|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Ophelia|
Mirabelle met Ophelia's gaze as the question was posed. "I suppose I do," she stated, albeit cautiously. Memories of her father flooded back to her. The only time she really ate soup was when she wasn't feeling well, and he'd made his homemade butternut squash soup every time. But that was before... Guilt stabbed at her heart like a dagger, twisting in her gut. She blinked, pulling herself back to the conversation at hand. "Butternut squash has always been my favourite." She slapped a smile on her face as she spoke, trying her best to keep her tone lighthearted. Despite her sudden lack of an appetite, Mirabelle forked some salad onto a plate. She figured she ought to eat something at least, and a salad was always a good option.
|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Walking Through Camp|Tags: Alex|
Juliet snickered at his mention of Rasputin. She recalled watching Anastasia as a child with her mother. Rasputin had been one of her favourite characters; she just couldn't get enough of the animated creepiness of his magical abilities. She didn't catch on to Alex's hidden glee over capture the flag, instead shrugging. "Yeah, it would suck majorly if they cancelled," she groaned. "Let's just hope this crazy weather doesn't turn into a full-blown blizzard, and we should be fine."
|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest|Tags: Jamie|
"Like, I hope so," Chuck sighed. "You're probably right though. I'd bet the wine dude has some sort of, like, protection on 'em or something, you know?" He kicked a clump of snow with his hoof, aware that he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than anyone else. He noticed that they'd reached the edges of the forest - a sizable group of satyrs and nymphs were gathered near the trees. They looked like they were discussing something, but their voices were muffled by the wind. "Whoa, I wonder what that's about?" he mused aloud.
|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: Khione, Mysterious Stranger|
Vivienne's eyes narrowed at the comment about 'matching outfits', though it seemed her mother chose to ignore it. The two icy individuals led the stranger into a rather cozy living area, devoid of a fireplace, however. Khione swiftly seated herself in the tallest wingback chair, leaving Vivienne to take a seat on one of the smaller chairs beside her.
"Yes, I have to say, Hyperborean giants and cold spirits make surprisingly good interior decorators," Khione stated.
Vivienne simply nodded, staying quiet for the time being.
"Getting down to business," the snow goddess stated stoically. "I've invited you here because we plan on destroying Camp Half-Blood, and anyone inside." Her coffee-brown eyes glittered with something yet unspoken, but Vivienne wasn't quite sure what her mother was getting at. They were going to destroy Camp Half-Blood. That was it, as far as she was concerned.