Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin

After holding everything inside for so long, it was a relief to just talk. To say everything she’d been too afraid to think about and to have somebody just listen. She’d actually never heard the son of Zeus be silent for so long, it was mildly surprising that he could actually manage that. As ashamed as she was to have anyone witness her like this, she was grateful for his presence, for the comfort of someone just being there, and letting her speak without judgement or false consolation.

She nodded when he finished the thought she couldn’t quite manage to put into words. “Yeah...” she agreed, her voice coming out in a rough whisper. She listened as he began to tell the story about his friend, the barest hint of a smile quirking the corner of her mouth at his laugh, but her gaze stayed steadily on the floor. The story was all too familiar, the way that losing your chance to get to know someone who could have been—who should have been more to you, hurt more than the loss of the person themself. If things had been different. The opportunity for something better had been there, and now it was gone, torn away, feeling like she’d had the rug swept out from under her feet. But she hadn’t stopped falling when she hit the floor. She was still falling.

The story served to calm her slightly, help her feel a little less guilty, until he got to the part about his friend talking to a gravestone. That wasn’t so strange, she’d seen people speak to inanimate objects that represented a person they’d lost plenty of times. She shuddered at the thought, but there was probably a stone somewhere in New York City marking the life and death of her mother, in some run down, overgrown little graveyard that she could visit, where she could say all the words she’d held in her mind before the Iris message that had shattered her reality.

But she didn’t need to do that. She was a child of Hades...she could do better than an inscribed headstone. She tried to push the thought away, listening as Orin finished his story, leaning back against him gratefully. She was silent for a long moment, unsure how to respond and unsure if she actually needed to. She’d managed her little speech before, but she wasn’t sure she trusted her voice not to crack if she spoke again. She swiped a hand across her face, covered by the cuff of her hoodie sleeve and frowned at the black marks that smeared across the light purple fabric. It didn’t matter that much, she’d already bled through the sleeve so it’s not like she had to worry about ruining it now.

“I could talk to her...” she said finally, voice hoarse from the sobs that had shredded her throat raw just moments before. “I could...more than just at a graveyard I mean. I could...I could really talk to her and I could tell her...” Her heart started to beat faster as the idea clawed it’s way into her mind, cogs whirring in her brain as it began to form into a solid, albeit misguided plan. “I’d just need...something...” She frowned thoughtfully for a moment before shuffling around and reaching beneath her bunk, pulling out the tattered picture that she’d left discarded on the floor earlier that day.

She froze, suddenly face to face with the woman that had caused her breakdown, bright blue eyes piercing back into her own identical gaze, a smile that she hadn’t really experienced in so long. Her hands felt cold again, thoughts buzzing around in her brain, heart pounding in her chest. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the tears that pricked her eyes at bay. She wasn’t about to start crying again, she was done with that. But this picture...the one possession, the one reminder of her relationship with her mother that she had left, opened a possibility to her that not everyone was so lucky—or unlucky—to have.

She pulled her gaze away from the picture, blinking hard. She glanced up at Orin briefly before throwing the photo down on the floor for him to see, not really wanting to look at it or even touch it anymore. Her eyes fell back to floor and she drew in another shaky breath. “With that...I could.”

[✿]Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Dining pavilion|tags:Aiden

Jamie laughed, blushing slightly at Aiden’s praise, though the other boy was clearly poking fun at him. “Yeah, definitely,” he agreed, mumbling through a huge bite of muffin. “Anybody crosses me and I’ll paint them a really sick picture.” He nodded dramatically, curly hair flopping across his forehead. “Especially if they’re scared of frogs, dude, I’m so good at frogs.” He grinned, then his expression faltered for a moment, looking slightly confused as though he wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about. He shook the apprehension away relatively quickly, in all honesty, he didn’t usually know what he was talking about.

The moment of reprieve, joking around as though they weren’t about to go off on a quest that could possibly mean their demise, was a welcome respite that he wasn’t eager to break. The meeting hadn’t started yet, there was nothing really pressing that needed their attention at the moment. For the time being, it was okay to smile, to act as though everything was okay, even if it couldn’t stay that way for long.

“Honestly, dude, if that girl comes for me I’m gonna throw the muffin and run. Do you think she’d go after the food instead of me? I had to do that once when a dog started to chase me in a Wendy’s parking lot.” He shuddered at the memory. “I love dogs, but chihuahua’s are terrifying.“

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Cabin 6/dining pavilion|Tags:Satchi

Once he was thoroughly satisfied with the state of his hair, Caleb turned and prepared to leave the cabin, but paused when his gaze caught on a small, fuzzy, black shape curled up in the blankets on his bunk. “Hey, Orpheus,” he greeted the cat, his voice notably softer as he bent down and reached out a hand to stroke the little creature’s head. “Having a nice nap? You have no idea about anything going on around you do you, buddy? You’re just enjoying the warmth of my blankets.” He spoke in the tone of voice people usually reserve for small children and animals, something he probably wouldn’t have done if there’d been anyone around to hear him. The cut purred and nuzzled into his hand, gazing back at him with intelligent eyes that implied he did have an understanding of what was going on around him—he simply didn’t care.

Leaving the cat to his nap, Caleb stepped back out into the snow and headed up towards the dining pavilion. People were still milling about, chatting and eating. It appeared the meeting hadn’t started yet which was good, he’d been worried he’d be late with all the time he spent fixing his look—not worried enough to actually hurry himself up, however.

Looking for something to preoccupy himself for the time being, his eyes landed on a dark haired girl sitting at the Poseidon table and he made his way over. He slid into the seat across from her, flashing a charming smile. “Hi, Satchi, right?” Despite his usual flippant manor, Caleb was actually pretty good with names, as long as the person had been at camp long enough for him to learn it, and this girl had. “Are you waiting for the quest meeting or just hanging around?” He asked, the flow of conversation coming to him easily, regardless of how well he knew the girl. It was a simple enough question to ask, but he was also quite curious to find out who was actually going to face off with the snow goddess. Other than Aiden, he hadn’t really heard anyone confirm they’d be going along.

[sunhorsestar]

Satchiko Hironami | Poseidon | Tagging: Caleb | Location: Camp


Satchi had been finishing up her food, probably for the first time that week not having found someone to chat with/bother. She’d swept her black hair back over her shoulder out of her way, and had a slight hunch to her shoulders as she allowed herself to get lost in her own thoughts, which was not uncommon for her, until she heard a bright voice. Her head snapped up and she met the gaze of the boy in front of her, returning the smile.

"That’s right," she agreed. Likewise, she had been TRYING to pay attention to names. Sometimes she got them, sometimes she was WAY out on a limb. "C-Caleb, right...?" Her face already tinted with pink, convinced she had it wrong IMMEDIATELY after having spoken. Oops. "And I’m just sitting around, wasn’t chosen for the quest," she admitted. "Yourself?"

[Lucida]

[⚘] Yuno Takashi | Seventeen | Demi-girl [Her/They] | Demeter Child | Location: Camp | Tag(s): N/A | Mention(s): N/A
Yuno would have finally arisen from her slumber in the Demeter Cabin, having spent too much of her time awake the day before trying to tend to the garden which had been affected so severely by the sudden cold. She had not prepared for Winter just yet, so quiet a few of the crops were suffering and much to her anguish it kept her up late into each night trying to keep the more fragile plants alive. Which had left the Head Counselor extremely tired every single morning, most likely affecting her duties, but not too badly yet.

As she shuffled out of bed, she'd step over to the universal bathroom and quietly begin to clean herself up. Luckily for her, she had her abilities to assist in her morning routine. Allowing her to quickly fix up her hair, before she went to washing her face and brushing her teeth to make herself presentable. A hand would wave back, as a grape vine plant that sat neatly on her bedside table would stretch out, placing down a prepared, neatly folded set of clothing next to her on the sink counter. "Thank you, Lyva."

Her voice would ring out, before she quickly switched into her new set of clothing. Grabbing her spare watering can, which she used to wander over to the plant that assisted her and carefully pour some into its pot. Lightly patting the top of one of its many leaves, before continuing on her way out of the cabin. Stretching as she walked, but pausing for just a smidge to grab her weapon from her bed and tuck it in its holster. Then pushed the door open to saunter out into the cold, snowy day.

[sammy,]

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cabin 13
zeus - counselor
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when she started speaking of talking to her mother, orin felt himself begin to frown. she moved toward her bunk, seemed to rustle about for a while, and then pulled out what he assumed - correctly - to be a photo.

there was a moment of important silence. he could almost hear the thoughts flooding through her head, just as they had his own only a few minutes prior, and took the time to look at her. there was blood smeared across her hoodie, stark against the pastel purple, and though he didn't seem within his right to say it, given the fact that he looked just as bad, she certainly didn't look good.

auggie threw the photo down, and after a moment of hesitation, he picked it up between his fingers - careful not to print the laminate of the surface. it was old. it took a little while to realise that he was looking at the same person, years apart, one whole and hopeful and the other -
well, the other being auggie.

"you could," he nodded, tentatively putting the photo down to move closer to her once more. "you absolutely could. there's nothing stopping you. i mean, i'm not going to. i can't - i can't tell you what to do, i can't tell you the best way for you to cope with all that's going on right now. you're the person making the calls, and that's how it should be." there was a big 'but' coming. it waited, hanging around them.

"would it solve anything?" he asked in earnest. "minty spoke to a gravestone 'cos it couldn't talk back. he could say whatever he wanted, and he wouldn't get the answers he wanted, but he could deal with the questions that way. say you do. say you pull up the spirit of your mam and you - you - you get in a paddy with her. you get to shout and scream and ask her why she was the way she was, and she answers you." a pause. "what does that leave you? you've got the answer to it, and nothing's changed. the questions don't go away, they become worse. they become 'what if's - and those are - those are always worse than 'why's. because you can talk to the dead, but you can't change what they did when they were living."

"you want the truth. you wanna cut up the world into reasons and meanings but then all you're left with is the shattered parts of it. i can't tell you what to do, but i can tell you that i don't want you to do this - to talk to her, to ask her your questions, to figure out your truth - if all you're doing is widening the wound. you've got the facts of what happened to you, and if you try and factor in another version of events, it becomes a trial in your head. you'll start doubting it." he, in turn, looked down at the floor. "i didn't wanna talk to my nan because i have too much to say to her. there are too many 'what if's, and i can't feed them. it'll kill me. there are 'what if's happening now. bigger ones, but they're still up in the air. right now, you've got an ear in the mail. you've got an ending. the last page of a very long and very difficult story, and you get to write the sequel of how you move on with it."

"i said i wasn't gonna tell you what to do and then i started sort of telling you what to do," the realisation came bitterly, but he tried a smile. "sorry. i'm bad for that. i just - i don't want you to give yourself an excuse to get more hurt by all this."

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Jamie
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

"Whoa, frogs." Aiden raised his hands, feigning fear. "Are you actually good at painting frogs? Because frogs are pretty cool." he wouldn't say they were his favorite, but in actuality, that was because he'd never considered it. Did Aiden have a favorite animal? He recalled it was often a great conversation starter in elementary school. Back then, he usually went with the safe bet of "dinosaurs," but a lot has changed since then. Could he consider mythical creatures for the role? Griffins and hippocampi were real enough, but what about satyrs or manticores? Were they considered animals too, for this purpose? "I don't know if they're my favorite," he said, finishing his original thought to put his brain on the right track. "But they do eat flies and spiders and stuff, so I'm all for keeping them around."

Aiden resisted the urge to laugh at Jamie's prior misfortunes with a chihuahua, but he was ultimately unsuccessful. "I'm guessing it was a stray. Do chihuahuas even do well out in the wild like that?" he wondered. "That's probably how they get their food, you know. Scaring poor kids in Wendy's parking lots." a pause. "Oh man, do you think we could stop by Wendy's while we're on the quest? I haven't had fast food in... well, since I first got here. I don't even know what all there is anymore. McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King, Dairy Queen..." The child of Athena proceeded to rattle off a list of the ones he remembered, counting them on his fingers. "... KFC, Sonic, Denny's... actually I don't know if Denny's is considered fast food. It might be. What is considered fast food?"

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【✦】| Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Kade
❝𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎❞

Understandably, Kade found the topic at hand just as uncomfortable as Will did. However, it seemed they did have a common interest, as the other camper was receptive to his offer. Have things really gone so far south since I left? he wondered internally. There's a lot that can change in three years, he supposed. "Glad t' hear." Will beamed, glancing back at his half-eaten platter. Usually, he was a pretty big eater, but all this talk about death and a quest that could potentially lead to more death had soiled his appetite. Will finished the muffin he'd been eating and tossed the rest in the trash, already having given the gods' their fair share; he didn't feel right feeding them table scraps, anyway. "If y' want, we can head down to the forges an' get started. Ain't no sense in wastin' time." He wasn't sure if Kaden had eaten yet or not, but regardless, Will wanted to get a head start on planning a proper design for both Horace and Aiden's shrouds. They deserved something stellar.

[sunhorsestar]

Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Wilhelm | Location: Camp, Dining Pavilion


Kade had not eaten much that day period, but it hardly mattered. With so much stress and tension in the air, an appetite was something Kade seriously lacked at the moment, so he rolled back his shoulders and nodded. He couldn’t help but smile faintly at what was more or less enthusiasm from Will when it came to working in the forges, even if it wasn’t for the best occasion.

"Suits me fine," Kade agreed. "I can’t say I’m a master tinkerer, but I’m good at checking layouts and seeing where things should go." He smiled faintly. "Though I reckon with how you talk that you could teach me a thing or two, eh? Lead the way."

[indigo']

[✿]Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Dining pavilion|tags:Aiden

Jamie grinned at the other boy, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, man, frogs are like...my specialty. I’ll show you sometime.” His smile faded almost instantaneously as he realized what he’d said. He wasn’t going back to his cabin today, he’d already walked out of it for the last time—for now, he clarified to himself quickly. Of course, there was a possibility they wouldn’t come back, he couldn’t keep denying that. But he could certainly try.

“Anything that eats bugs is good with me...unless it’s a bug that eats bugs in which case no thank you.” He shook his head at the son of Athena’s suggestion that the chihuahua had been a stray. “It wasn’t!” He insisted, the pitch of his voice rising slightly in his indignance. “It’s owner was this really mean old lady who just sat there and watched it happen. I think she actually told it to go after me. I never heard her do it but...she had crafty eyes, I’m pretty sure she hated me for whatever reason.” He shrugged as though it wasn’t really that big of a deal, despite how aggreived he had sounded only moments before.

“Dude, dude...you’ve been deprived.” He stated, listening as Aiden began listing off all the fast foods joints he could remember. “Forget the snow, my new mission on this quest is to make sure you get the greasiest burger and fries we can possibly find.” He paused momentarily, considering the question. “Denny’s is not fast food. I once had to wait for my food there for like...half an hour. Fast food is fast.” He nodded sagely, clearly proud of being able to share his wisdom—even if his area of expertise was fast food chains.

“You know what I miss most about Canada? Tim Hortons. Apparently there’s a few here but...they’re not common. You Americans are missing out on that one, I used to live off ice capps. I’m fairly certain that coffee and caramel flavoured syrup still runs through my veins.”

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|dining pavilion|Tags:Satchi

It seemed that his appearance had caught the girl by surprise, as her gaze snapped up to meet his quickly, though she didn’t seem too shaken as she returned his smile. He nodded, noticing the uncertainty in her tone as she spoke his name. “You got it,” he confirmed. “Though I can’t really blame you for being unsure, I’ve been called plenty of other things. Captain America actually, just now. That was a good one.” He nodded to himself, before his mind and unruly ego were brought back to the conversation at hand.

He nodded at her response to the question, easily hiding his disappointment that he hadn’t found somebody whom he could question about prophetic dreams. “I’m not either, couldn’t possibly risk messing up all this on some larking escapade,” he said, gesturing to his face. “Thought I’d sit in on the meeting though...see what’s going on. If it ever starts that is.” He added, glancing back around the pavilion. He spotted Aiden standing with Jamie, who he believed was from the Iris cabin. They both seemed to be carrying bags, clearly ready to go. There was still no sign of Chiron though, and he wondered where the centaur had gotten off to.

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin

Auggie watched him pick up the photo delicately, treating it with more care than she had. She felt like she was exposing a hidden part of herself with that picture, something she’d shoved down and tried to kill off a long, long time ago—but if he’d already seen her blubbering and crying like a baby, what difference did it make? She wasn’t sure the little girl in that photo still existed anyways, the light in her eyes seemed to have burned out years ago. She finally looked at Orin while his gaze was on the photo, studying his expression in an attempt to gauge his reaction to the idea she was proposing.

It was crazy, she knew it was crazy. People died and that was it, that was the end. You weren’t supposed to get a second chance to talk to them, it wasn’t normal. But she wasn’t normal, she never had been and that was what had messed everything up in the first place. Shouldn’t she be allowed to use that to her advantage just once? After everything her cursed heritage had put her through?

Finally, Orin spoke again, setting the photo down and moving closer again. She slumped down next to him, listening to his words with a slight frown. He seemed to be agreeing with her...at least the words he said were, but she could tell from his tone that he wasn’t finished. The way that his words hung in the air implied that he wasn’t in fact recommending she follow her misconstrued, impulsive whims. “But?” she questioned finally, already able to see where this was going.

She was silent for a while, considering what he was saying to her. What would happen if she got to speak to her mom? If she could ask her all the questions that clamoured for attention inside her jumbled up brain? It wouldn’t end well. She knew that. No conversation with her mom had ever ended in Auggie feeling calm or relieved or really any feeling that wasn’t negative—at least, not any of the ones that she could remember.

“Your friend...” she said finally, the words sounding a little uncertain. “He forgave his dad because he knew harbouring those feelings would never get him anywhere and he’d have to do it eventually. I’m not...” She drew in a breath. “I don’t think I can do that. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to that. I don’t...” She hesitated for a moment, despite the wounds, she was still talking about her mother, and part of her still felt guilty for the thought that whirred inside her head. “I don’t think she deserves it.” She said finally, the phrase coming out like ripping off a bandaid.

She scratched at the makeup smeared on her sleeve, attempting to scrub it off to no avail. The motion was mostly a means to distract herself, to avoid looking up once again. What if she talked to her mom, and she really did have reasons for acting the way that she did? Certainly there must’ve been some motive for her actions, at least some chain of events that had led her to being the person she was. There was always a reason. What if she could explain that to her? What if she could actually have some answers?

She already knew what that would do, she didn’t need a ghost to tell her. It wouldn’t fix anything. No amount of explanations could change the way her life had gone or the person she had become because of it. She’d still be her, damaged and broken and lost, just a little more confused, stuck wondering if everything she’d ever known had really been accurate and yearning over things that could have been. That wouldn’t help her. It would only make all of this worse. She didn’t want to hear excuses. She didn’t want to forgive her mother.

He mentioned his nan and she was reminded how quickly she’d offered to contact her for him when they’d been in the Big House. He’d declined and now she understood why. If he didn’t want to talk to someone he seemed to have had a good relationship with, didn’t that prove just how ridiculous her idea was?

She leaned against him again, head still spinning a little from her injuries and her panic attack, but she managed to keep herself at least mostly upright. After a moment of silence, she sighed, knowing that she couldn’t argue. “You’re right and I hate it,” she muttered, sounding quite bitter to be admitting such a thing. She turned to look at him finally, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “You know the last time you told me what to do I did the exact opposite and ran into a collapsing building?”

Her gaze flicked back to the picture on the floor, expression faltering briefly. She reached forward and picked it up again, gingerly smoothing out the bent corner as though it were suddenly the most important thing in the world. If anyone else had seen this photograph, they probably would have thought it was sweet, a cute photo of a mother and daughter. For Auggie, it was a reminder; a reminder of a time just before everything had gone sour, before her world had started crumbling to pieces. It was a reminder of everything she couldn’t have and everything she’d lost and everything she wasn’t.

“Do you have your lighter?” She asked suddenly, looking over at Orin, her eyes alight with an expression that could be taken for excitement, enthusiasm for a brilliant new idea, or more likely, absolute madness.

[Galeslash7]

Bay Laurel, Immortal, Female, Drayd, Location: Apollo Cabin, Tags: Niji, Mentions: None

Bay looked down quietly as Niji exclaimed. "I-I... It's my life tree. It's freezing. I can't stand to trust man-made things, but it looks like I have no choice. I have to warm it, it's not used to such weather." She really didn't want to worry Niji, but it looked like it was too late for that. She knew most of the campers had bigger problems than her tree, Niji did have a point. If her tree died, she would too. Then she couldn't take care of the campers or tell them stories. she thought the little shelter she had built around her tree would warm it, but apparently not enough. Bay grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, shivering a bit more. She was so embarrassed to have this happen right when she was trying to take of someone else.

[sammy,]

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cabin 13
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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"you don't have to," orin said. "maybe she doesn't deserve it. but you do. 'cos she won't get the fruits of your forgiveness, but you get to move on."

he let out a little, bitter chuckle when she complained that he was right, meeting her gaze for the first time since he had entered. "don't tell anyone i can be right about things. you gotta keep this between us, otherwise that lot out there'll start looking for my words of wisdom," a little sigh, a reminder of the night before. it was all rather hazy - faded around the edges, blotchy in all the wrong places. "well, i was being a hypocrite, wasn't i? why would you follow my orders when i'm going against 'em?"

auggie pored over the photograph once more. once again, the cogs began their morbid whirs, and it wasn't long before the question was asked. he had expected it, really. "do you really wanna burn the bridge?" he asked, but after a moment of thought, he reached into his pocket. "i'm not - i mean, in the end, if you wanna do it, you're gonna do it. might as well make it less of a faff."

when orin pulled the zippo out from the depths, he did it a little too vigorously. with the retrieval of the concealed weapon came his phone, near flying out of his pocket and clattering on the ground. a few choice, colourful words. there was a notification on the screen - he hadn't felt it buzz, but there had been bigger things to worry about, things that had felt far away until that moment.

he passed the lighter over. "there's a little gas switch on it. if you flick it to 'low' it's just a normal light," the explanation was fuzzy, white noise as he leaned to pick up the fallen mobile. "just - i can explain this. i'm not just breaking rules for the hell of it." realistically, he was sure that she wouldn't care - but still felt the need to apologise for what seemed so little in the grand scale of things. the last thing the camp needed was another monster attack, and he was essentially sending out a 'come and eat me!' batsignal to any listening lurkers.

4m - worst gorman:
everyone's asking about you what do i say
3m - worst gorman:
i think we're gonna change flights to come back a bit earlier
3m - worst gorman:
would you for once in your life pick up your damned phone you melter
2m - worst gorman:
what do we do ?????

"bugger," he muttered.

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The campfire|Tags:Campfire group|
Draco waited patiently by a tree waiting for Chiron's return with the Lieutenant Laika. He hummed quietly unsure of what to do.

Niji "Ji-Ji" Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: Dining pavilion Tags: Bay

"There's straw would you like straw?" Niji asked.

Niji thought better of not touching Bay, but he didn't exactly have a choice.

Pulling his sleeves over his hands he hugged Bay.

"Sorry if you don't like touching. But its emergency." Niji mumbled.

"My hands aren't touching you are they?" He asked.

Sa'd "Lucky Charm" Salam•17•trans male (ftm)•Bi••they/them•Host of Set•Location: The Dining pavilion •Tags:Open! Ash

Sa'd shrugged.
"We don't have to worry about him because my uncle got wind of how he's treating the horses and Griffins and is putting the farm in my name. I just have to learn how to be a host before I get it."

"You act as if it's normal."
Set hummed.

"It's not normal, but my uncle talked about giving it to me for years, so it's a bit of common knowlege."
Sa'd explained.

"Not everyday it happens though."