|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Outside Cabin 10/Campfire|Tags: Ophelia, Ayden|
Mirabelle opened her mouth to protest when Aydan lifted Ophelia up bridal-style. Mes dieux. This is not going to end well. She was mildly surprised as Ophelia simply pushed away and got to her feet - if she had been in Ophelia's position, she probably would have panicked and ended up punching Ayden in the face - intentionally or not.
Her heart sank at Ayden's words, but she nodded anyways. "You're probably right. Let - let me just ask her real quick. I'm her head counselor." Her voice was breathier than she would have liked, with much more worry leaking through the surface than she had intented.
Mirabelle was torn. Torn between her duties as a head counselor, and her duties as a friend. She jogged over to keep up with them, intent on getting Ophelia's opinion. If Ophelia was even coherent enough to give it, that was."Are -" she hesitated, guilt carving itself into her face like the sharp knife it was. "Are you okay if I go back to the campfire?" The words physically hurt her to say. But once again, her responsibility as head counselor took precedence over her personal desires. She knew she would be of no use no matter where she was - she wasn't sure what she could even do in this situation. Sure, she had dealt with it before, and she could coach Ophelia on how to shut it out. There was no way to turn it off, she knew that. But at least there was a way to make it less painful. To keep yourself from drowning in the waves of emotion. It took a lot of energy, and a lot of work to maintain. That being said, Mirabelle herself was in a decent amount of pain. Though she was doing her best to keep it at bay, she guiltily wondered if her own emotional turmoil was affecting Ophelia's current state. Nonetheless, she could at least offer. "I - I can stay, if you want. I might be able to help but - I might just... I might make it worse."
Conversely, Mirabelle knew that if she simply returned to the campfire, she would just drive herself mad with worry. It was at times like these that she wished she could split herself in two - the divide between the Aphrodite head counselor and the girl who cared too much was almost impossible to bear.
|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location Campfire|Tags: Campfire Group, Wilhelm, Hank, Niji, Laika|
Juliet took Will's hand and shook casually, using her left hand due to her sling-bound right arm. "Juliet Pratten." She snorted at being referred to as 'ma'am', but didn't comment otherwise. "Resident troublemaker. Call me Jules. Most people do." Her hazel eyes sharpened with interest when Will mentioned he knew something Chiron should be made aware of. She was about to comment when Will elbowed her in the ribs. "Ow!" she complained loudly. "Gods, okay, okay. I'm clapping. See?" She clapped harder, though not without an annoyed eye-roll. "Anyways. I've you've got something to tell Chiron, go tell him then! I have a feeling he's gonna keep talking until he puts us all to sleep," she huffed. "Or, you could just wait until after. Unless it's super important." Her voice hinted at curiosity; she was incredibly interested to know whatever it was he knew - if only for the value of it being currently rather secretive.
|⟡||Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Campfire group, Bay|
Mirabelle opened her mouth to protest when Aydan lifted Ophelia up bridal-style. Mes dieux. This is not going to end well. She was mildly surprised as Ophelia simply pushed away and got to her feet - if she had been in Ophelia's position, she probably would have panicked and ended up punching Ayden in the face - intentionally or not.
Her heart sank at Ayden's words, but she nodded anyways. "You're probably right. Let - let me just ask her real quick. I'm her head counselor." Her voice was breathier than she would have liked, with much more worry leaking through the surface than she had intented.
Mirabelle was torn. Torn between her duties as a head counselor, and her duties as a friend. She jogged over to keep up with them, intent on getting Ophelia's opinion. If Ophelia was even coherent enough to give it, that was."Are -" she hesitated, guilt carving itself into her face like the sharp knife it was. "Are you okay if I go back to the campfire?" The words physically hurt her to say. But once again, her responsibility as head counselor took precedence over her personal desires. She knew she would be of no use no matter where she was - she wasn't sure what she could even do in this situation. Sure, she had dealt with it before, and she could coach Ophelia on how to shut it out. There was no way to turn it off, she knew that. But at least there was a way to make it less painful. To keep yourself from drowning in the waves of emotion. It took a lot of energy, and a lot of work to maintain. That being said, Mirabelle herself was in a decent amount of pain. Though she was doing her best to keep it at bay, she guiltily wondered if her own emotional turmoil was affecting Ophelia's current state. Nonetheless, she could at least offer. "I - I can stay, if you want. I might be able to help but - I might just... I might make it worse."
Conversely, Mirabelle knew that if she simply returned to the campfire, she would just drive herself mad with worry. It was at times like these that she wished she could split herself in two - the divide between the Aphrodite head counselor and the girl who cared too much was almost impossible to bear.
|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location Campfire|Tags: Campfire Group, Wilhelm, Hank, Niji, Laika|
Juliet took Will's hand and shook casually, using her left hand due to her sling-bound right arm. "Juliet Pratten." She snorted at being referred to as 'ma'am', but didn't comment otherwise. "Resident troublemaker. Call me Jules. Most people do." Her hazel eyes sharpened with interest when Will mentioned he knew something Chiron should be made aware of. She was about to comment when Will elbowed her in the ribs. "Ow!" she complained loudly. "Gods, okay, okay. I'm clapping. See?" She clapped harder, though not without an annoyed eye-roll. "Anyways. I've you've got something to tell Chiron, go tell him then! I have a feeling he's gonna keep talking until he puts us all to sleep," she huffed. "Or, you could just wait until after. Unless it's super important." Her voice hinted at curiosity; she was incredibly interested to know whatever it was he knew - if only for the value of it being currently rather secretive.
“Thank you Draco,” Chiron smiled kindly. “One more introduction to make before I get into announcements. Everyone, this is Admiral Laika Kreiger, Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis. The Hunters are only here to help, so I expect that you all welcome them as cordially as we would under normal circumstances. Unfortunately, we will have to postpone our traditional friendly game of Capture the Flag against them, given the events that have transpired.”
Juliet snorted, rolling her eyes. Great, so bossypants is here to stay. Woohoo. Had she been in better spirits, she may have taken the news in a more jovial light. More people meant more prank victims, after all. But for once in her life, practical jokes were the last thing on her mind.
“Lieutenant, if you have anything to add before I move on?” Chiron turned to the spot next to him, only to find that the Hunter was nowhere in sight. “Lieutenant?”
Juliet couldn’t help but snicker as the centaur turned in a full circle to search for the missing woman. He stopped when he laid eyes upon the mountie, who seemed to be chastising Hank and that new kid, the one with the cupcake hair.
“Lieutenant!” this time, a request, spoken almost more like a command. “I do believe these children have had enough trauma for one night.” He put extra emphasis on the word 'children', almost as if trying to remind her of how young the demigods were in comparison.
Juliet had to strain her ears to hear the rest of the conversation, but it was just too juicy to miss. Man, I hope Chiron’ll tear that cat lady a new one, she brooded. The thought of some random lady - Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis or not - coming in here and just ordering them around? It left a foul taste in her mouth, that was for sure.
Chiron poked his head into the Apollo cabin, offering Hank a sad smile. “Hank, if Niji here refused to be treated without Quicksilver, why didn’t you think of treating him outside in the first place?” he suggested gently. “I am pleased that the thought has occurred to you now. Remember to ask your cabinmates for advice if you are unsure of what to do; they're here to support you. Use that to your advantage.”
His face hardened into one of stoic professionalism when he turned back to speak with Laika. “Need I remind you that these demigods are not your soldiers?” He stated, still with that same gentle tone, but an edge of warning this time. “For the duration of your stay, I expect you to treat them with kindness and respect. Do I make myself clear?” He offered her a smile, but Juliet could tell the dude was just trying to keep it together at this point. “Now, if you would like to address the crowd, I’m certain you have their rapt attention.”
|⟡||Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Campfire group, Bay|
Chuck clapped for Draco's speech, though everything about what Chiron was saying felt... wrong, somehow. Too casual after everything that had happened. When Bay spoke, he turned his attention back to her, glad to have a reprieve from some sad attempt at normalcy.
"Oh, like, yeah, totally didn't think about the whole 'not trusting technology' thing," Chuck admitted, laughing nervously. He blinked when she asked if the satyrs needed any help with the snow, mentally remarking at how considerate she was. Especially given her own circumstances. "Uh, I think we've got everything covered," he replied. "Like, thanks for offering though. We're actually like, gonna stay in Pan's honourary cabin for now, or Mr. D's, if there's room. There's like, a ton of animals in Pan's." That being said, Pan's cabin was more of a... cabin-shaped tree, or a grove of them. Everything about it was alive. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to think of something to say. His focus was pulled sharply to Chiron, however, when the centaur introduced the Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis. But the Lieutenant was busy... arguing with campers? Man, that didn't sit right. Chuck felt a rare anger bubble up inside of him, especially seeing that the two involved were Hank and that one new kid who'd nearly passed out from dehydration earlier - Niji, Chuck recalled. And man, did Niji look in bad shape. Chiron seemed to have everything under control for the time being, though, so Chuck took a deep breath to try to cool off. With his enhanced hearing, he didn't even need to strain to hear every word they were saying.