Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|cabin 7|tags:Orin, Felix

Through the haze of pain and the dark spots dancing in her vision, she was vaguely aware of Orin sitting up when she flinched, silently berating herself for the show of weakness, for making him worry about her. She was glad that he stopped himself before asking the question, he already knew the answer and she didn’t want to say it. It was a little easier to breath when she was laying down—it didn’t stop the harsh stab of pain in her side entirely, but she at least wasn’t making it worse by moving around, and her head was no longer spinning.

Auggie raised her eyebrows at his quip, looking over to shoot him a half-hearted glare, amusement softening the harshness of her gaze. “Watch it, Lofty, just ‘cause you’re surrounded by medics doesn’t mean you’re safe. I’m the perfect height to give you a knee-capping.” Under any other circumstance she would’ve hit someone for making a comment about her height like that, but the thought didn’t even cross her mind now.

He didn’t seem to be annoyed by her question, which came as a relief. She almost smiled at the response. She didn’t doubt that he’d brag about riling up the son of Ares, as stupid as such a thing would be, but she believed what he was saying. She wasn’t entirely relieved by the answer, the confirmation that Leo had attacked him without warning or reason. The fact that he had endangered Orin’s life for his own sick entertainment opened a pit of anger in her chest, the same combination of rage and dread that had led to her interfering in the first place.

Her brow creased in confusion as he continued. It was disconcerting to hear after deciding that she could trust his honesty. He couldn’t actually believe that. He was the one who hadn’t done anything, Auggie had run up to Leo and tackled him. She’d hit him first, of course she deserved it. And he’d said he was angry about it, as if Leo hitting her had been worse than what he’d done to Orin. She looked over at him again, an uncomfortable flutter in her chest that she could only put down to panic. “You didn’t—“ Whatever she’d been about to say was lost upon the reappearance of Felix, the sudden flurry of confused, anxious thoughts being pushed back and ignored again.

Auggie barely suppressed a smile at the son of Apollo’s irritated tone, clearly done with the pair of them and their stubborn refusal to accept help. There was no point arguing now, if she’d had the energy or willpower then she was fairly certain she wouldn’t still be in cabin seven. She begrudgingly accepted the mug, muttering a barely audible thanks as she did.

She wasn’t a fan of nectar. The bittersweet memories associated with the taste of ambrosia were different. The godly food brought up an intense nostalgia, a painful reminder of a past where things had been better, where the world hadn’t seemed so dark and dismal all the time, but it wasn’t the worst feeling. As much as the memories hurt, it was still a reminder of something that had been good. Nectar hadn’t been like that for her. It was a good taste, but nothing worth noting, as if her brain couldn’t find a decent memory for the celestial medicine to trigger and simply went ‘good enough’.

She took a sip and nearly choked at the unexpected flavour, a look of shock immediately overtaking her face. She recognized the taste right away, it being one that she had both experienced and suffered through endless bragging over the day before. Her gaze unintentionally went towards Orin for a moment before she abruptly turned her head away, wide eyes focused on the ceiling above them. Was that supposed to happen? Was the taste of nectar allowed to change? That didn’t have to mean anything. She really didn’t want it to mean anything. This had to be some kind of prank, maybe Felix was in on it, or maybe it was the gods getting back at her for her constant slander.

August eyed the mug suspiciously, eyes narrowed as though she were trying to decipher a code, or intimidate the cup into telling her it's secrets, though her features were still stricken with a look of surprise and fear. She wasn’t going to think about it. It didn’t have to mean anything if she simply refused to acknowledge the change.

[takara]

☂ | Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Arena| tags: Aydan

She hugged him tighter as he explained about his father. It was the sort of thing that made a sickening sense, in hindsight. It echoed of what her father had no doubt pulled. She wondered about this grandmother. Did she have granny glasses, and bake cookies? Did she have a million house plants and tell the same three witty stories of her younger years? Or was she the type to still be out riding in a biker gang, badass leather jacket and dyed hair to boot? Probably not, considering the raising Aydan part. She chided herself, using her tightening grip as an excuse to snuggle closer. With all this chaos abounding, will I get the chance to know this grandma? The thought brought color to her cheeks, the implication of knowing him that well, of having this go...somewhere...
It was downright terrifying.

His question had a point, but she let it fall rhetorically into the open arena. How do you tell someone that this person they look up to, this parental idol that could rival gods, had flaws? What about if those flaws amounted to more than they did as a person, and you'd watched them fall to ash before your very eyes?

Wait a second, he was going to kiss her? Her brain did the equivalent of a record scratch trying to process. "As a thank you," He added. Of course, he's just being nice. Get over yourself!

"Uh, okay Aurora, whatever helps!" She breathed, trying to ease the tension with the nickname. He pressed his lips to her forehead, and she stood stiffly, unsure of what to do. Her heart skipped a beat. We're demigods, here today, gone tomorrow. She hadn't asked to be a demigod. They hadn't asked to be demigods. But maybe...maybe she was cutting off her nose to spite her face here. She could practically hear her mother's laughter in her head, a tinkling of bells that was all at once annoying and prissy and perfect. 'I told you so!' She would say, not even trying to hide her amusement at Ophelia and her very human shortcomings.

She loosened her grip on him after the kiss, and turned her head away, her thoughts running away again. Most importantly though, he didn't need to see her as more of a wreck than she already was. "It's not dumping, it's cleaning up the mess in your head before it consumes you," She said firmly, still not meeting his eyes, just in case. Gods, this sounds like my conversation with Mira. Do all of us have a hoarding-things-in-our-head-til-we-explode issue? "It's nothing to be ashamed of," She patted his shoulder. Not even close to a kiss, but it was the best she could do right now. Idly, she realized that she still had her shield out. She tapped the mechanism, letting it retreat into its bracelet form with an automated buzz. She winced, hoping it hadn't broken the moment of...whatever this was, and looked at Aydan.

"Heck, next time I bet it will be me," She ventured, trying to keep a lightness in the air. Anything to get him to stop looking so down on himself.

*leaving others till tomorrow, I need sleeps c:

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Zeus' Fist | Tags: Leo
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

Leo was stubborn. Thick-skulled, bull-brained, it didn't seem as though any of Aiden's words made it into that head of his. Maybe it was the hair? No, now isn't the time for humor. Leo was calm; content almost. He reminded Aiden of a lion with a full belly, cheesy as the comparison was. The feeling didn't sit right with his own stomach, but Leo wasn't to blame entirely. As deep as his rivalry went with the Ares cabin, he didn't hate them. They were hot-blooded, tempered, and efficient. In many ways, Aiden understood them; they were the opposite side to the coin, embodying the fury and fire of war. Ares was emotion, and Athena was logic. "So you'll hear me out?" He asked, ducking slightly at the sight of the dagger whizzing over his head. Well... Aiden learned first to fight with his fists. "I'll take that as a maybe." His own dagger dropped from his hand. "You won't learn anything from Chiron, not anything you need to hear." Leo wasn't playing him, Aiden could tell that much. "You really think me fighting you is a death wish? If I didn't know any better, I'd take that as an insult to my mother's pride." He approached the Ares camper, his neck craning back to look him in the eye.

"I don't understand you." Aiden put it plainly. "I won't pretend to, because I'm not you. But I know some things you don't, and I'll be damned if I have to leave before I get to school another camper twice my size." Humor infected his serious tone, a glimmer sparking his eyes. Maybe now was the time. "I can take you to Chiron. I absolutely could; it's what anyone else would do. It's the easy way out. It's been done a hundred times before, that tried and true method. But I'm not like everyone else, and neither are you. What d'you say?" He raised his fist and pressed it into Leo's stomach, bowing the skin in a friendly gesture.

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mount Marcy throne room | Tags: Malcolm, Hicks, Khione, The Vessel
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

The Doors. The number of times he'd heard the name of the blasted Doors of Death was beginning to grate on his psyche. Yeah yeah, you're really adamant about having these today. Nicholas bit his tongue; he'd done enough speaking out of turn. Still, the encounter had left a bad taste in his mouth. Death was on the fence about the Vessel, but curiosity was a persistent mistress. Khione seemed to follow them, albeit blindly, whereas Eris appeared to share his own unspoken sentiment. The horseman stood in silence as the inhuman visage faded, light returning to the throne room. "It was something alright. Seems like I've got my work cut out for me, eh?" He commented, tapping the head of the cane momentarily before discarding it into the same shadows he'd retrieved it from. A sigh, a wipe of the nose. The god drove his fist into the frosted wall, shattering the surface ice around the impact before shaking out his hand. It seemed as though his anger had yet to subside completely. "He wants the Doors, and I'll deliver. I've promised that much." he flexed his hand, wincing from the twinges of pain the action sent up his forearm.

Death directed his gaze to Eris, or Malcolm now, he supposed. Briefly, his eyes met those of Hicks, and the death deity banished his aura of foreboding. He commended the man for keeping his head in the face of it later. "I'd say the goal here now is to play cat and mouse until I finish in Tartarus. Keep Jupiter occupied and Half-Blood fighting for a foothold, and keep the public afraid." Death then turned to Khione. "The Greeks are convinced Khione is to blame, and that's enough to lure the questing group here while the others scramble to defend their camp. I imagine you'll want to tear into them yourself, so," he raised his hands and stepped back a pace. "I'll leave you to that. Your chill would be lost in Tartarus anyway, it's no place for the cold-hearted."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, felix.
ivi cabin seven.

orin smiled at her rage regarding her height. would have laughed, but the thought of constricting his ribs in such a way felt like one that would have him cursing again - and none of the nervous-looking apollo campers needed to hear excerpts into the freudian nightmare that was his language cortex. "i'm in the best place for you to do it. there's no time like the present. convenient, don't you think? they might have a surgical hammer lying about here somewhere,"

the problem still didn't feel like the beating. the problem felt like the fear that it had caused. he hadn't had fear like that in a long time, and as he had realised that, a conclusion had solidified itself that orin wasn't certain how glad he was for. there had been a change, yes, one that made him more aware of his mortality, one that, in essence, was making him want to continue living his silly little life rather than resigning himself to the facts of his limited existence, and he hadn't even noticed it was happening until it was right in front of him. he was scared of dying for the first time in four years. perhaps the worst part of it was how okay he was with that.

auggie tried to disagree with his comment on deserving. anticipated - already thought about. he had his history with leo, had created the association between his stupid face and an exhilerating punch-up in leonidas' head. of course he deserved it. he wasn't surprised that he was reaping what he had sowed, just angry that he had dared take it further than orin's realm.

the nectar was welcomed, especially when auggie took her own mug. must have been bad if she was accepting help, but he didn't make any mention of it. then the cough, which had felix rushing over, likely concerned that she was going to choke. it would have been ironic if she had. bad - immeasurably bad - but ironic.
"are you alright?" he asked. "did it go down the wrong pipe?" she seemed to have recovered rather quickly, though orin caught a glance that he couldn't figure out the nature of.
"you are so neurotic," he commented, chugging down the dandelion and burdock flavoured warmth. it still wasn't whiskey. one day, he would rewire his brain to make nectar taste like whiskey. that'd be a scene to behold.
felix didn't seem too happy about the comment, rolling his eyes. "i wish it was you. i'd love to do the heimlich on you with that stomach,"
"that's a threat. i've been threatened by my carer. you're gonna get litigated to hell and back, coyle. i deserve compensation." a grumbled response from felix that sounded along the lines of 'shut up'.
though he complained, the mixture of the nectar and the blessed codeine were working their magic. it was still painful, but the pain had soft edges around it - like he was aware of the throbbing in his stomach, but his brain didn't really care about it. a big fuss about nothing, really.

"so, when can we leave?" orin asked. "i don't like it in here. if another blonde child looks at me like i'm a feral cat, i'm going to have to start punching. auggie and i, we'll tag team 'em."
"you need sleep,"
"on these mattresses? i'd be better off on a bed of nails. get a bit of acupuncture therapy in in the meantime," he didn't like the idea. sleeping while everything was going on outside - what if something happened? he couldn't miss it. "my cabin's occupied, anyway. i doubt my sister wants me snoring in the corner while she's trying to watch a film. she might finish the job leo started."
"so you stay here, then. glad we're agreed,"
that did not go how he wanted it to.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: aiden.
ivi zeus' fist.

another controlled breath in. it seemed that though the fight had mostly left leo, aiden was a different story. he wanted to 'school' him, whatever that meant. he wasn't a big fan of that. every animal instinct in his head, the ones that were rooted in fear and built on power, told him to spin the kid's jaw like a catherine wheel, but he had been trying his best to listen to the more reasonable voices. it was strange to him, in all honesty, that aiden was trying to appeal to the more brutish side. was he dense, or was there something else driving him? he hoped it was just the former, that he truly didn't know the repercussions of such an act, but one could never be sure. a child of wisdom - maybe he had something up his sleeve. "i'm not sure chiron would be happy with you saying that," he said with a slow raise of the brow, breaking into a bitter smile when offence was taken. "i don't think, midge. i know." aiden was good with combat, yes, that was a given, but leo was more than confident. "i'm sure you're great when it comes to a good duel, right? but that's not my game. you can take it as an insult to her pride all you want, but the fact it's insulting doesn't make it any less true."

he nodded when aiden admitted that he didn't quite get leo. that was a given. "i'm sure you know loads of stuff. i'm just a boorish ape, right? a bull. and you're a gladiator." he had, in a sense, been hoping for a walk to chiron. the centaur had never truly been able to pin him down. leo couldn't leave the camp, and any attempt at punishment seemed to slide off him - but on the other hand, he had been trying. he had really, really been trying to keep some shred of control. the hand pressed to his stomach aggravated the forming bruise that auggie's knee had caused. leo's hands moved, clasped over aiden's fist, pulled it in. "you remind me of my little brother." it hurt to say. it had been a while since he'd thought of the boy, but he was being honest. "so i say no. sorry. train's left the station. throw your punches, kid, but the little conscience in my head really doesn't wanna hit my brother." again. that wasn't the point. he ignored that. "get on your pegasus. come back from your quest, and i'll take you up on it. but i don't think gorman's fit for a mortal battle right now, and i don't think you want to be in his situation. be a bit... humiliating."

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|cabin 7|tags:Orin, Felix

Auggie glared back at his smile, at his helpful agreement with her threat to knee-cap him, holding back a laugh at the suggestion. “Very convenient,” she agreed. “I don’t think anybody would even try to stop me. I’d just tell them you’re being a nuisance and they’d let me go right ahead.” She wasn’t sure how they always ended up here, making jokes when somebody was either crying, bleeding or both, laughing as though the world wasn’t caving in around them. But it was a relief, even for just a moment to not think about the terror of everything going on, everything that could have happened and everything that still could.

She would’ve been irritated by Felix’s concerned doting, would’ve made a threat about shoving something down his pipe, but he gave her an excuse at least—a way out that didn’t require explaining the strange reaction she’d had to the taste of the nectar. “Yeah...something like that,” she muttered vaguely. She rolled her eyes as the two begin to bicker again, her gaze still on the mug in her hands, eyeing it suspiciously. “The pair of you sound like an old married couple. Did I miss a wedding or something last time he was here?” she asked, flicking her head towards Felix and immediately regretting the movement.

She didn’t want to drink more of the nectar. She didn’t want to have to think about the sudden change of taste, but she could already feel the godly drink numbing the sharp pain in her side, and she was in no position to refuse that. She drank it back, trying to focus on the back and forth between Orin and Felix, on the pain in her side that was very slowly receding, and not on the taste of the nectar.

Auggie nodded solemnly in agreement to Orin’s statement. “We could take them out. Every last one of them.” She let out a huff of laughter at the whining complaint, an action that she was instantly sorry for as her rib cage attempted to fight back against the movement.

The argument continued and she sat up a little quicker than she should have, blinking as black spots filled her vision again and gritting her teeth against the pain in her side. The nectar had helped a little, but there was definitely still something wrong with her—something she could easily ignore in favour of pretending the words being spoken had nothing to do with herself or her own injuries. “Sleep is for the weak and the injured,” she said bluntly, with a look towards Orin as if she were neither of those things. “Have fun with your bed of nails.” She offered him a mockingly sweet smile, trying not to lose the effect in another wince of pain when she breathed in.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, felix.
ivi cabin seven.

"that line of thinking seems to be a trend recently. i'm starting to think that i have a negative effect on people," he mimed thinking, then shook his head. "no. no, it's definitely not me. i can't be the problem. it's the public who're wrong." it made things lighter. he would have never expected auggie to match his behaviour so well when he met her, but it was becoming a comfortable constant in an everchanging, tumultuous little world.

"yeah, actually. we did," orin confirmed. "but it was like - it was like when anne of cleeves got married to henry the eighth. i removed felix's veil and screamed. said 'he's a horse!' and, you know. i'm not gonna give away my freedom for a horse. my kingdom, however -"
"i thought i looked good," felix said, a very brief lapse in his normally incessant seriousness. orin looked at him with surprise, not used to him playing along. either he had changed in the past two years, or something was very, very wrong. but something was always very wrong.

auggie looked a little better, not as pale, nor as clammy, and that settled orin's anxieties a little. especially when she joined in on the threat, promising the fight of the age. "we would raze this cabin to the ground. don't test us. we would. swear."
"i'm sure you would," back to the patronising tones, it seemed. some things were just miracles. they never lasted.

his brow furrowed when she moved, unsure of how intense her injuries were - but certain that getting up was one of the last things she should have been doing. it appeared that felix had the same concerns, looking between him and her like he was in awe of the two of them. probably surprised that there were two people who acted as though they were unkillable, invincible to what would, very rightfully so, leave anyone else bedridden. "yes, it is," felix frowned. "and you're - you're neither of those? right. just - yeah. fine. good luck with that."
orin knew he wasn't the type to just let a patient get away like that. he should've been wrestling her back into the cot, but something was holding him back. maybe he knew something. maybe he was trying to keep an eye on orin, a well-known absconder from medical environments.
"are you - are you sure you're alright?" he asked, at risk of sounding like the son of apollo. "don't want a bit of - bit of codeine, you know, for the road? something?"

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|cabin 7|tags:Orin, Felix

Auggie cracked a smile at Orin’s nonsensical rambling, though her expression shifted to one of surprise when Felix joined in. She hadn’t taken him for the type to make jokes like that, but everybody had a breaking point. “Sorry I missed it,” she muttered, shaking her head with an amused look. The energy of the conversation had palpably shifted, not entirely, there was still the underlying feeling of impending doom that wouldn’t seem to loosen it’s incessant grip, but it was easier to ignore when thoughts of it weren’t out in the air.

“There’d be nobody to save them. What are they gonna do when we take out all the healers? Nothing.” She wasn’t sure why she carried on with the pointless, empty threat. It was quite obvious neither of them were going to be fighting anyone, but the words just seemed to come out of her mouth, almost as if the lack of sleep and proper oxygen flow were finally getting to her. That was also something that could be ignored for the time being, she decided. She narrowed her eyes when Felix switched back to his previous tone, but didn’t say anything in response.

Auggie blinked hard when she sat up, trying to focus her eyes and stop her head from feeling like she’d just jumped out of a plane. She fixed Felix with a hard glare, or at least tried to. “No,” she replied firmly. “Never have been. Never will be.” She was actually surprised when he let it go, not having the focus or brainpower to decipher why he had given up, but instead putting it down to not wanting to deal with her stubbornness anymore.

She looked back at Orin at the question, trying not to roll her eyes again at the hesitant concern. She was tired of being asked if she was okay, tired of being looked at as though she might collapse at any moment. At least the son of Zeus didn’t ask her as patronizingly as the others, but the concern wasn’t any less unsettling. “Have I given myself a reputation as a liar or something? Because last time I checked—“ She pushed herself to her feet as she was speaking, a mistake that she realized too late as her head spun, everything suddenly went dark and there was a brief rush of air as the floor came up to meet her.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, felix.
ivi cabin seven.

orin pointed in auggie's direction when she continued the conceptual ruin of the apollo cabin. "see? there you have it," he said simply. felix had stopped listening. they were white noise to him now. still, it had worked for getting him off of their backs. a tag team victory - worth the beam of pride that orin donned.

"yeah. i believe you," felix nodded. he must've had something up his sleeve, must've checked something, because he was watching her like a hawk, waiting for something to happen. orin had no idea what it was - and didn't really enjoy the fact that he was glaring in the way he was, but it gave him a sense of something, an impending event that loomed, one that he just couldn't quite see yet.
and then it came, midway through the sentence that denied any idea of not being okay. her speech stopped. her eyes glazed. felix went to catch her - didn't do a good job of it, but enough to stop her head bouncing on the floor, and finally, orin reacted. "auggie!" sitting up, despite his body's complaints, throwing the ice pack that fell into his lap to the side, and rushing toward her.
"hey! get - get back in your damn bed, lofty. she's fine," felix said. "she fainted."
he didn't heed the order, kneeling next to the crumpled form of his friend. "obviously she's not fine, you dolt. she fainted," his head lowered, turning so his ear was over a slightly open mouth. "she's breathing." a sense of relief.
"i know that,"
"did you know?" absently, his hand went to move a strand of hair out of her face. "is that why - you let this happen. you're such a -"
"it was going to happen anyway. the numbers were high. trying to stop her was a lost cause,"
"yeah, and good job catching her, you stupid, stupid little man. i really - i really don't like you, sometimes. how come she gets the numbers and i don't?"
a scowl, a shake of the head. "it's different," some of the other cabinmates had noted a commotion, tried to check what was going on. when hands landed on orin, presumably to try and get him back on his cot, he shoved them off. in the process, tiny sparks of electricity from his fingers shot into their grasping paws. not enough to injure, just enough to get them away.
"get off of me," he grumbled, turning his focus to auggie.
"water. ice pack, as well. for her ribs, please, maria," felix supplemented, then turned back. "if you two cared half as much about yourselves as you did about -"
"shut up," he hissed. a breath in. calm. "augs," a goading, gentle little voice. "come on, augusta. bad as me, now. there's one less thing you can hold over my head, isn't there?" he wasn't sure how much she could hear in the unconsciousness, but it was for his own benefit as much as hers. "what'd you say, 'scandalised old woman at a church meeting', wasn't it? we can forget about that. i'll omit it. come on,"

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 7|tags:Orin, Felix

She didn’t feel it when she went down; the attempt at breaking her fall or the consequential impact with the ground. Her head was consumed with a warm, fuzzy feeling, a buzzing in her ears that drowned out everything else. Before she knew what was happening the room around her had faded away into an all-consuming, dreamlike sense of darkness. Her brain was a haze, untethered thoughts drifting back and forth without direction. Through the foggy feeling, she became vaguely aware that she was on the floor, though she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten there.

She could hear voices speaking, but they sounded like they were coming from far away, like music blasting from inside a car with the doors shut, or as if her head had been plunged underwater. She strained to focus on the sound, some part of her fighting back against the urge to stay blissfully unaware of her surroundings, to sink into the calm darkness. One of the voices was familiar, speaking in a calm, gentle tone. After a moment she realized that the blackness wasn’t coming from closed eyes, she just wasn’t seeing.

“What’d you say, ‘scandalised old woman at a church meeting’, wasn’t it?”

Her vision started to come back slowly, along with the realization of what had happened. She let out a soft groan, gaze focusing on the concerned face above her before drifting to the room behind him. Orin seeing her pass out wasn’t so bad, he’d done the exact same thing earlier that day, she could deal with that. The cabin full of people she could not. That was a lot worse than the nearly empty Hades cabin. There was an entire crowd of onlookers there to witness her demise. She screwed her eyes shut momentarily, silently wishing she could just fall unconscious again.

“If anybody ever speaks of this...I will not hesitate to burn this entire camp to the ground.” Her voice was low, still slightly groggy from her loss of consciousness, but there wasn’t any less venom in her tone than her usual threats. She meant it.

Somehow, she hadn’t hit her head. She could gather that much from the lack of blood or throbbing pain. She couldn’t say as much for the rest of her body. Opening her eyes again, she winced as she slowly lifted onto her elbows. Her gaze went back to Orin, eyes narrowing slightly as she realized he was on the floor next to her and not still lying on the cot he’d been told to stay in. She couldn’t say anything without being a huge hypocrite, but the thought crossing her mind was clear in her expression. Then a moment of realization came, the fact that Felix had probably known what was happening before she did. It was enough to earn the son of Apollo a harsh glare, the look only amplified by her annoyance that her body had betrayed her in an act of weakness in front of so many people.

“I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen,” she decided finally. “We’re all just gonna pretend that didn’t happen.” The last statement was punctuated by another scathing glare towards the children of Apollo that had gathered around. She was definitely going to fight Apollo. And all of his children if they weren't careful.

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( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, felix.
ivi cabin seven.

it had only been a few seconds. orin knew that. but every one felt like it was dragging on, waiting for auggie to come around, for her eyes to focus again, become the hardened, trained, unreadable and cold irises that they normally were rather than these blank and soulless impressions. there was a tiny, questioning thought in the back of his head, one that catastrophised the situation to an extent that was rather unfair, screaming conceptual scenarios in which she stayed like that, on the ground. where she didn't look at him properly again, where she was stuck. felix would have known if that was going to happen. he would have been a lot more panicked if he was of the belief that was going to happen. all reasonable thought said it simply wasn't going to happen, and yet -
well, what if it did?

it didn't. she blinked, groaned, looked around at the people that orin had neglected to even notice in the heat of the moment, and a weight lifted from his shoulders. "hello," he said, giving her a little smile - one that became far more genuine when the threat came, an automatic response, it seemed. "and i'd give her the lighter. not a peep. it stays in here."

an overt glance between him and the bed that he had been lying on moments earlier was enough to tell him that she was wondering why he was out of it - like anything mattered. he was fine. he felt fine. the codeine was working its lovely, fuzzy magic, the nectar helping it along. the ice pack had numbed him to a relatively sufficient point. he could convince himself that it wasn't painful for the sake of making sure that she was alright. "pretend what didn't happen?"

an ice pack was passed through the little crowd. felix took it, looked between the two of them, and gave it to orin. perhaps he realised that any efforts that he tried to make would be quashed. he was right, but the moment of mental exhaustion from the son of apollo was something to be worked up from. not exploited, certainly not, but used. "i don't think it's working out in here, you know," orin said. "it's too loud, and too bright, and there are too many eyes, and everyone's gawking -" a sweeping glance around the offending individuals, who looked away at the exposition. "i can take augs back to her cabin. it's quieter. and then - i don't know, i'll sneak into cabin one and hope that emmie's done with her movie marathon." he looked down at auggie. "if you're alright with that?"
"you're impossible," felix muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. that wasn't a 'no', though. it was a very reluctant form of agreement.
"i have always said that if i wanted your input then i would give you the signal," he gave him a little smile. "and it doesn't look like you've filled out the paperwork to have me sectioned yet, so you can zip it, right?"
felix's hands went up. "fine. you win, lofts,"
"if that's - you know, alright with you?" he didn't imagine she wanted to stay here any more than he did, but getting her spin on the situation felt like the best move to make. whether they actually went to their respective cabins after leaving number seven was another story, but orin couldn't deny that he needed a bit of a catnap.