|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Ophelia, Poppy|
Mirabelle headed over to join Ophelia at the Aphrodite table, intent on getting her hands on some hot cocoa.
|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Canoe Lake|Tags: Aiden and Tielo |
Juliet swore under her breath as the ice gave way beneath their feet. "Oh, this is bad, this is bad." She usually wasn't one to panic in the face of danger, but the dark waters of the lake lapped ominously around the two campers; a jagged hole in the fragile ice. Still skirting the lake, she ran over to see who had fallen in. Oh no. It was Aiden, and some new kid she'd vaguely recognised from the Hermes Cabin. Crap. What do I do? I can't swim. Even if she could, the water was undoubtedly ice-cold. I'll be no use to them if I fall in too. A call for help jolted her out of her panicked thoughts. Adrenaline washed over Juliet as she ran towards the voice, faster than she'd initially thought she could.
By the time she'd reached the two boys, the new one had thankfully hoisted them up onto the bank of the lake. Even so, they were freezing. Juliet knew they could easily become hypothermic if they weren't warmed up in time. She knelt down next to him, shrugging off her winter bomber jacket and offering it to the boys as quickly as she could. Silently, she wrapped one of Aiden's rather limp arms around her shoulder. "Help me get him up," she told the other boy. "We've gotta get you guys inside before your freeze to death." Oh gods, please be okay.
|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest|Tags: Jamie|
|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: Khione, Nicholas Storm|
Vivienne had to admit, this 'Nicholas Storm' was a bit charming, in an odd way. She nodded sharply, suddenly unsure of what to say. Though she knew in theory how to be diplomatic, socialising with others was not something that came naturally to her. Especially when those 'others' were gods of some sort.
Khione turned her attention back to Nicholas and his comment about their plot for that evening. "Let's just say we have plans for that... silly game of theirs," she practically purred.
Vivienne resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Mother sure likes being cryptic. She turned to Nicholas, forcing herself to meet his gaze with steely indifference. "We're going to bury them in snow," she stated bluntly.
Khione looked a bit ruffled by her daughter's full-disclosure attitude, but held her tongue about that for the time being. "That's a simple way of putting it, but yes. We're planning our first attack during the game tonight. They should be distracted enough that they won't see it coming."
Mirabelle couldn't help but chuckle when Poppy pointed out their matching accessories. Even just being in the presence of someone so positive and upbeat was starting to make her own typical chipper attitude return. Though she didn't usually handle the cold well, she had to admit that the snow was rather beautiful. Maybe I'll sketch out some winter fashion ideas later, if there's time. Her smile faltered ever so slightly as Poppy asked about their previous conversation. "Nothing really important, just lunch," she replied, attempting to keep her demeanor light. She shot an apologetic glance at Ophelia again, hoping she hadn't come off as rude or sulky earlier. The last thing she wanted was to tear a rift between them, or cause her cabinmate undue worry.
Mirabelle headed over to join Ophelia at the Aphrodite table, intent on getting her hands on some hot cocoa.
|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Canoe Lake|Tags: Aiden and Tielo |
Juliet swore under her breath as the ice gave way beneath their feet. "Oh, this is bad, this is bad." She usually wasn't one to panic in the face of danger, but the dark waters of the lake lapped ominously around the two campers; a jagged hole in the fragile ice. Still skirting the lake, she ran over to see who had fallen in. Oh no. It was Aiden, and some new kid she'd vaguely recognised from the Hermes Cabin. Crap. What do I do? I can't swim. Even if she could, the water was undoubtedly ice-cold. I'll be no use to them if I fall in too. A call for help jolted her out of her panicked thoughts. Adrenaline washed over Juliet as she ran towards the voice, faster than she'd initially thought she could.
By the time she'd reached the two boys, the new one had thankfully hoisted them up onto the bank of the lake. Even so, they were freezing. Juliet knew they could easily become hypothermic if they weren't warmed up in time. She knelt down next to him, shrugging off her winter bomber jacket and offering it to the boys as quickly as she could. Silently, she wrapped one of Aiden's rather limp arms around her shoulder. "Help me get him up," she told the other boy. "We've gotta get you guys inside before your freeze to death." Oh gods, please be okay.
|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest|Tags: Jamie|
"Huh?" Chuck blinked, following where Jamie's finger was pointing. He tried looking up, but the action tilted his head and the wren fluttered down to land on one of his arms with an irritated chirp. "Oh, like, hey." He was not prepared for what happened next. The bird let loose a barrage of rather... unrepeatable language, yelling about the snow and migration patterns, and the animals getting all confused at the shift in weather. Chuck's eyes grew gradually wider as she angrily demanded an explanation. To anyone who didn't speak bird, it simply sounded like loud tweeting. "Okay okay! Like, geez, slow down, man!"
The wren tweeted angrily at him once more, fluffing up its feathers against the cold.
"Oh - like - sorry. Ma'am." Chuck scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, turning to Jamie. "So uh - apparently the weather is like, totally messing with the animals," he informed him. "Like, hibernation, migration, you name it. It's all being like, totally messed up."
|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: Khione, Nicholas Storm|
Vivienne had to admit, this 'Nicholas Storm' was a bit charming, in an odd way. She nodded sharply, suddenly unsure of what to say. Though she knew in theory how to be diplomatic, socialising with others was not something that came naturally to her. Especially when those 'others' were gods of some sort.
Khione turned her attention back to Nicholas and his comment about their plot for that evening. "Let's just say we have plans for that... silly game of theirs," she practically purred.
Vivienne resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Mother sure likes being cryptic. She turned to Nicholas, forcing herself to meet his gaze with steely indifference. "We're going to bury them in snow," she stated bluntly.
Khione looked a bit ruffled by her daughter's full-disclosure attitude, but held her tongue about that for the time being. "That's a simple way of putting it, but yes. We're planning our first attack during the game tonight. They should be distracted enough that they won't see it coming."