Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **demolition lovers** » Tue Aug 10, 2021 4:20 pm

Winona
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☾18|she/her| Hecate|Dining Pavilion|Jane Daughtry

Winona shrugged in response. Boring wasn't how she'd describe it, but...a little less killing would be nice. It hurt, to see the place that has always shielded the demigods from harm to be in ruins. The fear was pervasive. They were all trying to be brave, of course. Everyone needed to be. But it was there, flickering in the back of everyone's minds. For her, too. She blinked away that train of thought. How unfair though, really, that they got to deal with all of this just because the gods couldn't keep their hands off mortals. Sorry, mom, Winnie thought. Oh, shoot. She'd talked this girl's ear off, and hadn't even thought she might be busy. "Sorry. You want some help?" She offered. She was pretty much done eating anyways. Any way she could be more than just another body filling the empty space would be good. Useful. She wanted to be useful. "I really wouldn't mind." She said. "And I'm sure there's a lot to do."

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Wed Aug 11, 2021 11:35 am

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivicabin thirteen.

i'm not calling the entire camp emotionally unstable. it's part of what makes it chug,

if we had even a lick of emotional intelligence then we'd be swimming. happy as larry. i think it's all a scheme to keep us having our little civil wars. just to keep things interesting, you know? otherwise the prophecies would be dull as hell. they'd be about - like... dinner, or something.

mountain upon ceramic disc, chicken nuggets; the biggest risk, plate retrieved from mahogany, sun's son accused of gluttony.

imagine that. imagine the oracle of delphi comes out with that cracker. better off with fortune cookies.

they should get oracles to start selling fortune cookies. that'd be brilliant.

honestly, my comedic genius, it's - it's astounding. i've heard it said it's so large that it's got a gravitational pull. some say you can see my comedic genius from space,

i've never been to space. so - can't confirm it. and if you haven't, then you can't deny it either. just have to take buzz's word on it. that's aldrin. buzz aldrin. me and him -

we're like this.

you've said it now. can't take it back,

you agree with me. he's as crunchy as crunchy comes.

can taste some things. just - just can't smell anything. turns out that's a pretty big factor in taste. who knew?

why does everyone always assume he spun my jaw? he's never punched me in his life. he's not brave enough. he knows i'd send him into orbit. he just took me by surprise when i was sitting on a - what're they called, merry-go-rounds? roundabouts? whatever. one of those playground things that spin. it was entirely unprovoked and preventable, and i have held it over his head ever since.

i'll have to stay on my toes.

i am not a golf course. i'm not for practicing on,

you've made me into jelly. that's not right. you can't just go around making people jelly, it's impolite.

careful!

god, imagine that,

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x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: clive.
ivi hampton inn, roof stairwell.

i don't think you're a coward, by the way,

i just didn't - you know, i just said it, i wasn't - i didn't mean anything by it, you understand, it's - you know, you were -

d'you want a shovel?

funny. funny man. you're a funny, funny man, taffy,

wouldn't get on your bad side, though. i'll say that much.

don't even know what happened,

you had no skin. eyes bulging out your little skull. didn't think you could get any paler, if i'm honest, but - you're full of surprises, you are,

and you 'ad all these geezers 'round you, all just kind of starin'. they weren't doing owt, just staring. all stanced up and all, ready for a battle. old guys. like, medieval. you know. shields and that.

oh,

i've never - i don't think i've ever -

you've got a little army and you don't even know who they are? that's quite rude, that. i'd be offended if i were on your side and you didn't even know my name,

you've been calling me taffy for the past twenty minutes,

taffy was a welshman, taffy was a thief -

i know how it goes,

taffy came to me house and stole a leg of beef, i went to taffy's house, and taffy was in bed -

go on. finish it, don't leave me 'anging.

i'm not going to lower myself to that,

well. you've ruined it now. i 'ope you're happy,

anyway, before i got so rudely interrupted -

by yourself,

it doesn't matter who dunnit. the culrpit is unimportant. it matters that it 'appened. the impact, that's what matters,

they were 'olding flags. red and yellow things. if that means anythin' to you.

might mean something to me,

and there were dragons on 'em. and - you know, i wasn't gonna bring it up, but are you afraid of your own flag?

i'm sorry?

you know. the flag. the one with the dragon on it. you're scared of dragons. that's like, worst thing to be scared of. bet you saw 'em everywhere,

but that's a flag. that's different,

i mean, like, real dragons.

were you scared of dragons before you knew them to be a proper threat?

yeah,

well, no, not - well -

i'm too tired for your jip now.

you're not supposed to smoke indoors.

'cause it kills people?

i think i'm past that point.

My gallery · by **takara** » Wed Aug 11, 2021 11:53 am

'You died again last night; I woke up and left you in my dreams'

Reese's eyes went wide at the appearance of the human tumbleweed. God, what have I done to deserve this? He tried not to wince as she spoke, a jumble of sounds that only exacerbated his growing headache. Why was he awake? Did they not have those Hypnos children on board specifically for the purpose of people who felt dead not being awake? Maybe he was not alive? That could actually explain some things, namely the cloud of nightmare fuel that was bodily hauling him from the cabin. He consented, if only to prevent his own injury-and to escape the blond kid with a needle who looked far too excited to br practicing anesthesia.

His thoughts were working double time to process things, but he caught the last of her- Aoife's! Oh wait, this is AOIFE? "Yes, I am quite fine. But that is if you believe my Ma. Personally, I think she is buttering me up, but it would be cruel to ask her, so yes, you can assume that I am fine." He rambled. Oh my god, I need to shut it right about now. Why can I not stop? That might be an issue, but for now, food! Mostly, Reese felt numb, with exceptions for his throbbing head and growling stomach. And the cold. Somewhere in there, his jacket had been stripped from him, and Reese was in no shape to try and retrieve it. He shivered, pressing gently into the only source of heat near him, the girl with a death grip on him.

Wait a minute. This was Aoife, "Oh Shhh-so what do you think of tonight's supper?" He fumbled, sweat breaking across his skin. He tried to pull from her grip, but it only made him notice that his chest felt stiff. It was not a pleasant feeling, but he could only imagine what it would be like without the pain relievers. He did not say if she was endangering people because he honestly did not want to know the answer. There was a too large chance of it being 'Yes.' For now, he just leaned away from her as best he could while being pulled down by the arms of the small girl.

'Skimped. Skimped on stardust and tiny pieces of the moon.'

Jane let the topic slide with the shrug. Somethings are best left unsaid. Maybe most things, really. People do talk more than needed, and yet rarely does a word pass their lips that's worth hearing. It was insane how quickly the camp fell to pieces in an emergency, and the Hunter wasn't one for shoving salt in open wounds. She shifted the bowl in her hands, wrapping them around the sides rather than the scalding, but solid, base.

Jane nibbled at her lip as she considered Winona's question. On the one hand, I don't mean to drag her into this, but on the other- "If you're sure...maybe you could grab another?" She asked, nodding toward the chili in her hands. "Or maybe that other food you mentioned, with the veggies? I'm sure some of the kid's will like that," She cocked her head as she spoke, as if considering them, then nodded in confirmation with a small smile. Maybe it will be good for her. It always helps me to have something to do.

'A little friendly competition'

Hank watched his noodles catch fire, rummaging in his brain for anything else to say to his absent father, but finding nothing. Times like these, he secretly wondered if the gods cared at all. Oh hush, of course they do! They're just... not great at showing it. Hank swallowed down his fear, blinking as the noodles hissed when the flame licked the sauce. At least someone's eating tonight. He told himself, trying for the life of himself to put a positive spin on this landslide of a day. He placed the plates on the return tray, swaying his feet with a nervous exuberance as he moved.

His gaze skittered across the dining pavilion, as Hank tried to get his head back in the game ahead of Chiron's- no doubt morbid -speech. Honestly, if he had to think about the events of today, had to have the death's reiterated to him one more time, he would lose it. His blustery persona could only take so much before it crumbled down to what Hank really was: tired and scared, and more than his share of confused. And no one needs to see that. Hank knew that the other counselors already muttered about him requiring too much help, and they were right. This might not be the best place for him, but Hank would be damned if he didn't give it his best!

He noticed a blonde head, still ducked over table twelve, and a grin broke over his face. Oh good, it looks like I'll have a friend in this! He strode over to Elfie, eager to see his new buddy doing better after the fight they'd had that afternoon. He rested his hands on the table, directly across from her. "Hey Elf, how are you feelin'?" He asked, trying to refrain from probing over her for noticeable injuries. Relax, you saw her just before dinner, I'm sure she's fine!

My gallery · by ***Lovel*** » Wed Aug 11, 2021 3:21 pm

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Riley
Location: Dining pavilion -----> Between cabins

Riley seemed lost for words and Aydan was satisfied until she opened her mouth again. He rolled his eyes with a smirk. He was going to say more until she finally said thanks. Aydan ignored the rest of her words before she ran off. He didn't even process Ophelia reaching for his hand until he heard a soft slap as her hand fell back to her side. It doesn't bother you, at least don't let it show. He raised an eyebrow as she walked closer to him perfect, don't give yourself away until you're ready.

Where to? Damn, you had everything planned except a place. Idiot. "Oh uh..." Aydan rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes searched for a good place. His skin prickled as her arm made contact with his but he soon relaxed. He chuckled at her theatrics. "As long as we are far enough away so no one can overhear our conversation." don't need to be even more embarrassed if you reject me. "How about we go between the Aphrodite and Artemis cabin?" he asked the question but didn't actually wait for the answer.

He pulled her closer to him and ran them outside. As he passed the cabins he mentally put god to building weaving through the campers they came across. Hera. Left. Demeter, Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite. he pulled them into the shadows against the wall of the Artemis cabin between it and the Aphrodite cabin. He took a moment to catch his breath letting Ophelia's arm go. He looked around making sure no one was in earshot. He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. He turned to her and slammed his hand against the cold wall next to her head and look her in the eyes.

He searched her eyes for a moment. "I need you hear me out and please don't say anything until I'm done." an unsure glance to the snowy ground before he looked back up. This is harder than I thought. a shift of weight. "Here goes nothing" he whispered to himself though she could probably hear. "I've thought about this for hours, I'm not used to spending my time floating up on cloud 9 with you up in my mind. I blame you for all the birthday wishes that came true.. Sorry, I'm bad with words.... Ever since we started hanging out I'm not the same guy. I've changed for the better... I guess I blame you for that too. I really think we've got this. You know, I could ramble on for hours but the words will never match up perfectly. You could still warm my heart if I lived up in the artic and everything I felt was freezing cold. You're perfect because you always skip the crap... Phel, I adore you."

With everything finally out there he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He caught his breath once again, heart pounding. He kept his eyes glued on Ophelia's waiting for whatever she'd say about what he had just said.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual

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Tags: Mira
Location: Room 207

She looked confused, Ash couldn't blame her. It was confusing to him too. "The diner, it happened at the diner. When he was so worried he was proper sick, I just went to comfort him ... you remember that? Well anyway, I don't just do that with no other person influencing me wanting to comfort someone.." awkward pause as he registered he just told Mira that he didn't comfort her solely out of the goodness of his heart. "Er sorry, but I didn't need someone's influence to comfort him. I just went for it. It hurt me seeing him hurt."

He gave her a small smile as she thanked him. So space was the right thing. Good. He looked once more down the hall before going inside the room himself. He sat down where Mira had patted. "You - You ran away?" he was about to laugh a little but he noticed the embarrassment written on her face as if it where written on her forehead in bold letters. He swallowed the laugh so he didn't make her feel more embarrassed.

He nodded I guess I'd need process time if I were him. As Mira began to apologize he chuckled. "No need, no need I understand. He tried to reassure me I didn't do anything wrong. Didn't do me much good it seems, I've still overthinked it." he ran a hand through his lavender hair. As she mentioned his hand he looked at it again. It didn't hurt but maybe that was because his mind was somewhere else. "Knock yourself out Belle." he said presenting her his hand.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Wed Aug 11, 2021 5:25 pm

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

“Is that...that’s kind of…” It was true. Beyond the petty drama that inevitably came from a group of teenagers living in close quarters—equipped with powers most of them could barely control and weapons they shouldn’t have needed—a lot of their problems seemed to come from the lack of ability to deal with things in a healthy and mature fashion. Even most of the squabbles between gods came from things like that. Maybe they all needed therapy, deities included. “Huh...that’s pretty messed up actually.” Not that she wanted it to change, stability came with vulnerability, and she wasn’t too into that idea.

She was pulled from the spiral of her thoughts by Orin spouting of a false prophecy, an amused expression creeping across her face. “That...would be something,” was all she could manage. She could tell from the look on his face he was proud of his chicken nugget prophecy. Auggie opened her mouth to say something, then a thought crossed her mind, expression faltering briefly. “They could make a…” She wasn’t sure she actually wanted to say it. She closed her eyes, let out a sigh, already disappointed in herself before the joke had even been made. Clearly he was rubbing off. “They could make a prophet off that.” A hint of a smile flickered across her expression before she hid her face behind a hand. “Shoot me again, please,” she muttered, voice slightly muffled.

“Are you sure they weren’t talking about your ego?” she questioned in response to the gloating on his comedic genius. “Oh, yeah, are you?” she laughed, eyebrows raised. “He must have a terrible sense of humour if he puts up with you.” The teasing didn’t work as well if the fact that she was still there and still laughing at his jokes was considered, but she was choosing to ignore that for the moment.

“That’s not—no. I don’t. I never agreed with you. I never even said that. You’re imagining things.” She wasn’t giving in on that one, even if it meant resorting to backtracking and pretending she hadn't said things. She let out a sharp, disbelieving exhale of laughter at the eyeroll and the following comment. “Didn’t you…” Maybe he hadn’t said there was any punching involved, she didn’t think it was too unfair of a conclusion to make, but that was drawing from her own experiences. “You lost your sense of smell from a merry-go-round incident?” She shook her head, lost for a response.

Auggie laughed at the over-exaggerated whining, rolling her eyes at him. “Who said I was worried about being polite? I’ll turn them into jelly too.” The moment of laughter faded, not completely, just settled into a comfortable quiet. She caught the searching look in his eyes and gave him a questioning look. “What?” She still had a faint smile on her face, despite not having a reason to. She supposed she did, just not one specific reason, not something she could pinpoint or understand. She wasn’t used to that.

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Cabin 7|tags: Reese

If Aoife noticed the look of terror on Reese’s face at her appearance, she didn’t show it, rambling on as if they were the best of friends, a massive grin plastered across her freckled face. Then he was talking about his ma and her expression twisted into one of immense confusion. “What in the name of god are ya—” She shook her head. “Yeah, alright. I’m sure your mum thinks you’re very special.” She snorted at the mention of buttering up. “Like a peanut butter cup,” she muttered under her breath. She wasn’t sure if he was mentally present enough to catch her joke, but really, she was her target audience, getting a laugh out of anyone else was just a bonus.

She was a little surprised when he seemed to lean into her death grip of an embrace. Maybe he was a little less okay than she’d thought. Maybe dragging him out of the Apollo cabin had been more of a mistake than she’d thought. She’d honestly been trying to help him, though her attempts at helpfulness didn’t usually lead to anything good. He seemed to remember himself and attempted to pull from her grasp. She loosened her hold a little, but didn’t completely let him go for fear he’d just topple over. “Haven’t eaten yet actually. Was busy trying to help in there and then getting kicked out. Did they not feed you anything? Heathens.” She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until it was brought up and her stomach started to growl. “D’you want to…” She hesitated. He seemed pretty out of it. It probably wasn’t a good idea to drag him all the way to the Dining Pavilion. “You want me to get you something? You can wait by the fire and I can run up to nab something. I’m quick. Be back before you can even sing ‘My Heart Will Go On’.” She’d never actually seen Titanic, but she knew enough to crack jokes at his expense.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Thu Aug 12, 2021 8:42 am

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivicabin thirteen.

that's so good,

that's - i mean, i can't even contend with that one. you've floored me. that's astounding.

shoot you? i wanna give you a career in standup. i'm gonna hang up my hat. i can't beat that. you've just swooped in and stolen my thunder, and i'm completely here for it.

listen, he's gotta put up with being the guy who was next to the first man on the moon. of course he's gonna need someone like me around to lighten the mood of that,

i did actually meet him, though. that's not - i mean, we're not tight. three years ago, he came to this - this event, and at the time i'd been reading a load of those conspiracies, i thought it'd be really funny to ask him about 'em. you know, the moon landing being faked. in retrospect, being asked by a fifteen-year-old if you falsified your entire life's purpose wouldn't be a very good way to start your day,

he looked like he wanted to be sick in my eyes. just hated me. but i think i made my impression. so i stand by what i said. if he'd got to know me, then he would've understood my brilliance.

he rocked my skull. span it,

listen, that's not funny. the merry-go-round incident isn't funny. i don't want you thinking it's funny, i don't want jokes about me standing about like a lemon and him spinning it with power that no ten-year-old should have possessed, leading me to wipe out, face ricocheting off a bar and onto the tarmac. i don't want jokes, it's not funny. it's a very serious matter. i lost one of my senses. nearly two. do you find that entertaining?

because it's not. i don't want you imagining diddy gorman getting thrown like a ragdoll by a bit of momentum. i don't want you picturing that. get that out your head.

you gonna make an army of gummy bears?

nothing,

maybe i just like looking at you.

how's your shoulder?

i was just - you know, thinking. i don't do it often. i like to make a thing of it.

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x──────i ii dionysus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: hank.
ivi dining pavilion.

hank,

good, yeah. great. really - sort of hazy, but, you know.

uh, how're you? i - you know, i wanted to apologise for - well, i didn't mean for it to -

anyways, are - are you okay?

it can kinda be a shock, the first, uh... episode. people come back from it kind of... bruised. egos, and all of that. a lot of people are really against being made a little bit crazy every now and then. who knew?

My gallery · by **norvina!** » Thu Aug 12, 2021 12:11 pm

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕

delilah nodded, she completely understood what cass meant. it was surprising she had yet to get used to the chaos pushed upon the camp with as many years as she remained here, although she typically had her sister to lean on. taking another bite of her food she grinned "you like it? thank you." she spoke, feeling rather confident in her new hairstyle. "I want to learn swordsmanship." she exclaimed, excited yet also nervous at the idea. "I don't really know how to style it, maybe you could help me out?" she asked, hoping cass would agree.

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(satyr;inside cabin seven)(tags;juliet)

tulip felt extremely overwhelmed, 'why does it have to be us..' she couldn't help but struggle trying to think of who this 'V' could be. running a hand through her tangled curls she stood "thank you juliet, I'm gonna go get some air." tulip said. heading out of the cabin she took in a deep breath, the cold air was awfully refreshing compared to the confines of the cabin.

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"instagram? what a strange word." she spoke, wondering what the meaning behind the word could be. feeling rather anxious as they headed into a large building she couldn't help but feel the glaring eyes of people burning into her. her hands shook as she began to clam up, being in the public eye always made her anxious. she felt relieved as they made their way into an even smaller room, glancing around as malcom spoke she wondered where they were headed. "is this an elevator?" she asked, watching as he pressed a button and the room lurched forward. ramsay stumbled for a second, rather startled "I've never been in an elevator."

My gallery · by **takara** » Thu Aug 12, 2021 2:55 pm

I'd rather know you by your bullet holes

Ophelia relaxed an inch as Aydan glanced around as if afraid of being pursued. Whatever this is about, at least I'm not the only one with nerves. "Sure-" She started, but Aydan was already way ahead of her. She frowned, letting him pull her along as she puzzled over his words. "As long as we are far enough away so no one can overhear our conversation." Feelings were rolling off him like smoke, chaotic and all consuming. Mon dieu, did someone die? Er, I mean, someone else, I suppose. His, his non-camp people. She tugged on her pendant with her free hand, almost whipping a wing loose with her worrying. The cold metal nipped at her fingers, but it was the least of her current concerns.

They dove through cabins and campers, faces blurring against the twister in her chest, threatening to swallow her whole. A bolt of purple centrally located marked the campfire, but she refused to fix on it, instead watching Aydan for his next move in this frantic mission. Huh, I guess my teaching's not half bad, she noted, fighting down a giggle at the pure absurdity of the moment. When they reached their destination, she bent over, wheezing like a whiffle ball as she tried to catch her breath. At least his majesty is having issues as well. She was almost smug about the fact, but for the fact it would probably get him killed. "Stamina, huh?" She ground out between breaths, lifting a hand to brush back flyaway strands from their sudden sprint.

She tensed at his sudden movement, but managed to hold off from fully flinching. With his state, it's half expected. Ophelia let her muscles down, reaching an arm out to press firmly on his shoulder. That is how you comfort people, right? Maybe more of a squeeze? Or less? Shoot, looks like it is better to learn from experience. The Aphrodite kid could punt her awkward childhood self later. Even if the moving made it hard, making friends would've been good practice for situations like this when the earth fell out from under her feet. But for now, she focused on the hyperventilating boy in front of her. Ophelia tilted her head at his odd request, but nodded momentarily. By any means, he was already speaking, spilling words out so quick they tumbled over one another.

To say Ophelia was confused was a gross understatement. She squinted at him, trying to suss out why the Khione kid suddenly thought himself a rapper. He wants to recite a poem at me? Her grip on his shoulder loosened. Slowly, it was dawning on her. She tried to take a step back, eyes wide as saucers, but her heel met the wall of hideous pink behind her. Oh my gods, even like, a lighter shade would be good, I mean, hot fuchsia goes with nothing, I mean- All the screws in her head were coming loose. She opened her mouth, gaped like a fish, then closed it. Words had abandoned her in this ditch, leaving her with all the feeling that might be pretty in another light, but had such awful jagged edges.

"Um... uh..." She spluttered, engines choked with all the sudden information. Her hand was still on his shoulder, but she didn't really want to move it. Even after that gods awful-wait-confession? A tickle of undiluted panic itched it's way up her chest. Then she was laughing. Unruly giggles that charged into outright guffaws and oh this is so bad, crap, crap, crap! Her grip tightened on his shoulder, even as she pressed her other sleeve into her face. Her cheeks darkened, but it was really a misguided attempt to kill her laughter. Oh my gods, everyone must be looking at us and he said he didn't want an audience for a reason, and I don't want one either, noooo!

Tears pricked at her eyes, "Wait, please? ...I...I just..." She begged through her unbidden laughter, running the sleeve of her coat across her wet face and wincing when she remembered that it belonged to Mateo. More on that later. The laughing started to peter out, but Ophelia crushed in on herself. Come on, he went first, it's only fair! Her mouth, so happy to move without her bidding before, failed her. She was scared. But how do you tell someone that it wasn't him that you were afraid of, but the pitfall he represented? That it felt like a cruel joke that her mother always got the last laugh and any way you rolled it, Ophelia knew she'd end up shattered and alone.

She stumbled over a few sentences in her head, but they all caught in her throat when she tried to speak. Frustrated with herself, Ophelia tugged him toward a hug, leaning forward to breath in his ear any words she could get over the lump in her throat. "I," don't know how to deal with this but "ye-yes?" It came out a question. But the word felt right, or close enough to it. Gods I'm so mixed up right now, how the Hades did -does- he like me when I've been all like this? "But... time?" I could use some more of that... Or maybe I want some to work this out? Is there a difference, really? She pulled back a bit to puzzle out his expression.

You died again last night; I woke up and left you in my dreams

Reese wrinkled his nose. "I suppose?" She prattled on, but he honestly had no idea what half her words meant. He gave up halfway through her spiel and just nodded along. He really did not see the inherent "special"-ness of peanut butter cups- they were far too sweet for his tastes- but he knew better than to tell people. Especially his half-sister, who was a dog with a bone as soon she got hold of any remotely humiliating information. Lord knows she was like that about that damn ship, Titania, was it? Still not over that one. He looked down at something that dragged against his shirt, eyes widening when they once more caught on the bushy enigma that was Aoife. Not even her name makes sense! Is that even English? Or is it like French, with the vowel butchering?

Gently removing her arms from himself, he propped himself up against the cabin wall, shuddering down gulps of the bitter air. He hesitated at her question. On the one hand, he would get a welcome break from Aoife. On the other, her idea of 'dinner' was likely something absurd. And Lucky Charms were not part of a balanced diet. Even if you were half leprechaun. But Reese's empty stomach was worth enough to risk it. He sighed in defeat, slumping along the siding.

"Can, would you get me something that does not require a dish, please?" He asked, defeat creeping into his voice. "I should, I should get to the fire. I will catch you up when you get back, deal?" He asked, a strained smile painting his face. It was too much free rein for her to get them both strangled with, but it would have to do. He could not make it to the dining pavilion, and be back for announcements. Even on his fully functioning days, that was cutting it close.

'A little friendly competition'

Elfie's smile was stiff, frozen harder than the ice outside. Oh gods, no! Hank threw his weight into his arms and lunged over the table. He was at Elfie's side in a flash, hand on her shoulder. His fragile mask of indifference fell, and he was scanning her over as if looking for a missing piece. Where is it? Something has to be broken, she looks like she's in pain, His mind was a hive of activity, trying to work out how she'd hurt herself. Think Hank, think! Her skin seemed intact, so he moved on to assessing her limbs, gently trying to work his hand into the fingers on her left side to work out if it was a joint issue. He brushed off the questions she was asking, far more concerned about her.

"Me? I'm better than usual, though it was weird finding out that some of my friends are furries." He joked, cracking a grin to lighten the mood. Finding her arm to be fine, he ran his gaze down her other one. "Maybe we can try it again some time? I'll admit, it would be useful to know what an empousa looks like!" His eyes flicked back to her face, worry apparent on his features. He cocked his head, gazing at her jawline a bit too extensively for comfort. "Do you have a... tooth ache?" He ventured, voice wavering slightly. It felt wrong, but it was his best guess.

My gallery · by **tawneypelt0504** » Thu Aug 12, 2021 3:27 pm

Cassandra Peters|19|she/her||Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Dining hall(Hermes table)|Tags/Mentions:Delilah,open
"You're welcome" Cass nodded from her coffee cup taking another drink from it. "Not like I was planning on sleeping well tonight anyways" Cass thought to herself frowning slightly. She felt her grief spring up once more but was quick to once again push it down not wanting Delilah to notice. "Sure, I'll see what I can do " Cass said with a small smile. She was reassured that Delilah was back to her regular cheery self. "She seems to have recovered from earlier" Cass thought to herself eyeing Delilah seeing if she could spot any signs of her friend's previous distress. "Speaking of earlier..." Cass thought before voicing her thoughts "Hey, Delilah, how'd things go with Mira earlier". Cass figured things went well figuring Delilah wouldn't be as happy but Cass was curious about the details.

Jack Morrison|17|He/himbo|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc: dining hall--->Campfire|Tags/mentions:Chuck
As Jack finished up his meal he noticed people getting up and start to head towards the campfire. "Ah, right" Jack thought to himself frowning slightly, remembering the funerals that were to happen this evening. Jack took his last few bites before getting up and heading out with the others. As Jack walked slowly down to the campfire the usual pep in his step was gone and an uncharacteristic frown had appeared on his face. As Jack got closer to the campfire he noticed Chuck sitting by himself on one of the benches looking rather down. Jack felt his frown deepen at the sight and began to make his way over to Chuck. He hated seeing everyone so down and he wanted to make sure that Chuck was okay. "Hey, man you doing alright" Jack murmured to Chuck while he sat down, giving the satyr a soft smile.

Cricket|Immortal|They/them|Dryad|Asexual panromantic|Loc:Cabin circle|Tags/mentions:Lucy,Kathryn, open
Cricket shifted in the snow, gripping their boomerang tightly as they stared at the ghost. As they watched the ghost they noticed it seemed to be complacent at the moment. Cricket still felt uneasy looking at the undead creature and readjusted their grip on the boomerang in their hand. Lucy's sugary sweet voice brought Cricket out of their fearful stupor "Oh um I was heading towards the dining hall" Cricket responded. "I was planning on helping with dishes or something" They shrugged. Cricket turned towards the sound of a new approaching voice, They felt themselves relax slightly at the appearance of Kathryn. "Good, there are now two capable people on the scene" Cricket thought to themself. Even though this would be a good time to leave since they were certain the two campers could handle the situation. Cricket still wanted to see this through till the end to make sure everyone got out okay. They also had to admit they were rather curious as to what this ghost was doing since it hadn't gone crazy like its comrades.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Thu Aug 12, 2021 5:50 pm

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

She opened her eyes to look at Orin and nearly burst out laughing at the stunned expression on his face. Though she never would have admitted it, Auggie was a little bit proud of the pun, a little bit pleased by his overzealous response. “Well now I know it’s bad. Has to be to get that glowing review from you.” He was making it very difficult to even pretend to be annoyed. “No, absolutely not. I don’t want your thunder, you can have it back. That’s it. That was the beginning and the end of my comedic career. I’m retired now.”

“Right.” She nodded with false solemnity. She was a little surprised by the revelation that he had actually met his supposed best friend, but wasn’t at all surprised by the story that followed. “Only you.” She shook her head slowly. “Only you could anger the moon man by asking him about conspiracy theories. How did you think that was gonna go down?” She couldn’t say she wouldn’t have done something similar at that age—or at any age for that matter. “Oh I’m sure you did. He probably remembers you. I bet any time he does one of those things he’s terrified you’ll pop up again and start asking him if he’s even real.”

When the explanation of ‘the incident’ had finally come, she’d been more shocked than anything. Of course, there was something inherently funny about people falling, even if you weren’t actually there to witness it, and the continued insistence that it wasn’t a laughing matter—evidently trying to get the opposite reaction out of her—worked a little too easily. “Right. No, of course.” She pressed her lips together in an attempt to suppress a smile, but the detailed visual got to her, a short, burst of a laugh escaping. “Son of Zeus, taken out by a merry-go-round. Tragic.” She shook her head, trying and failing to maintain a straight face. “I’m not imagining that. Not at all.”

“Yeah, something like that.” The response to her question only caused the smile to grow, despite her attempts to stop it. Any sense of her usual stoicism, the mask of emotionlessness and intimidation, had long since fallen away. “It’s got a fake bullet in it,” she replied bluntly, the dry response coming out reflexively before she could think twice about it. She caught herself, considered it. “Still hurts,” she admitted. “Less now though.” She wasn’t sure if that was from the painkiller, or the constant stream of distraction, the unfamiliar feeling of joy diverting her thoughts from her injuries and fatigue. “It’s okay. Could be worse,” she decided finally, though it was likely she would have said that about anything. She could have been bleeding out and would still insist it could be worse. Not because she was anything close to an optimist, but because she was still unwilling and unable to freely admit she’d been hurt, and was still clinging to the idea that she didn’t want anyone worrying about her when there were inevitably bigger things to worry about. She shifted into his open arm without hesitation, resting her head against his chest. “Yeah?” she asked softly. “Thinking about what?”

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Cabin 7|tags: Reese

Aoife watched with mild concern as Reese removed himself from her grip and slumped against the cabin wall, not fighting against the extraction of her arm from around him. He didn’t seem to be doing too well, but the Apollo spawn hadn’t actually stopped her from helping him out of the cabin. That was likely because she hadn’t let them, and half of them seemed to be a bit afraid of her, but still, he couldn’t be that injured if he was standing up.

The request came and her smile returned, pleased that she could be at least somewhat useful—more pleased that he sounded so distraught about it, clearly not trusting her with something as simple as grabbing food. “Sure thing, Reese Witherspoon.” She paused, one finger raised. “Or should I say Withoutspoon.” She nodded vigorously to the proposed deal, curls bouncing around her head. “Deal.” She eyed him sceptically for a moment, unsure if she should offer him help with actually getting over to the fire. He didn’t seem to want it, but there were plenty of other people around if he needed it. “I’ll be right back. Try not to faceplant, alright?” The words were out of her mouth in a rapid slur and before giving him a chance to respond, she was taking off towards the Dining Pavilion.

Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

Winona

i'll just sit tight through shadows of the night

'were you ever mine?' are we something worth saving

Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

maybe happiness is a moving target

motion with the tide

Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

ophelia, think i see ya underwater

Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

before the wave hits

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