Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 12:42 pm

Azumaril tags Jamie

Azumaril watches aggy go and set her hand one Jamie’s shoulder and says “are you ok?”

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 1:09 pm

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Mirabelle tentatively took a seat on Ophelia's bed, though she was secretly grateful that she didn't have to rely on her untrustworthy feet for any longer. She would've protested when Ophelia shoved the blanket at her, but logic won out over pride. It probably wasn't a good idea to argue in this situation. Besides, she was still pretty cold. Albeit reluctantly, she wrapped the blanket around her body. Though the shivering had died down in intensity, her willowy frame was still trembling in an effort to stabilise its temperature.
Oh gods. Seeing Ophelia like this - someone who was usually so put-together, confident, and sassy - threatened to tear her heart in two. The strange urge to hug the sobbing girl reared it's head in her consciousness, but she held back, unsure of it would help matters or simply make things worse. Instead, she sighed, a soft, sad sound.
"I know this isn't what you want to hear," she said gently, concentrating hard on keeping her teeth from chattering. "But... there isn't a way to turn it off. Believe me, I've tried." A hint of bitterness snuck into her voice with the last few words.
When Ophelia started frantically apologising, Mirabelle's heart nearly shattered. "You have nothing to be sorry for," she assured her with strong conviction. "It's okay to break down. It's okay to get emotional." She knew she was being hypocritical - she never let herself do any of those things, at least not in public. It was difficult, bottling it all up. Biggest understatement of the year. But she wasn't sure she knew how to do anything else anymore. The least she could do was try to spare someone else from the same vice she'd fallen into. "I - I care about you, you know. Frankly, I'd be more worried if you kept all of this inside." Mirabelle offered Ophelia a comforting smile, though her eyes remained sad. Gods, I hope I'm helping and not making things worse. Ophelia certainly wasn't the first camper she had been there for, nor the first cabinmate. But being there for Ophelia in particular was a first for her. The last thing she wanted to do was mess it up.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 10|Tags: Draco|

Juliet released a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding when she plodded outside into the snow. Worry still nagged at her gut over Mira' condition, but there was no way she was dealing with someone bawling their eyes out after all she'd been through that day. Now that her adrenaline was wearing off, she was more tired than she'd have liked to admit. She figured she should probably head up to the Big House per Mr. D's instruction. She didn't want to miss the singalong. Though her singing voice often earned her glares and winces from most of the Apollo campers, that was all just part of the fun. She noticed the centaur still hanging around, unsurprisingly. She'd only been gone for a few minutes, after all.
"Hey, Secretariat," Juliet called out to him. "I'm headed up to the Big House, if you wanna come."

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang; Open|

Chuck did his best to help the demigods and other beings in the medical tent get the wounded and unconscious campers ready for transport. Everyone was outfitted with a blanket or a coat, thanks to Cresolis' supply run earlier. Worry clouded his mind. Worry for the demigods, for the wild creatures unprepared for a sudden winter, and most of all, worry for his friends. Though panic threatened to overtake him, Chuck pushed through as best he could. One of the best things for him to do in a situation like this was be useful, he reckoned. Or at least attempt to. He kept that thought in mind as he passed a roll of bandages and some ambrosia to one of the Apollo campers.

Despite her need to remain stoic, Vivienne jumped when the sound of shattering glass penetrated her eardrums. Cursing her frazzled nerves, she did her best to reassemble her broken composure as Nicholas approached her. She stared at the small bone he had given her, mind as analytic as always. Delicate and fragile, her brief investigation told her. Most likely avian. It held a strange beauty to it, albeit a morbid one. She slipped the off-white object into her left hand pocket, being sure to remember where she’d placed it. Vivienne was silent as Nicholas bid her farewell, though one portion of his words had confused her a bit. Xaliphax? Her icy eyes narrowed. Perhaps his horse? He is a Horseman, after all - he must have one. She hadn’t seen any horses around when she’d come in here. The thought struck her that it probably had a more modern disguise or appearance, though she was unsure as to what it could be. With that, she gave the Horseman a sharp nod and headed on her way.

My gallery · by **takara** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 1:40 pm

She let out a hard breath. Slow down, no more hyperventilating. Count, 1,2,3... 1,2,3...1,2,3..
Mira's words hurt, but she'd been expecting them. "Oh," She muttered, daring to pull back up out of her cacoon once more. She spotted a knot of wood in a floor board and stared at it blankly.
Welcome to the rest of your life. She would cry more, but her tears had been replaced with an ache in her head and a soreness in her throat. 'Believe me, I've tried,' echoed in her head, and she looked toward Mira again, curious this time, but too exhausted to find the words. She inched closer on the small cot, until she was beside Mira, but not yet sharing a blanket.

"May I?" She asked, leaning toward her head counselor's shoulder, but hesistating before she touched her. It wasn't something she was used to either, but she'd seen it before, parents ruffling their children's hair or hughing them after an outburst. It made no sense, but she understood it perfectly at the same time. For now, all that mattered was that it looked comfy.

"I see," Hank said simply. The blond did not see. He honestly had no idea what was happening, still Jamie seemed to be the worse for the wear out of the two of them.

He considered comforting Jamie, but it looked like the other girl had it covered. "Is there uh, any particular reason she wants to hurt you?" He asked, wrinkling his brow. At Camp, there was probably no person less likely than Jamie to pick a fight, so their interaction baffled him.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 2:07 pm

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Mirabelle's breath caught in her chest at Ophelia's lackluster reaction. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't that. However, relief flooded her senses as the taller girl slid closer to her on the cot. I haven't pushed her away. Thank the gods. She hadn't realised just how scared she had been of messing things up between them until the fear had dissipated.
Though hesitant at first, Mirabelle eventually nodded in response to Ophelia's request. Though she was usually one to avoid physical contact, or even balk at it, it was obvious that Ophelia might want comfort after what she'd just been through. She won't hurt me. I trust her. The thought completely took Mirabelle by surprise, having sprung from her subconscious. I trust her. She wasn't one to trust easily, especially given all she'd been through at the hands of fellow campers. But in her capacity as a friend and caretaker over the past few years, she had made some exceptions. This was certainly one of them. Besides, Mirabelle couldn't deny that she could certainly appreciate the body heat right about now. She even lifted up the blanket to make room for Ophelia, shifting her own weight to allow for physical closeness.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 10|Tags: Draco|

Juliet released a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding when she plodded outside into the snow. Worry still nagged at her gut over Mira' condition, but there was no way she was dealing with someone bawling their eyes out after all she'd been through that day. Now that her adrenaline was wearing off, she was more tired than she'd have liked to admit. She figured she should probably head up to the Big House per Mr. D's instruction. She didn't want to miss the singalong. Though her singing voice often earned her glares and winces from most of the Apollo campers, that was all just part of the fun. She noticed the centaur still hanging around, unsurprisingly. She'd only been gone for a few minutes, after all.
"Hey, Secretariat," Juliet called out to him. "I'm headed up to the Big House, if you wanna come."

Chuck did his best to help the demigods and other beings in the medical tent get the wounded and unconscious campers ready for transport. Everyone was outfitted with a blanket or a coat, thanks to Cresolis' supply run earlier. Worry clouded his mind. Worry for the demigods, for the wild creatures unprepared for a sudden winter, and most of all, worry for his friends. Though panic threatened to overtake him, Chuck pushed through as best he could. One of the best things for him to do in a situation like this was be useful, he reckoned. Or at least attempt to. He kept that thought in mind as he passed a roll of bandages and some ambrosia to one of the Apollo campers.

Despite her need to remain stoic, Vivienne jumped when the sound of shattering glass penetrated her eardrums. Cursing her frazzled nerves, she did her best to reassemble her broken composure as Nicholas approached her. She stared at the small bone he had given her, mind as analytic as always. Delicate and fragile, her brief investigation told her. Most likely avian. It held a strange beauty to it, albeit a morbid one. She slipped the off-white object into her left hand pocket, being sure to remember where she’d placed it. Vivienne was silent as Nicholas bid her farewell, though one portion of his words had confused her a bit. Xaliphax? Her icy eyes narrowed. Perhaps his horse? He is a Horseman, after all - he must have one. She hadn’t seen any horses around when she’d come in here. The thought struck her that it probably had a more modern disguise or appearance, though she was unsure as to what it could be. With that, she gave the Horseman a sharp nod and headed on her way.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 3:54 pm

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"i don't know a single person here who genuinely enjoys what they've been forced into," he shuddered at the thought. "you'd think the gods'd have caught on by now. figured out they were causing more problems than they were fixing." the thought of giving more reasons for others to hate her was one that rang true in his head. "there's safety in not being trusted. can't disappoint anyone if they already think you're the worst of the worst." again, there was something not right about what they were doing and yet they all did it anyway - all fell victim to the traps laid bare in front of them.

when auggie apologised, orin looked down at her. "i know," he said in weak response. there was no point in making enemies. especially not the two of them. their heritage would have suggested that they were supposed to be up in arms, battling one another for the grace of being considered the 'best' by others, and yet it didn't seem worth anything. "i did what i tend to do, and made a bad situation worse. you just reacted. i was looking for trouble the moment i opened my stupid mouth." he looked away again. "i don't care about respect. i just wanna be seen as a person. a real person with a... with a brain and feelings and wants and - and i don't even get that. not even the basics. i think a lot of people just assume that i'm above emotion. and i know i act like i am, but it's - surely they've figured it out by now, right? you don't look at someone like me and think that the way they act is - is real."

"it's not terrible advice," he said, but his shoulders shrunk again. "and i'd like to listen to you. there's nothing i'd like more, but - you know. world's ending. i can't hop on a flight and go to cork just 'cos my nan's happened to kick it at an inconvenient time. what would that make me? selfish, probably," a chill. "i just - i wanna go up to olympus and kick some heads in. i wanna - i wanna go back in time and ring her. i wanna do something. i want to have been there. i should've been. feels like i should've been, and i never will be again." eventually, his words became choked and shattered, tone scattered and uncertain. "sorry. sorry. you don't wanna hear it." a quick, sharp breath in as he attempted to collect himself. "it's just all so - so crap"

My gallery · by **takara** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 4:36 pm

Ophelia tucked herself into Mira's side and rested her head on her shoulder. Are people always this cold? She wondered, but didn't react to it. She didn't want to offend Mira by flinching away. She tucked the blanket back around them, letting her eyes flicker shut as she took in the scent of Mirabelle's floral shampoo. Or maybe it's conditioner? She wasn't sure, having long forsaken properly caring for her hair, should the effort make her come off as narcissistic. Still couldn't escape the legacy. The thought pricked at her, but it was a dull ache, drowned out by the comforting rise and fall of Mira's chest. Yeah, she could see why people liked cuddles.

She opened her eyes, blearily. "Hey Mira, what did you want to be when you grew up, before camp and all, " She waved a hand to indicate the cabin surrounding them. She shifted to look up at Mira, eyes suddenly wide and child-like. She has to have wanted something before the demigod parr got in the way. Everyone does.

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 4:42 pm

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

Draco let out a sharp braying laugh before blushing and covering his mouth.
"Sorry." He apologized.
"I'm nowhere near his skill. Is it alright if she's there alone? What ablut the others at the med bay? I-I'm sure there still a lot to do. And I have to help. Have to prove myself." Draco said with a concerened look on his face. He wasn't sure what else needed to be done, but he also knew that Chiron wanted him to introduce himself and he didn't want to be late.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 5:49 pm

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

This is... nice. Mirabelle wasn't sure what she expected, but as soon as Ophelia's head was on her shoulder, she felt her body lean into the embrace. Her own head tilted to rest against Ophelia's dark hair, closing her eyes for a blissful moment. The body heat was certainly not lost on her. Though she was still shivering slightly, she was immensely grateful for the warmth radiating from her cabinmate's form. As she enjoyed the brief silence, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly had brought about Ophelia's breakdown - or who. If I find out that anyone had a hand in this... She swore, she would do her best to destroy them. Or at least find out what in Tartarus they had been thinking by causing someone so much pain.
Ophelia's question caught Mirabelle off guard. Her blue-grey eyes flashed open, and she raised her head to look back at the other girl. "Before Camp Half-Blood..." Her gaze turned distant and sad as she recalled the many happy memories from such a carefree time, all now stained with guilt and regret. "I wanted to be a fashion designer. Like my dad."
She wasn't sure if it was the situation, or if her mildly hypothermic condition had gotten to her, but the words spilled out of her before she could stop them. Mirabelle hadn't spoken about her father voluntarily in a long time, save the occasional obligatory chat and check-in with Chiron. The melancholic longing in her voice was impossible to miss. Gods, she wished she could just go back and visit. But she knew that wasn't an option anymore. He may be alive, but it wasn't like he would remember her anyways. And I only have myself to blame.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 10|Tags: Draco|

"Nah, there's someone else in there," Juliet replied casually. "Wouldn'tve left her by herself in as bad shape as she is, that's for sure." She snorted, rolling her eyes. Back to the 'whatever, I don't care' act she always put on when something was hitting too close emotionally. "And dude. If you're gonna laugh, go right ahead and do it. I couldn't mind less." She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Anyways. Your choice, Seabiscuit. I'm gonna go take off my armour in the Hermes cabin and then head out. Feel free to join if ya want, help out at the med tent, whatever. World's your oyster." She made an offhanded gesture and started marching towards Cabin 11.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang; Open|

Chuck did his best to help the demigods and other beings in the medical tent get the wounded and unconscious campers ready for transport. Everyone was outfitted with a blanket or a coat, thanks to Cresolis' supply run earlier. Worry clouded his mind. Worry for the demigods, for the wild creatures unprepared for a sudden winter, and most of all, worry for his friends. Though panic threatened to overtake him, Chuck pushed through as best he could. One of the best things for him to do in a situation like this was be useful, he reckoned. Or at least attempt to. He kept that thought in mind as he passed a roll of bandages and some ambrosia to one of the Apollo campers.

Despite her need to remain stoic, Vivienne jumped when the sound of shattering glass penetrated her eardrums. Cursing her frazzled nerves, she did her best to reassemble her broken composure as Nicholas approached her. She stared at the small bone he had given her, mind as analytic as always. Delicate and fragile, her brief investigation told her. Most likely avian. It held a strange beauty to it, albeit a morbid one. She slipped the off-white object into her left hand pocket, being sure to remember where she’d placed it. Vivienne was silent as Nicholas bid her farewell, though one portion of his words had confused her a bit. Xaliphax? Her icy eyes narrowed. Perhaps his horse? He is a Horseman, after all - he must have one. She hadn’t seen any horses around when she’d come in here. The thought struck her that it probably had a more modern disguise or appearance, though she was unsure as to what it could be. With that, she gave the Horseman a sharp nod and headed on her way.

My gallery · by **rabbit_with_a_fedora** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 6:00 pm

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If the snow were any heavier, the whole roof would collapse,

Which fool left the door open? The whole house would be freezing by nightfall.

“Let me guess. The person who just left got really angry at one of you, I’m assuming you,

”You’ve got the look as if something unbelievable just happened. And you,”

“You’ve just arrived at the big house, and are trying to figure everything out.”

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 6:01 pm

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

Draco blushed. "Sorry I don't, uh, normally laugh. Its annoying. I'll see if the med bay needs help and if not I'll join ya."

Draco galloped off towards the medbay and poked his head in the flap.

"Hey Mr. Satyr. Do you need help? Anyone else to transport?" Draco asked stomping his foot jn anticipation. He was not feeling up to introducing himself soon.

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