Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 8:40 am

Apollo tags draco and Val

Apollo nods and says “let me see if I can get my sister on board too”

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 8:58 am

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big house, attic
zeus(t1) - counselor
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after he had arranged the mugs out in their fitting positions, still uniform and equal to one another, separated by whether they had a godly substance within them or not, orin took a step back to admire his handiwork. a lot had gone on, but this - this was something of an art. a moment of quiet in the rush, much needed.

and to speak of quiet, he had promised himself to contact his sister when it was possible. there were little to no campers mulling about the area, no injured souls screeching for help or children of ares vying for a battle. perhaps now was the time. he wasn't sure when else he would receive the opportunity.

for a semblance of privacy, he shifted himself up into the attic. the floorboards creaked as he entered the room reserved for quest trophies, and he took a few moments to admire them before he got to work.
orin used the light of the overhead lamp to shine against a ring on his right finger, a crystal designed for just this - and once the rays bounced, making little kaleidoscopic beams, he pulled a drachma from his back pocket and flipped it into the air. "o, iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. show me aisling gorman, boston."

it took a while to go through, but when it did, he saw the face of his sister in the created mist. "hey. you alright? i've had a busy day. i meant to check in, tell you i was alright." he said.
"i was ringing you, you know," something in her voice sounded wobbly.
"my phone's still in my case. and - you know, i can't answer it. it's for emergencies only," a pause. "oh. is there an emergency?"
"me and mam are going back to cork. tonight," she frowned. "so you didn't read the text either? or the email?"
"home? why? uh - it's been a busy day. you heard about the snow?" he was beginning to match her expression.
"yeah. yeah, we wondered." a telltale shake in her voice. "i didn't want to tell you like this. um, but -"
"ash -" orin warned.
"it's nan. we got the call this morning. she's - no-one had seen her in a while, and one of her neighbours, you know miss mccullough, she called for help, and they found her." a moment of silence. upon focusing, orin could see the red of her scleras, the draw of her cheekbones, the swell of her eyelids. "she had a heart attack two nights ago. we have to go back. i called to see if you could, you know - if you could come."
for a prolonged period of time, he was quiet. a sense of disquiet settled in the empty attic. the dust seemed to fill the air. "oh," he managed.
"can you? we can get you a taxi and a plane ticket,"
"i can't," he stammered. "there's - there're things going on here, aisling. i can't come." it was tearing him apart to say it, but he had to anyway. at regular intervals, he took a deep breath, held it in his chest, and let it out laboriously. "um - i'll... there's a lot going on. i'll - text me when you're in cork. and - and - and stay there, right? 'cos this is big, and i don't want you anywhere near it."
"is everything alright?" a tear fell down her cheek.
"always. always," he nodded, lips pursed. "it's fine. um - i'll see if i can make it soon. i don't know. but - uh - have a - have a safe flight. i love you. look after mam for me, yeah? can you do that?"
"yeah," an alarm rang on her phone. "i have to go. sorry. i'm sorry, orin. um - i'll - i'll speak to you soon. good luck."

he waved through the mist, cutting off the call, and fell unceremoniously against the wall, sinking down it.

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 9:02 am

Laurel tags Orin

Lu spots Orin and walks to him and sits beside him “Orin,..” Diana pads over and sets her head in Orin’s lap and looks at him with chocolate brown eyes

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 9:54 am

Mirabelle may have been sitting up before, but the world had started spinning again so she'd thought it best to lie back down again. She was in the midst of sorting through her thoughts - all a grand jumble of confusion - when something pulled her into the present. Something warm. She blinked a few times, trying desperately to clear her foggy brain as she attempted to pinpoint the source of the warmth. She was able to focus enough to make out a familiar canine form resting her head atop her chest. A weak smile graced her lips. With some difficulty, she raised a heavy arm to pet the English Pointer's soft face. She could feel a happy tail thumping somewhere near her legs as she did.
The thought registered that she was still wearing her armour - minus her helmet; what exactly had happened there? - as the warmth of the dog contrasted cruelly with the sharp cold of her celestial bronze breastplate. She would have simply gotten up and shed her armour, but she didn't want to disturb the content canine lying close to her. That, and she was certainly too weak to do so, though she would never admit it.

(I'll post for her later c:)

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside the Medical Tent|Tags: Draco, Val, Apollo|

Seeing that everything was well in hand, Juliet gave everyone a singular wave and slipped out of the warm building. The cold hit her like a slap to the face, but she gritted her teeth and forged her way towards the medical tent. Thankfully, it seemed that the Ares campers had finally taken care of Frosty - one of them was parading around with the snowman’s head on a spear, yelling incoherently. Juliet rolled her eyes as she jogged past, though she couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
When she reached the medical tent, her intent to enter was quickly dampered by a large form blocking the way. She could make out two other people with the - wait, was that a centaur? Man, all sorts of weird things were happening today.
“Hey! Stable boy!” she called out rather irritably. “Couldja move your big horse butt out of the way? I wanna get in there. Got a message from Mr. D. He wants all these campers moved to the Big House.” That, and she was practically bursting to see if a certain someone was inside. She's probably helping out with all the injuries, Juliet reassured herself. Selfless gal that she is. Despite her attempts, worry still gnawed at her insides. A strange feeling had formed in her gut, a feeling that only meant one thing - something was wrong. She didn't know exactly what, but she had a sinking suspicion that it had something to do with the person she'd come to check for.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang, Val, Draco, Juliet|

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin when a new face poked into the medical tent. "Uh, yeah, actually?" he bleated. "You're like, a centaur or something, right?" It was a fair guess, especially due to the apparent height of the new guy. His keen hearing picked up on Juliet's words from outside the tent. At least all the potentially hypothermic campers would be moved somewhere warm. "If you are, could you like, maybe start taking some of these wounded and like, hypothermic dudes up to the Big House? It would be like, a huge help. I think a good amount of them, like, probably can't walk, you know?" He turned to Val and Apollo before continuing. "Like, if you guys could help move them as well, that would be great. We need all the help we can get with moving these dudes. Especially because, like, gotta keep 'em warm on the way. That.. might be harder than I thought." He scratched his head, glancing back at the many unconscious and otherwise incapacitated demigods resting in the medical tent.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Harper's|Tags: Nicholas|

The sounds of laughter and general mortal chatter flowing out from the rather unremarkable building twisted a knot in Vivienne's stomach. She had never been one for crowds - heck, the most interaction with real live people she'd had in a long time was the attack on Camp Half-Blood. Ever controlled on the outside, she kept her expression flat and serious. After all, trepidation could easily be seen as weakness. If there was anything Vivienne despised more than that wretched camp, it was weakness. Well, almost more than. It was a close second.
This was a large part of the reason that she'd been seriously contemplating turning the man at the door - a bouncer? she didn't exactly know the terminology - into a life-size ice sculpture. Thankfully, the enigmatic Dr. Nicholas Storm came to the rescue. Her face slowly morphed into a scowl at the prospect of being treated like a child, but she quickly rationalised his words. Mortals had bizarre customs, to say the least, and it seemed that this Dr. Storm was much more adept at manipulating them than she. She had been out of the loop for quite a while, after all. The last time she had even been around mortals for extended periods was when she was bouncing around the foster system, when she'd met -
No.
She quickly diverted her thoughts away from the memory that brought her so much pain and fondness simultaneously. Right. Focus. She was here for a reason, after all. As Vivienne begrudgingly followed Nicholas inside, the bustling atmosphere and cacophony of sound made her head spin. She felt her heart race in her chest, and her breathing rate increase more rapidly. Despite the infrequency of this occurrence, she knew she was quickly becoming overwhelmed. She did her very best to maintain her stony countenance, though in a situation like this, something was bound to slip through the cracks. Bowing her head slightly so not to be noticed, the young woman approached the counter and slid onto a seat at the very end. Was this a... bar? She had only heard about such places from various foster parents; she'd never actually been inside of one herself. Noisy was the first word that came to mind. She wrinkled her nose at the boisterous atmosphere. Why on earth would Nicholas choose to work somewhere like this? The concept was beyond her. Her icy gaze flickered to the man in question, who was filling orders for what she assumed to be alcoholic beverages. He must be the... bar-worker? Barman? Drink-maker? After a few attempts, she gave up trying to guess his job title and simply sat stiffly on the stool. As she waited politely for a break in the drink orders, she tried to shut out the raucous environment around her. Falling back on old habits, she mentally recited a bit of poetry to distract herself.
One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted
One need not be a House -
The Brain has Corridors - surpassing
Material place -
Poetry had always been a comfort to Vivienne, ever since she'd learned of its existence in some English class in grade school. Her ravenous appetite for poetry had only grown since then. The bustle of the bar soon faded away, replaced by the dulcetly melancholic lines of Dickinson's poem.

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 10:21 am

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The medical tent|Tags: medical tent people|

Draco flicked his tail at the 'nickname'.

"Sorry munchkin." Draco said with a small grin as he moved out of the way.

"Yeah I'll help ya sir just let me get out of this miss' way. And yeah I'm a centaur, but I'm not sure if I'll fit in the tent."
The thought worried Draco.
He turned to the girl and Apollo. "If you'll put them on my back I'll pack em to the Big house."

Draco grabbed a horse blanket out of a big pocket in his medical supplies. "Here this'll be good for keepin them warm." He said handling it to the satyr.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 10:30 am

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Aiden's muscles relaxed as the heat from the medical tent washed over him, a sense of familiarity causing his adrenaline to fizzle out. Poor timing, as he nearly dropped the nigh-frozen Skylar in the process. "Blankets," he repeated, voice murmuring, before taking a seat himself once Skylar was comfortable. His moment of rest didn't quite last long enough, as he hopped back up in response to the satyr's return. He offered a brief thank you to Chuck and sat next to the unfortunate soul, supporting her head to force feed her some ambrosia (as gently as one could do such a task). The cluster of campers bustling around the medical tent definitely created a claustrophobic feel, but Aiden bustled around like the best of them, determined to keep himself busy.

He'd seen his share of crazy in the camp, but something about the method of this craziness left him drained. He attempted to brush off his weakness by helping out the satyrs, Apollo, and the rest of his kids buzzing through the tent like flies. In the moment, he completely disregarded Teilo; not intentionally, but with all the thoughts wedged in his mental gears, he found it really difficult to address a single thing at a time. Instead, he busied himself, using the consistent back and forth of physical labor to allow him to sort through all his thoughts. He'd had an epiphany earlier, one that he'd yet to share with anyone besides Teilo, whom he doubted even grasped the significance of the discovery. There was the addition of the other's claiming, which despite the can of worms it was likely to open up, felt like the easiest to bring up first. And with Skylar's near-death experience, not to mention realizing soon after bringing the Hecate camper to safety, Mira's, he'd talk with them later about the former of the two topics.

"Teilo," Aiden put on a strong face, seeming almost steadfast in the face of all the events that should be taking their tolls. "I think, I-I think they're good here now. Wouldn't want to clutter this place up than it already is," he nudged the other's shoulder. "Let's go get some of that hot chocolate at the dining hall, I'm beat." He shuffled his way out of the tent, waving to both Chuck and Apollo as he departed. He heard someone insist that he stay and get his own injuries looked at, but in all honesty, he'd completely forgotten he'd taken a few blows in the first place. "I'm fine, you can save that for the people who need it." He pulled up the parka hood to mask the painful injuries, nodding for Teilo to follow him to the dining pavilion. "I've got a couple of things to ask you if you don't mind." He waited for the older teen to catch up before he started dropping bombshells. "So uh... child of Thanatos huh?" Aiden reiterated, still not fully believing the claiming himself.

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Nicholas briefly passed by the demigod during his return behind the bartop. "Alright Viv, just give me a hot second and I'll sit and chat." He spoke to her so casually, as though the two had known each other for years. Nick slipped the ring off his finger and placed it in front of Vivienne, sliding it towards her. "Something tells me Khione never actually told you anything about me, so give it a once over for a few answers while I'm busy--" Someone whistled from the middle of the bar, impatiently demanding another drink. "Whistle at me one more time and see what happens!" He spat venom in their direction. "I'm not your damn dog." Briefly, he turned back to his her. "Excuse me,"

The god certainly had his work cut out for him. He dropped an order for a plate of fries for Vivienne to snack on while he caught up, holding down the fort until his partner arrived. The fries came out promptly, sizzling hot, and presented with a side of beer cheese. The ring Nick had given her was probably the most familiar thing about Nicholas so far; it was made out of a single piece of Stygian Iron with a distinct symbol branded into its face, as opposed to housing a gemstone. The symbol was a horizontal eye, consisting of the tapered oval, a pupil, and five straight lashes on either side. Other than the traditional aura Stygian Iron gave off, it seemed unremarkable.

As Nicholas worked the bar, filling order after order, the idea of him being a god felt less and less like reality. He walked and talked as any mortal would, and his vocabulary was filled with a wide enough variety of curses and swears that any sailor would be proud. His wings appeared nonexistent, but the Mist flickered briefly when he reached for a bottle of gin as a wing stretched to catch a second bottle from cascading to the floor. No one else seemed to notice.

A woman, younger than Nick and decorated nearly head to toe in tattoos, strutted behind the counter out from the back. "Mox!" A mix of relief and joy filled his tone. "There you are, where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" She rolled her eyes, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. "Yeah yeah, I know. How's the night been?" He angrily gestured to the entirety of the bar. "Do you need help getting caught up?" "Well I'm good now." He growled. "Just hold down the fort for me on orders, I've got something to take care of." He didn't give the woman a chance to argue, at last sliding to a halt at the end of the bar where Vivienne sat. "Sorry about that, but in all honesty, you could not have come at a worse time. I hate that you have to see me in such an... unflattering light."

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 10:39 am

Valkeri tags draco

Val nods and says “ok I’ll help get them on your back”

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My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 11:31 am

Valkeri tags draco

Val nods and says “skylar first?”

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 11:35 am

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