Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 11:45 am

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang, Izzy, Juliet|

Mirabelle furrowed her brow as she attempted once more to concentrate on her surroundings. Ugh. I hate feeling like this. At least that thought had been conscious. The sensation of helplessness was one thing that Mirabelle Everhart despised more than almost anything she had come across in her lifetime. She was a warrior - she should be able to handle herself in any situation, even something like this. Thankfully, her brain was returning to cognisance, albeit slowly. General confusion still clung to her mind like cobwebs. Focus on the present, just for now. She blinked hard to clear her vision as she attempted to rise into a sitting position. The usually simple action was further complicated by her severe shivering in her body's attempt at regulating it's temperature. Despite the obstacles, she managed to hoist herself into a sitting position. Izzy's head was displaced in the process, to which Mirabelle uttered a quiet apology through chattering teeth.
In the general bleariness of her mind, she thought she could see campers getting everyone ready to move somewhere. She figured she ought to get herself ready to move as well, and made the mistake of rising to her feet - only to stumble against a familiar form.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Draco --> Med tent gang, Mira|

"Munchkin!?" Juliet fumed, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why, I've never been so offended in my life!" She couldn't stop her face from splitting into a grin as she laughed, obviously very amused by her own antics. "Seriously though, good one." She gave the centaur a mock-salute and slipped inside the medical tent.
Chaos was the first word that came to mind as she pushed through the tent flap - a word she was very fond of. Oh, the opportunities for mischief-making... Focus, Jules. Jeez. She had come here for a reason, after all. She surveyed the gathered campers, heart pounding in her chest as she searched for the one she cared most about. Her heart nearly stopped when she spotted her target. Oh gods. Letting go any semblance of apathy, Juliet rushed to Mirabelle's side right as the stubborn moron tried to stand up.
"J-Jewel?"
"Jeez, you sound absolutely terrible," Juliet joked, even as she supported most of Mira's weight. The tall, willowy blonde was certainly heavier than she looked - Juliet figured it had to do with the armour and wet clothing she was still wearing. "What did you do, take a dip in the freezing lake or something?" she scoffed. Internally, she was panicking. Mira's flesh felt cold against her own, despite the blanket that was draped lazily over her shoulders. She'd never seen her in such a vulnerable state, not even during any of the time they had been secretly seeing each other. To see someone usually so strong and cheery reduced to a shivering mess of confusion nearly broke Juliet's nonexistent heart. "Don't worry, I got you," she grunted, slinging an arm around Mirabelle's waist to secure her. She flung Mira's left arm over her shoulders for added stability, doing her best to hoist the older girl up.

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

"Like, thanks, man!" Chuck grinned. He began to relay Juliet's message to the other campers around him, making sure everyone knew what was going on. The act of addressing so many people certainly increased his heart rate, but he did his best to play it cool and do his part to help out. Val's words pricked his ears, so he turned towards where she stood near the entrance. "Uh, yeah! She's like, totally zonked out though. Might wanna, like, wake her up or just move her without waking her? I dunno."

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

Vivienne was so focused on the mental poem recitation that she barely noticed when Nicholas addressed her the first time. As he spoke further, she promptly brought her mind back into the moment and regarded him with a calculative stare. Her attention quickly switched to the ring when it was slid onto the bar before her, eyeing it with a cold curiosity.
Stygian iron, she silently remarked, twirling the small piece of jewellery in her elegant fingers. As I had suspected. This confirmed her prior musings about his status as a god of death, or so she thought. The symbol branded into the metal band certainly held her interest - she'd never seen anything like it before, in any of the pantheons she'd studied. Though questions swirled in her mind, she resolved to keep them to herself. She was here to deliver a message - not to be nosy. Vivienne's brow furrowed in confusion when the suspected god placed a plate full of... food? in her vicinity. Eyeing the strange substances within warily, she plucked a singular fry from the heap for inspection. If it had been warm on the plate, it certainly wasn't now - her own chilly aura had a tendency to do that. Of course, she could have simply pulled it back, but... she was a bit too nervous to do so. In her experience, her abilities didn't react well when she attempted to control them in a state of anxiety. Disregarding the fact that the morsel had been unintentionally cooled, she looked it over. Crisp, salted outside... she broke open the French fry experimentally. Soft inside. Could this be - ? Only one test left to make sure. Vivienne popped the fry into her mouth in a swift, decided motion. Some sort of fried potato, she realised as the flavour overwhelmed her tastebuds. The word French fry suddenly surfaced out of the depths of her memory. The last time she'd had French fries, or anything deep-fried, for that matter, was... before Camp Half-Blood. Reverting her face to its typical stoic expression, she quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. Nonetheless, she continued nibbling on the fries as she waited for Nicholas to finish his... bar duties, or whatever they were called.
When the older man seemed to have a reprieve from his occupation, she straightened her posture ever so slightly and directed her intense gaze towards him. "It is no bother," she stated in response to his apology. Though, in actuality, she secretly wished they could have met somewhere less... Crowded. Loud. Boisterous. Those were all words that came to mind when describing the energy around her. "Getting down to business." Despite her apprehension, her voice was steady, cold, and crisp. "My mother - Khione - says to begin work on your portion of the plan as soon as possible." Spoken as if Vivienne had any idea of what Nicholas' part even was. It is not your job to question, she reminded herself. If Khione had seen fit for her to know, she would have said something. Right?

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❨ hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years ❩ ❨ daughter of Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: open, be the camper ❩

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"Who's driving?"

"I expect Lady Artemis, unless she'll be away."

"Alright, alright. I guess you can stay here for now."

Apollo’s

Well, it can’t be as hard as commanding the control room of the HMS Puncher,

That was chaotic.

“It’s June! Why is there snow?”

”You’re right,”

”Chiron has a lot to explain,”

“Explain.”

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 12:14 pm

Valkeri tags draco and Skyler

Valkeri nods and says “well let’s just transport Skyler while she’s asleep” she picks the girl up and says “hmmm, we could use a sled but this is ok” she lifts the girl on to draco’s back

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 12:18 pm

Azmaril Victory Rashak Tags Laika

Azzy turns and looks Laika up and down and says in a smug tone “well, well, well... isn’t it the Lieutenant of Artemis. Why are you here?” Annie growls her pearl white teeth flashing in the setting sun light

My gallery · by **takara** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 12:28 pm

Ophelia smiled at Jamie's enthusiam, taking off after him at a slow jog so she didn't get winded. Or at least, that was the plan. She ended up skidding to a halt beside him, a shocked expression on her face, which quickly faded into laughter. "Are you...okay?" She said as she fought back her giggles, offering him her arm. The torn sleeve exposed her bare skin, and she sobered up. Running might not have been the best option, but now they were guranteed a chilly walk. At least the Big House wasn't too far off.

Alex Burns|17|He/him| Aphrodite/Cabin 10| Location: Forest| Tags: Niji, Karter| mentions: open

"Do we put him in front so he doesn't fall off?" Alex asked, not paying attention to how this might hurt Karter's feelings. Now that he had a mount, Alex was much more excited for capture the flag, even in the snow. Riding with two others wouldn't be the best look, but it was better than looking like a lame duck trying to fumble through a snowdrift. He hugged tighter to Niji as Quicksilver shifted underneath them both. It was probably not his brightest idea to get on the giant beast, but it would be worth it for the look's on his sister's faces!

Hank will be up shortly, finishing the gals first

"Huh, that usually does the trick!" Aggy called, scrambling after Auggie. She was pretty sure getting locked out of the Big House was a bad thing, especially if the harpies that she'd heard about earlier were to get involved. She hit the snow, practically waddling to make it through on her already stubby legs.
The thoughts of Orin and revenge were driven out by the crunch of snow as she worked to catch up to Auggie and the others.

Her scabbard tapped against her leg as she ran, bringing a smile to her face. Boy, Flora's gonna be fun to use! She thought enthusiastically, chugging along. She was quite glad for her mom's overpacking which had provided her with the snowpants she was wearing under her armour, and she made a mental note to thank her in her letter home.

A large house came into view, complete with a sprawling wraparound porch and the faint smell of now frozen strawberries. Big house...literally, She thought, staring in awe as she trudged toward it.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 1:08 pm

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Aggy(kind of)

Auggie trudged up to the Big House, one of her knives still in her hand. She didn’t need it now and she knew that, but the weight of the blade in her hand had become something of a comfort to her. She glanced back from the door, watching Aggy wade through the snow behind her. The younger girl still looked as enthusiastic and excited as ever. Did nothing break that kids spirit? She didn’t wait long enough to hold the door open, disappearing inside as Aggy reached the porch. Although the hot chocolate and the heat in the dining pavilion had warmed her up, walking through the snow again in a slightly damp hoodie had made her shiver again.

She found a spot as far from the others as she possibly could, sitting on the floor in a corner with her knees pulled up. She wasn’t really aware of using her powers, but subconsciously she’d used her shadow manipulating abilities to make herself a little less noticeable. She wasn’t invisible, if anyone was looking for her they’d see her clearly, it was almost as though she was manipulating mist to make her presence in the room less obvious.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Outside dining pavilion|tags:Ophelia

Jamie lifted his head just enough to splutter out the snow filling his mouth. His entire face was covered in snow crystals and he shook his head to get them off and out of his curly mess of hair. “I’m...fine,” He replied, accepting her help to get to his feet. He brushed off his jeans and jacket, blinking at the sting of the cold on his exposed face and the distorted vision of water on his glasses. “Bruised my dignity a little...but other than that, fine.” He confirmed with his usual goofy grin, taking off his glasses and wiping them off on his sleeve, though it didn’t help much.

He didn’t really think anything of tripping over his own feet, it was such a common occurrence at this point, and if his clumsiness could make someone laugh then he’d gladly take it. “I guess you win by default,” He laughed. “I’m definitely disqualified for that.”

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 1:55 pm

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med tent - forest
thanatos
mentioned: aiden, skylar
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teilo watched solemnly as skylar was lowered onto the makeshift bed, moving his hand to calmly comb through slightly matted hair. he hoped it was a comforting motion as she slipped into the realms of sleep, his eyes fixed on the way her face moved. "you're good," he said gently, the rest of the people in the bustling room nothing more than white noise to him. "you're alright. bit of sleep, it'll do you good, it will. there you go, bach." her breathing evened out, and off the weight on his shoulders went. "that's you away. gonna get better soon. up and at 'em in the morning. they'll never even know you weren't well. stays in this tent."

he managed to soar back into reality when his name was uttered. a lucky thing, considering how immersed he had been in the coaxing words, and his head turned to the face the voice belonged to. aiden - the only voice he seemed to be able to recognise in the whole camp, he realised, with all that background noise. there was something on his mind, so much was clear. and with skylar now seemingly on the mend, it was the next priority on his list. "right, yeah," he nodded, casting a final glance at the daughter of hecate's sleeping face before he stood, brushed himself off, and exited from the crammed tent. back into the snow. it seemed colder outside than it had been. adrenaline wearing off, he supposed.

the prospect of questions made him a bit nervous. he was very used to holding what he knew close to his chest, but there was no positive to hiding it now. it would all come out later, he imagined, and secrecy was a slippery slope that would lead him in the pits of the underworld. perhaps he'd see his dad there.
the moment the thought crossed his mind, aiden said that dreaded name. teilo's eyebrows rose - if not from surprise at the coincidence, from the reminder that it was relatively common knowledge now. "it would appear so, yes," he said as casually as possible. "you said questions. i imagine that's not one of them. i'd feel you weren't paying attention if it was. are you trying to ease me into a difficult conversation?" it wasn't confrontational, just analytical. "there're hardly any eggshells left. not much there for you to stomp on. get it over with."

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
big house
zeus(t1) - counselor
mentioned: laurel,
ophelia, jamie
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here was what he had been afraid of - the confrontation that reality existed outside of the camp, things that were happening that he had no control over. he had relied on frivolity and flippance for so long that now, as he sunk down, collapsing inwards on himself, he had nothing left. the man he had been minutes ago seemed centuries away, untouchable.

there was something rather strange about it. something like narration of what was going on in his own head - no thoughts, just the awareness of 'i am sinking to the floor,' and 'the paint in the corner of the room is streaky. it's not painted right. someone should have thought have that. has no-one noticed that? am i the first? will i be the last?'.

in his peripherals, laurel approached him. behind his eyes, there was a disconnect between the sense of family that he had at camp and the family that had, as he now knew, been reduced by one. a big one. it made him angry. a little spark of fury in the back of his head. she said his name like it belonged to her, and for a moment, he said nothing, just stared at the paint on the wall.

"i would really, really appreciate it," he began, voice calm, monotonous, quiet. "if you left me alone." his hand moved to edge diana's head off of his lap, and then orin was up, exiting the attic and moving down the stairs at a pace that could have been described as sluggish. outside, there was a war on. perhaps it was time to focus on that. he could go out and rip a few heads off of some snowmen. he could go out and stab at the venti that dared impose on his second home. they'd shoot their icicles, blast him with their wind, but something in his head told him that it would do nothing. unstoppable. that was him. it had always been him. he'd lost it somewhere along the way, concerns about reputation and appearances taking hold. he exited the house with a stony gaze, straight through the campers he should have recognised, should have smiled at, but barely registered. ophelia might have been there somewhere. jamie might have been another. they were names and they meant nothing, moving toward a door that meant nothing. from his pocket, he retrieved his lighter, moved to push past them in the direction of the forest as he flicked it into a dagger. "out of my way," he said, unsure of who he was even saying it to, still eerily calm. the rock in the pit of his stomach still had not hit the bottom. there was time to salvage this. if he made the right sacrifice, if he did something to appease the right god, then it could have been fixed. he could fix it. he was going to fix it.

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the plane landed, and as he alighted, he recognised the change in the air. it smelt polluted - more intense, concentrated than the casual exhaust fume that he breathed in london. while the sun shone down, there was a strange chill in the air - derived, he knew, from the snowstorm happening mere miles away. an suv with tinted windows took him from the exit of the plane to outside of the airport - where another waited for him. it all seemed rather convoluted, frankly. inefficient.

"it stinks," he said to the man riding with him. he hadn't said a word for the entire plane journey - a difficult feat, especially when the hostess nervously asked what he'd like to drink. "out there. doesn't it? don't you think? just a bit?" his fingers came up to make a pinching motion. "oh, come on. crack a smile. say something. have you taken a vow of silence recently?"
"no,"
"he speaks!" he clapped leather-clad hands together. "which begs the question. why didn't you answer?"
"i agree, sir. some i'm assigned to prefer a silent listener. i wasn't sure if that was you or not," quick, almost anxious. the man was armed to his teeth and yet still seemed to shrink under a cold gaze.
"i don't like quiet people. i tend to think that quiet people are hiding something. are you hiding something?" a slowly raising eyebrow, a smile glimmering that did not quite reach his eyes. "what's your name?"
"hicks, sir. daniel hicks." his eyes remained fixed on the windshield in front of him.
"have you got something to hide, hicks daniel hicks?" sardonic tones ridden throughout.
"no, sir. sorry." the car stopped. outside, flashing and shouting. microphones waving in the air.
"journalists. great," he stepped out of the car, allowing hicks to follow suit, and smiled with all of his airs and graces. "hello," a gust of great wind. "god, where's global warming when you need it, hmm?"

the answer he received from the little crowd was huge - but he focused on the voice of a ginger woman with glasses. she wore a bbc lanyard. he was a sucker for home. "minister, is your visit regarding the unusual weather patterns? you were called here rather urgently. what's the nature of your being here?"
"is it a crime to visit our cousins across the pond?" he asked. "it's simply business. the upholding of relations. no stories here, i'm afraid. just a man who happens to be dropping by at a bit of an awkward time." a car rolled up. hicks nodded to it. "and that's your time up, i'm afraid. sorry i'm not much of a help. but - you know. i'm sure your big story will come soon, dear."
"what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, though he was halfway into the cab. "minister. minister? could you clarify? is something coming?"
"somethings' always coming. you just need the eyes to see it," the door slammed. he turned to the driver. "off you pop."
in the midst of his leaving was a clamour of very confused reporters sharing notes with one another, attempting to piece together his odd words.

"bloody hacks," he muttered, the city becoming a blur in the window.

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 1:58 pm

Laurel tags Diana

Lu sighs and says “wel to try and make sure he’s ok didn’t work” she sits and says to Diana “I don’t know what to do Diana” she pets her head

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 2:07 pm

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