Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

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

“I’d like to see that, actually,” she replied. “I’m not easily—“ She stopped herself abruptly. It had been bad enough that she’d said ‘spooktacles’, she wasn’t about to use the word flabbergasted in any context that wasn’t mockery. “—surprised.”

Her mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile at the suggestion that she was really suffering from head trauma, spreading into a full grin at the idea of her commanding respect. “Instill fear is more accurate, but thanks.” She responded dryly. “You’d be surprised how many people would love to punch my lights out. But, hey, if you need me to beat anyone up for you I’ll gladly do it.” She offered with a malevolent smile, evidently amused by the idea. “Haven’t gotten in a real fist fight in...at least a month. And it wasn’t the rock that hit my head, technically it was the ground. The rock just made the ground closer to my head.” She frowned, realizing her words didn’t entirely make sense but not really caring to clarify.

“Yes, because I’m known for my incredible apologizing and sweet talking skills. Obviously.” She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head at the absurdity of the idea. The dryad had bought her lie about a monster at the time, Auggie would just forget about it and hope she did too.

She watched him fidget nervously with the phone as he spoke, her curiosity growing with every word. She was beginning to get a little frustrated with the conversation dancing around some impending Bad Thing that she didn’t even know about. She hadn’t really pushed him to tell her, but that wasn’t going to last long. “If the worst thing you did to contribute to this was being born, then I think you’re okay.” Her expression hardened as he explained his worries. In a weird way, it did make sense, despite the clear lack of logic in the notion.

“Show me.” There wasn’t a hint of doubt or hesitation in her voice. “I’m never not stressed out so it won't make a difference, and like you said, I’ll have to find out eventually. You can think of it like practice. If I don’t lose it then you’ll be fine telling Chiron...probably.” She snorted a laugh at the mention of throwing the phone at Chiron and his clearly impenetrable passcode. “Very creative of you,” she responded aridly.

[norvina!]

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ + ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ
(seventeen;females;hypnos;nemesis)
(the forest; dining pavilion)(tags;telio;mira)

dahlia watched as he carried the body, she couldn't help but stare as it lay lifelessly in telio's arms. her chest felt heavy as she continued to look the thought of his death loomed over her, practically weighing her thoughts down. shaking her head, breaking out of the strange trance "you're right, I nearly forgot about the meeting." she frowned, knowing she was running out of time to say goodbye. "I-I'm sorry I've gotta grab my things." she apologized quickly, running back to the camp. Heading into her cabin quickly she grabbed the bag she had filled with her thing, looking one last time around she headed back out of the building to the dining pavilion.

"it looks lovely on you mirabelle" delilah complimented breathlessly, of course the girl had always been breathtaking to her. regardless of her godly parent, her personality was beautiful to delilah, the girl was just magnetic to her. her flushed cheeks had yet to calm down, brightly showing against her pale skin "of course, it's no problem, I'd do anything I can..for you." she smiled, stumbling over the last bit. her heart felt like it had fallen smack down into the ground from it's previous state on cloud nine, her face fell along with it. furrowing her brows she shook her head "you're joking, that's- she wouldn't leave me." she spoke, although unsure of her words. her normally soft expression had quickly changed into hurt, the unfamiliarity of anger had come on as she remained silent.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Behind Mess Hall --> Dining Pavilion|Tags: Delilah --> N/A|

Mirabelle felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as Delilah complimented her. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. She was at a loss for words yet again. Her emotions quickly shifted, however, as Delilah's demeanor changed. Gods, she could almost feel the betrayal and hurt coursing through the other girl's body. Or maybe she could feel it - amokinesis was finicky that way, and her rough sleep the night previous was making her typical emotional walls difficult to uphold. She wanted to say something, anything, to reassure Delilah, but nothing she could think of sounded remotely honest. "I - I'm sorry, I..." she started, grasping at words like paper straws. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that people were gathering in the pavilion. "I - I have to go now. Chiron said that the quest meeting starts after breakfast, and it's about that time." The guilt and regret trickled into her voice before she could stop it. She knew their imminent separation was inevitable, but part of her wished she could stay in this moment. Her sense of duty won over her selfish desires, however, as it always did.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. The Shakespeare line surfaced in her mind, and she couldn't help but marvel at how appropriate it was. On an impulse, she bent slightly and pulled the other girl into a warm embrace. "I'll miss you dearly." Though she knew she would hopefully see Delilah in her dreams, her absence would be felt deeply nonetheless. She held her tightly for longer than might have been necessary, but if this was the last time she would ever get to hug Delilah, she wanted it to last. When Mirabelle finally pulled away, unshed tears trembled in her eyes. She sniffled more audibly this time, blinking them away as best she could. "Take care, ma chérie." A wealth of unspoken words withered away as she turned to leave, walking back towards the dining pavilion with a heavy heart.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion --> Leaving Dining Pavilion|Tags: Cass --> Mira --> Open|

Juliet snorted when Cass told her to stay out of trouble and ruffled her hair. "You know me! Wouldn't dream of causing any trouble now, would I?" She smirked, waving goodbye to Cass as the older girl took her leave.
Just as Juliet was about to head back to the Hermes cabin, the familiar shape of a willowy blonde made her appearance from behind the mess hall. Now's my chance. It's now or never. Taking a short breath, Juliet shoved past a satyr - probably Chuck, she realised a bit late - and strode towards the edge of the pavilion.
"Hey. I uh, I just wanted to say goodbye. You know, in case we never see each other again." She kept her voice low, knowing that Mira wouldn't necessarily want anyone to overhear their rather private conversation.
"That’s -" Mira blinked. "That’s actually quite thoughtful."
Now that Juliet was close to Mira, she could tell that she wasn’t doing as well as she had been letting on. Most people wouldn’t pick up on the subtle signs, but Juliet knew her. Even under all that makeup, Juliet could see that her face was tired, as if she hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night. But frankly, who could blame her? After everything that had happened, it was a wonder any of them got any rest.
"Take care of yourself, Meerkat. Don’t die."
Juliet was about to turn and walk away, but Mira stopped her with a touch on the shoulder. "Jewel - wait."
The daughter of Hermes could hardly contain her surprise when Mira pulled her into a hug, albeit a brief one.
When Mira pulled away, her face was serious. "Just in case I... Just in case I never see you again."
"Oh, you’d better see me again," Juliet threatened playfully. "Who else is gonna stop me from stealing all the permanent makeup from the Aphrodite cabin?"
Mira cracked a small smile at Juliet’s antics, though her eyes remained sad and distant.
"Ooh, and if you stay in a hotel, steal me some of those little soaps!" This at least earned her a light chuckle. Juliet’s smirk slowly receded, her face growing oddly stoic. "Like I said, don’t die. And try to come back in one piece, ya hear?"
Mira nodded slowly, still smiling sadly. "Goodbye, Jewel."
"Bye, Meerkat."
Juliet watched as her secret former paramour strode away, only to rendezvous with Chuck just a few paces ahead. Despite her act of nonchalance, she found herself really hoping Mira came back alive. Losing multiple people she cared for in a short amount of time... Juliet just wasn't ready for that. Especially someone she used to love deeply. That love was still there, of course, just very much altered - it was a platonic love now, like that shared by good friends. I should probably hang around somewhere until after the meeting's over, she realised. Though Juliet still had a few goodbyes to make - she'd seen Aiden with some bags earlier - the last thing she wanted to do was sit in on some boring meeting about impending doom. Better to go off and keep herself busy, though she wouldn't stray too far for fear of missing the quest group on their way out. With that in mind, the daughter of Hermes edged her way out of the dining pavilion and towards the cabins area.


|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Mira --> Open|

Chuck had just finished his third helping of breakfast - including the plate and utensils - when Mirabelle appeared from behind the mess hall building. He hurriedly got up from Mr. D's table and started towards her, practically jogging to get there. He would not miss his chance to say goodbye to his oldest friend at Camp Half-Blood. Unfortunately, he was blindsided by a blonde torpedo and ended up flat on his butt on the cold ground of the dining pavilion. "Like hey! Watch it, man!" he called out, though quickly realised it would do no good. Juliet either ignored him or just didn't hear him whatsoever. His money was on the former.
By the time Juliet and Mira were finished with their exchange, Chuck had risen to his hooves and was dusting off his wide-leg corduroys. Thankfully, Mira had spotted him and was already on her way over.
"Chuck, I -"
"Uh uh uh, nope! We are like, totally not doing this," Chuck interrupted. Mira seemed almost dumbfounded - she simply stared and blinked as she tried to process what he had just said.
"Like, Mira, I know you wanna say goodbye, but like, there's gonna be no need," he insisted. "You're like, a total monster-butt-kicking machine. If anyone's got this, it's like, totally you." He sounded almost like he was trying to convince himself just as much as Mira, but evidently, the encouragement had done the trick.
Mira didn't say anything, but Chuck could see the unshed tears glinting in her eyes.
"Uh - like - do you mind if I give ya a hug?" the satyr inquired. "Y'know, for like, good luck." He didn't say what he was really thinking - In case it's like, the last time.
To his relief, she nodded, and he pulled her into a hug. He was moderately surprised to feel her gently hugging him back. "Thank you," she whispered, squeezing him a bit tighter.
"Like, no problem. You're gonna do great. You've like, totally got this."
She let him go, blinking away the sparkling tears before they could fall. "But if I don't -"
"Nope. Nuh-uh, not hearing any of that kinda talk, man. You're comin' back. Now, go on! Truck it on over to that meeting, or like, whatever's goin' down."
Mira smiled warmly at him. "In that case," she started, meeting his mossy green eyes with her own stormy-sky gaze. "Farewell for now." With that, Chuck's oldest and closest friend turned to face her grim duty.
"Like, see ya on the flipside!" he called after her, waving wildly.


|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Cabins Area|Tags: Jay|

"Thank you," Zahra breathed, the relief evident on her features. "Now, where is this Host of Set? I would like to enlist their aid as well if at all possible." Jay's agreement had reignited something within Zahra that had been sputtering in the past few days - the fire of hope. With all the gods united, they would actually stand a chance.

[WitchHazel]

(Reposts for sunhorse!)

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

Wilhelm laughed softly, matching his visibly gentle nature. "Maybe, but don't put yer money on it. There's plenty th' Athena cabin is better at than mine. Usually, it's plannin' ahead." He added light-heartedly. Will double-checked that Kade was following before making his way down to the forges. The smell of ash and steel brought back a flood of memories, some more pleasant than others. He remembered his first summer when he was twelve. It was an awkward time, to be sure; Will had hit a colossal growth spurt, growing two inches in hardly a month. His voice had started to crack as it deepened, and none of it was conducive to "fitting in," even at a camp made for demigods. I've come a long way. He mused, lighting some tinder with a finger to start warming the forges. His eyes wandered to the lacquered wood case he'd left the night before; his birthday gift. "Mh, don't 'spose I'll get a chance t' show yer head counselor this 'fore he leaves. Damn shame, too. Y'all are always tellin' me I need th' right weapon to appreciate the fightin'."

[➳]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.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
mess hall
thanatos
mentioned: dahlia
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"you -" teilo started to say, but then she was off like a flash, running back toward her cabin, and he was left with the dead in his arms. it was a bit depressing, to say the least. "right. see you there, then." he murmured to her quickly disappearing figure. "just me and you now, pal."
seemed strange, making small talk with a body. still, he'd probably done stranger. couldn't think of anything at the time, but there were definitely things that would have trumped whatever this was.

he walked for a while with the body, slipping out of view of the various milling campers, and finally found the collection of shrouds and bodies that he could lie the cold corpse beside. it was strange, to be surrounded by the dead in such a manner, but also rather calming in its own way. they were all very quiet. he admired that about the dead.
their bodies, at least. their spirits were often another story.

teilo took his jacket back from where it was positioned over the boy's face, slipping it back on to protect against the cold, and took a long look at the still face. his hand moved, almost of its own accord, to move hair out of the serene face.
when he did so, he swore he saw the cadaver's eyelid twitch. felt a rush of cold run through his body. "oh," he murmured, flinching back from the skin.
rigor mortis. definitely rigor mortis. it always was.

and with that out of the way, with a respectful nod, teilo was on his way. he got to his cabin, picked up his things, and began piling his way into the mess hall, sitting himself down at his lonely table, making sure to grab himself a croissant and a mug of black coffee as he did so. the meeting would be soon. he wasn't sure how ready he was for it.

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cabin 13
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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a look of anticipation as he waited for auggie to repeat the word 'flabbergasted' that - unfortunately - became one of disappointment. "damn," he muttered, swinging his fist to purvey his chagrin. "nearly got you there."

"well, you're of no use to 'em right now then, are you? got no lights on to punch out. they're clouded up because you -" his pointer finger went in her direction. "won't have a bit of ambrosia with me." the concept of getting in a fist fight made him furrow his brow in thought. "if you hang around with me for like, an hour, i can get some people riled up enough to start swinging. you can take it from there, if you want." he was nothing if not self-aware. "oh yeah, and i don't tend to fall over, i just pull the ground up toward me really fast."

"i bet you'd be good with a bit of practice. just need to figure out the way of the words. a bit of flattery will get you everywhere. say their - their leaves look really vibrant today. especially in the landscape. makes them pop nicely," in all honesty, he was quite impressed with his own suggestion. "you just need a little version of me in your head, running my mouth about nowt. it makes people forget why they're angry. makes 'em mildly irritated instead, which is much more manageable."

the mood did seem to alter drastically as the mention of the outer threat came about, and it was clear that the nervous energy had culminated and boiled over as he flipped the phone over and over in the palm of his hand absent-mindedly. she seemed eager to see it - it was no surprise. orin had left her a bit in the dark. he considered making a comment about curiosity killing the cat, but it didn't seem the time. "right. okay. alright, yeah," he said, turning off airplane mode and glancing up toward her. there was context necessary here.

"so there's this guy. he's a politician. really nice seeming fella. down-to-earth. not really involved in the whole eton clique thing. eton's a - a private school, by the way - and... well, i really didn't care about him. i don't tend to care about british politics unless it's funny. there was this one scandal, five years ago, where the prime minister was revealed to have done some dastardly things to a -" he cut himself off. he was stalling. "anyway. i checked my phone earlier, and - and my sister had messaged me, and she said to check the news. in a few more words. he's had a press conference, and it's..." he passed the phone over. "just watch it."

he waited for the video to play, cringing at the mention of the 'funeral shrouds' just as he had done when he revealed the source of his stress to laika. "and the thing is, is... i told laika. she's got dealings with these kinds of people, right? these... not-so-moral politicians. and she just said that people change. but i think the problem is that he hasn't changed. he's always been nice. not a bad word said about him, ever. if he had changed, if he was just going nuts, then it wouldn't be that much of a worry. but he's the same, right? so that makes him believable. a guy's trustworthy for his whole career, and then he does something like this, you'd still trust him, wouldn't you?" he pursed his lips. "i don't know what to do. i don't know what he wants. or what - what he's planning, or what he's gonna - or how -" the anxiousness that had come from speaking on the topic earlier was rearing its head again, his fingernails absently scratching at the back of his wrist as a solace for the little peaks of adrenaline.

[Rae'tia]

➸Theodora H. Silverthorn⏵Silent Innocents
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◄15｜Female｜Child of Apollo/Legacy of Muta｜Bisexual｜tagged; open ►

indentationDora knew this place was weird, she had from the beginning. But things around here had gone from plain strange to lock you up in the loony bin strange rather quickly. Really Snow, in June!? With the Big house collapsing... Well, Dora just hoped that nothing would worsen this whole ordeal. She grimaced at the thought, Mark always said that just invites more trouble. Though I didn't say it out loud. Maybe that has an effect? Either way that didn't help calm her nerves. Letting out a sharp breath, she took the bag she'd taken to carrying around with her these last few months off her back and riffled through it. Inside the moderately sized black bag was a few things, the first and most important to her, was Kingsfall. Then there were a few assorted books, some for writing in and some for reading, and then finally a few small canvases, her paints, paintbrushes, and three different palettes.
indentation Dora didn't have a large assortment of colors, but she liked it, she was still just a beginner when it came to painting. For now, she mostly toyed with shades. Deciding quickly on what she wanted, the teen pulled out a single canvas, three bottles of paint; Black, white, and a shade of purple that was apparently called Prisim Violet, a few different brushes, and finally a single palette. After uncapping the three bottles and squeezing a good amount onto the palette she re-capped them and looked up and around her surroundings. The dining pavilion seemed to be teaming with people, and she figured that a few were crying for some reason or another. Like the fact that an unknown amount of people just died, she thought wryly, as she met her brother's gaze from across the way. He seemed to be his usual self. You know, glaring at everyone who got near him, even if they were just walking past. Snorting, she turned her attention back to her paint and allowed it to take her mind away from the stress of the day... Week... Month?

☘Marcellus D. Silverthorn⏵Keeper of Balance
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◄17｜Male｜Child of Nemesis｜Demisexual Panromantic｜tagged; open ►

indentationThere were only a few things that Marcellus would ever admit that he was grateful for. One of the few, would - to no one surprise - be his sister, who was his heart. His father had once joked that he'd only known what love was when Little Dora was born. In a way, Marcellus wasn't surprised at the notion, but well there really wasn't a but. Marcellus sat on one of the many random tables that were provided, and leaned against the sharp-edged table, silently gazing out over the dining pavilion. He like normal had eaten breakfast with his sister, sacrificing a portion of his food to his mother. He probably tended to sacrifice a bit more than most of the others, mostly because he wanted to stay on his mother's good side. After all, he normally sat with Dora at the Apollo table, which had to be a kick in the nuts for a parent. Though he figured dear old mum might have a bit more steel than that. Mark shook his head, face utterly blank aside from the narrowing of his eyes.
indentation Mark had really been looking forward to being able to go around shirtless again after winter ended. But then it had started snow. Again. In June. Marcellus was pretty sure that some god or goddess was either smoking something or just plain off their rocker. In all Mark was rather annoyed by this situation, but what could he do. It wasn't like he could do anything to help in this situation. But at this point he was useless. He hated being useless. Slowly his lips turned downward, as s frown found its way to his face. Green met Green. The near adult gave a simple nod to his sister and returned his gaze to watching the others as they milled out, lips twitching in a sneer every few moments. Such a waste.

[Galeslash7]

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

Bay nodded gently as she heard him admit he had no idea. She had no other option, she needed to get warmth to her tree. She decided to allow some sort of device to hear up her tree, even though she hated that sort of thing. "I think... I think I need to heat up my tree at any cost. Which means technology." Bay Laurel heaved a small sigh, before realizing she knew nothing about technology. "How do I hear my tree? Wrap some wires or metal around it?" She had no idea where she would even get a device like this or figure out how to work it. Maybe Niji would have some idea.

[indigo']

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

Auggie shot him a glare. “No you didn’t. Never again,” she said, shaking her head stubbornly. She made a face when he pointed a finger at her accusingly, as if he was any more eager than she was to take some ambrosia. “I’m still awake and talking, aren’t I?” She raised an eyebrow. “That would require hanging around you for an hour. I think I’d rather just stand outside the Ares cabin until one of them got suspicious and started throwing punches.”

She nodded at his next statement, choosing to ignore the sarcasm in his words. “Exactly.” Her expression quickly changed as he began suggesting ways to get back on the dryad’s good side, pulling a face of disgust at the idea. “I’d somehow mess that up and insult them. It’s much easier to get what you want when you don’t have to rely on being nice.” She said the word as though it were a foreign concept to her, something she’d be appalled to even consider. The fact that she could actually be nice on occasion—if she wanted to—didn’t matter, she’d at least pretend she couldn’t. “I think a little you in my head is the last thing I need,” she said with a half-hearted glare, scrunching up her nose.

Then the conversation turned to the impending threat that he was so nervous about, and clearly wasn’t eager to share—or at least didn’t want to have to think about. She nodded as he began to explain the situation, serious expression morphing into a frown as his words seemed to drift away from the topic. She raised an eyebrow at the mention of the scandal, unsure if she wanted to hear where that was going. She took the phone, eyes locked on the screen as the video began to play, and watched with a blank expression as the man spoke, her gaze not betraying the surge of dread that had begun welling up inside of her. When he started talking about demigods she felt her heart plummet into her stomach, eyes widening as he went on.

Her breath caught when the politician looked straight into the camera—the words ‘funeral shroud’ sliding off his tongue as if he knew exactly what was going on at camp—the brief hitch the only indication of her growing panic. The video ended and she sat frozen for a moment, head buzzing with anxiety.

Then Orin was rambling again, his fears much more apparent this time. She turned to look at him as he spoke, nodding as she struggled to follow along with the pace of his words. She’d known it was going to be something bad, but she couldn’t have possibly anticipated something to this scale. Monsters and snowstorms were one thing, you could trace their motives, you could fight them. This wasn’t something you could fix with a sword or a bolt of lightning, this was a lot bigger than that. She swallowed back her trepidation, it wouldn’t be helpful for both of them to start freaking out, she had to keep a level head.

“Hey,” she laid a hand on his shoulder, gaze and voice steady, determined not to show the sudden fear that was threatening to swallow her up. “Breathe. Freaking out isn’t going to help anything.” She handed the phone back before shoving both hands into her pocket, not trusting her powers to hide her feelings as well as she could on her face. “We’ll tell Chiron. He’ll…” She hesitated. She couldn’t say he’d know what to do because she wasn’t sure he would. The centaur was wise, but even he couldn’t control everything. “It’s better if everyone knows, then we can be prepared to deal with whatever comes next.” Whatever comes next, that was vague. She had no idea what this politician could possibly want with them, but it certainly wasn’t good. The questions Orin had posed were spinning around her head, making it difficult to put on a brave face. She could feel herself starting to shake and balled her hands into fists to prevent the tremors from giving her away. “We don’t have to know what to do. We can figure that out later. Right now we just need to tell someone before something worse happens.” With that less than pleasant thought, she pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly from the abrupt elevation of her head.

[sammy,]

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cabin 13
zeus - counselor
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the video went on. that was three times he'd seen it now - the inflection of the man's tone had become drilled into his head, strings of words blaring in orin's head. alarm bells, sirens ringing.
he could see the same happening to auggie. the brief widening of the eyes, the controlled stillness. that was nice in its own way - seeing that his reaction had not been completely unjustified.

but that also meant that it was as bad as he thought, and the words were coming, unstoppable and loud, and it felt stupid - he'd explained only minutes previously that he wasn't scared of anything. maybe that was wrong. he didn't think so. he wasn't scared. there was nothing unreasonable, phobic about what was happening here. it wasn't like the dark, or the number eight, or the ticking of a particularly loud clock. this was a threat that was palpable and real, not the potential it could bring about.

when her hand landed on his shoulder, he silenced the rambling, listening closely to what she had to say. "if he knows about the funeral shrouds, then he knows about us," he chose the words very carefully, each one slow, enunciated. his fingers closed around his phone. "and he's surrounded camp jupiter instead." the panic had given way for an overwhelming sense of calm. "he knew we'd see it. he knew we'd freak out. create some kind of chaos." a quick check of his phone.

when auggie stood, he had a moment of hesitation before launching himself up to his feet.
immediately, he realised there was something rather wrong. the edges of his vision fizzing and sparking, darkening rapidly. a heat that spread from the top of his cheeks and captured the rest of his skull, the sound of his heart beating in his ears. "augs," he muttered, voice thick. his hand closed around the handle of the door. "i think - gonna need a - just a minute."
orin's knees buckled. he may have heard them hit the floor, felt his head bounce off the door, but he wasn't quite sure. for a moment, he wondered if he was dying.
and then he realised that it was much more severe. much worse than that - an affront to his entire being, an offence that he would never live down. after staving it off the night before, it had been this - standing up a tad too quickly when his heart was going a bit too fast - that had him succumbing to an act of unconsciousness.
embarrassing, to say the very least.

[indigo']

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

Auggie nodded when he spoke again, evidently taking more care to control his words. The things the man in the video said were clearly not an accident, clearly not the ramblings of a politician who had lost his mind and started making things up. They were informed, intentional. They were really, really bad. Freaking out and creating chaos sounded about right, but they had to keep it together for now. She drew a breath, trying to keep her false semblance of calm in tact as she stood.

The room around her spun for a moment, but she steadied herself and blinked the black spots away from her vision. Then Orin sprung to his feet and he was speaking again, but something sounded different, his voice sounded rougher, less clear. She turned around and saw something wrong in his expression too, but before she had a chance to react he had already hit the floor, going down like a ton of bricks.

She would’ve tried to catch him if she’d had the chance, despite how poorly that would’ve gone given their height difference, but it happened so quickly she barely had a moment to realize what was going on before he was on the ground again.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” she muttered, rolling her eyes despite the severity of the situation. “‘Would never pass out’ my ass. ‘I would simply stay awake’ my ass.” As much as she’d enjoy this normally—the opportunity to rile someone up for doing exactly what they said they wouldn’t do—she wasn’t too pleased with how the situation had come about, and at the current moment, making fun of him was the last thing on her mind...mostly.

She crouched down next to him, eyebrows knitted with concern. “Hey.” She tapped the side of his face lightly, just enough force to bring him back to consciousness. “You’re not allowed to faint on me, Pikachu. This is not the time for that. Probably time for that ambrosia now,” she sighed discontentedly, as if the situation hadn’t been bad enough, now he probably had twice the head injury.