on the ice - the shine, the glimmer, then maybe he could drown it all out.

or maybe not.

[*Lovel*]

Aydan Tags: Val Location: Lake

Aydan looked at the girl begrudgingly, annoyed that she let her fox run loose. "You need to be careful, your fox could get hurt." he said leering at Val. Aydan looked down at Sunny pawing at him, he gave the fox a small smile and scratched it's head softly. He had a soft spot for Canines so seeing the fox bettered his mood slightly.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri tags aydan

Valkeri smiles and says “yeah I won’t let her lose again” she picks up sunny and sunny whimpers at Val. Val smiles and says “i think she likes you” she smiles and pets the little fox’s head

[indigo']

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Walking through camp|tags:Chuck
Jamie nodded, watching the snow settle on the ground around them as he listened to Chuck. His eyes widened slightly at the mention of strawberries trying to strangle him. He couldn’t blame them for not liking Village People, but he didn’t know fruit could be so violent. “They must be,” He agreed when Chuck mentioned Mr. D could be protecting the crop. “Everything else around here is protected how hard would it be to...” He trailed off, looking up at the sky as he realized the mistake in his words. Everything else around here was supposed to be protected, but if unwanted snow was breaching the protective barrier around camp, who knows what else could happen. He shivered, but not from the cold, suddenly feeling a lot less safe at the one place demigods were supposed to be. “I’m sure they’ll be fine.” He said finally, wanting to be reassuring and not wanting to think about what would happen if they ran out of money to keep camp running.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | Dining Pavilion ➡ Canoe Lake | Tags: Teilo Griffin
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

Aiden downed the remainder of his lunch in record time, masking a burp behind his hand. A few of the other campers tended to chide him when he ate, trying to get him to slow down so he didn't get a bellyache, or worse yet, choke. He tended to ignore them; it was a bad habit of his, sure, but it felt not worth the effort for him to change it. He tossed his now empty plate into the trash and turned towards the cabins, finding their roofs already weighted with snow. How long will this keep up? Aiden knew that it had to do with the prophecy, but that thought stayed in the back of his mind for the most part. Crazy stuff always happens when the summer campers get here, it seems like. Pulling up his hood, the child of Athena waded into the snow. As he walked, he noticed Canoe Lake out of the corner of his eye. It had frozen over completely already, which certainly was a sight to see in the middle of June. He wondered if they'd shift Camp Events to be more wintertime activities if the weather kept up. Seeing the summer campers try that was amusing.

"Hey!" Aiden spotted another camper standing out on the ice, completely alone. He frowned; the Athenian head counselor couldn't tell who it was at this distance, so he jogged (more like trudged) his way through the snow until he made it to the shoreline. Out on the ice, his steps were more calculated. "What are you doing all the way out here?" He paused, trying to remember the camper's name. "Tealer, right? Something like that?" Aiden wasn't great with names, they were the least memorable thing about a person. He came to a stop next to the older teen, his shoes sliding unhappily on the frozen lake surface.

A stranger approaches ! ! | Tags: Vivienne Isole, Khione
She certainly has "cold and calculating" down pat. He observed. Amethyst eyes flicked momentarily between the pair; there was some unresolved tension between them. Before the stranger could excuse himself for interrupting a clearly private moment, Khione approached and introduced him to the demigod Vivienne as an acquaintance. He appreciated being given the opportunity to introduce himself properly. At the goddess' command, he followed behind her and the demigod as they led the way into a series of manmade caves weaving their way into the mountain. "Rather cozy, considering the weather." He remarked, eyes studying the earthen structure that swallowed them ever deeper. "And I must say, I'm a fan of the matching outfits." His tone was a jovial one, and it didn't seem to fade in the presence of two others with moods far chillier. "But I doubt you invited me here to critique your wardrobe, as fun as that would be." He flicked his wings free of melted snow before meeting the snow goddess' eyes. "You have my curiosity, but not my attention. Not yet."

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
the canoe lake
thanatos - unclaimed
mentioned: aiden
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the silence was broken by the crunch of shoes on unfettered snow and the call of a camper who was, undoubtedly, attempting to get his attention. there was no-one else around to be calling to. they had to be speaking to him, and yet, he did not remove his gaze from the ice, as though if he looked away, something would erupt from it - something grandiose and wonderful - something that would tell him what he was supposed to be doing.

it had shocked him, the shout, but he did not allow it to show, just turned his head slowly toward the source of the noise, a teenager, stumbling carefully toward him, hazard thrown to the wind. he was stepping on the ice. it made a different noise. he puffed a breath that may have been shock or exasperation - he could see it cloud in front of him, disappearing as soon as it came. the camper, a boy, looked young - deceptively young, he noted. short, curious-looking, and then -

the name. the mispronunciation. teilo did his best not to bristle. it was a very rare name, after all. his mother had told him this. he had had supply teachers butcher it much less earnestly, and the conglomerate of irritation boiled over, spilt, and calmed in the time it took for the camper to slow down. "teilo," he corrected. "like tyler, but.. surprised." he was quiet, quiet enough that the words barely penetrated the freezing air, but hoped not to have to repeat himself. "everything was getting rather loud, so i came out here." he paused. "i'm sorry, i'm not sure i know your name. there are a lot of people. i'm new." as if that wasn't obvious. "lovely weather, isn't it?" it wasn't - it was unusual, but it was familiar for him. he knew snow. he knew the cold. the buzz of his fingers, the burn in his ears, they were all comfortable fallbacks. he couldn't say that he was a fan of the american sun,
and the chance to cover himself wholly in garb that was fitting for the temperature was one that he was thankful for.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|She/her|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Armoury---> wandering|tags: Open, mentions Auggie

Aggy crunched through the snow a good distance before she stopped to consider where the purple haired girl had gotten to. Having just gotten there that day, she didn't know the full venue of options.
She stood rocking on the balls of her feet as she tried to work it out, to little use. She just didn't know enough about her. She'd probably want to be somewhere warm and dry after the incident, which narrows it down, she thought, grimacing when she realized how little that changed things.

Ophelia Rogers|She/her|Aphrodite|Location: Dining Pavilion|tags: Mira

Good, I'm clear. Ophelia let out a rather shaky breath, offered a steadier smile, then settled back into stride with Mira. She stuck by Mira as they entered the dining pavilion, feeling a little awkward after the speech she'd made a bit ago. It really wasn't my business, she thought, surveying the food options to avoid looking at Mira. And that's an oof. The easy silence from breakfast was gone, replaced by something much more tense. But Ophelia had meant every word of it.

She stroked her butterfly as she decided on what to eat. There were so many choices. There was always choices at Camp.
She ended up with a soup of some sort, caring more about the temperature than what was actually floating in the chicken broth. Ophelia hadn't been lying earlier, at least not fully. The cold did get to her.
It was now that she decided to break the ice with some small talk, hating the painful silence. She looked to her bowl for inspiration. "Do you have a favorite soup?" She asked softly.

Henry "Hank" Walker|He/him|Apollo|Location: Forge|tags: Ben Lu, Izzy

Hank rubbed Izzy's head for a moment, grateful to have her back. "Hey Missy, wanna check your gear for tonight, hmmm?" He said softly to her, her soulful eyes staring back at him as he leaned over to massage her skull.
She looked up, holding his gaze, and he could've sworn she could read his thoughts. Nothing you'd want to see here girl, just a lot of snow, he thought, green eyes looking back at her.
Then a pink tongue emerged, and she licked his nose, breaking the moment.

He pulled away, noting the blade Ben had been working on, still fresh from the forge. He stepped closer to examine it, but he couldn't really tell what it was supposed to be. Hank knew the artist's process meant an ugly thing in progress would usually turn out beautiful, especially from his experience with his own cabinmates. But there was also a reason that Hank was not a visual artist. "What'cha making there?" He asked, nodding toward the thing.
It was entirely possible that Hank was intruding on something, but the girl hadn't said anything since he'd arrived, so he wasn't too concerned.

Alex Burns|17|He/him| Aphrodite| Location: Leaving bathrooms| Tags: Juliet

Alex made a show of spreading his arms in mock horror. "As long as you're not angering that Rasputin dude, I'm game," He said, before flinching at the sudden gust of snow. Although he only knew him from the animated Anastasia movie, Alex still disliked him, having gotten nightmares when he watched him come back from the dead as a child.
Alex brightened at that last thought, but only for a moment before he realized that he was supposed to be sad about this. Alex wasn't a fan of capture the flag, mainly because it contained more "Shoot, I'm dying" drama than fun drama, like who had just broken up.
"That's awful" He said in solidarity, and attempted to look sad. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling.