Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: collin, (auggie, reese) - n/a.
ivi dining pavilion - toward cabin twenty-three

maybe he hadn't thought the burning part through, but otherwise, he thought his plan a solid one. "look, you can't let yourself be swayed. that's your own fault," he said, and when the request not to anger anyone came, he let out a little bleat of a laugh. "i don't go out looking for trouble. people just -" he trailed off, shook his head. it didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking over. he had a plan of attack now, and he would be damned if he caught himself riding the wave of diverted conversation. "catch you soon, yeah?" and then he was off, walking at speed toward the door.

on the way, he spotted auggie and reese, raised his eyebrows at the former in a greeting that wouldn't interrupt whatever rather heated looking conversation they appeared to be caught in. something about smurfs - he wasn't going to ask. a man on a mission was orin. he got outside, laid eyes on the cabin a short walk away, and focused. there was a bit of him that was excited for the introductions, because he believed he had done something good in bringing astoria back to the land of the living. hoped so, anyway. to introduce her to his world after spending so much time - was time the right word? - in hers, it felt like a duty of sorts. they would be on an equal playing field. he would have still been by the lethe if not for her, babbling and mindless. crow being the only individual to have seen him in the shell state he had been trapped in - it should have been daunting, but he had faith in her, a trust that transcended dimensions.

the thanatos cabin seemed further away with every step. it was simple. it didn't stand out the way that some of the others did, it just stood, constant and relentless, easy to ignore until it was all he could focus on. as he passed muttering campers, he considered donning the glasses, but didn't. the bubble of excitement was enough to quell the anxious flame chipping at his sternum. dread, it felt like, which was odd.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ The Van | Tags: Clive, Teilo
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞

"Okay Clive, I think you've gotten the point across," Moxie coughed, waving away any of the dead man's additional thoughts. The mention of Hull caused her to raise an eyebrow, but she expected an explanation would soon follow - one way or another. It was a strange feeling in the moment, a sense of helplessness in a situation where she normally could at least do something. Instead, she sat on the sidelines and watched while Clive made himself useful. "Just - give him a few minutes, he's havin' a moment and I can wait. It's not like I'm going anywhere,"

Hull. Kingston-Upon, specifically. A place rather than a name. Is that what - It was. It exactly was, and it cleared up much of the conversation as a result. "What about him?" Moxie opened her mouth to answer, but her words were quickly drowned out by a slew of self-deprecation. The emotions that accompanied it were enough to give her a headache, and while she did try to mellow them out with her own abilities, she wasn't sure if they had any kind of impact on the teen. Moxie stayed quiet once Clive started his pep talk, only injecting to correct his mention of "tanner toast." "Thanatos. It's Greek, chief." It didn't sound like he was going to budge, and while Moxie could usually swing either way between bothering the piss out of someone for a reaction or just dropping it there, she had a lot of time to kill. Which meant one of the two was far more likely to happen. Whether it was the madman's words breaking through the mental walls or he'd just talked a little too much than Taffy was comfortable with, the teen lifted his head, not addressing Moxie but listening. Waiting.

She couldn't say she enjoyed being put on the spot like this, but she did ask for it. "Okay," she began, taking a breath - for the familiarity, not the oxygen. "Malcolm Kingston. I didn't realize you'd even met him, but if that doesn't help us then it isn't important. I've seen it - vaguely, the details are really fuzzy." Moxie stretched out her arm, and within the mess of purposeless tattoos scrawled on her spectral flesh, the letters SPQR stood out. "I remember trying to go back to Camp Jupiter. I found it surrounded before I even heard anything about this Kingston guy here in the US. I don't remember pressing my luck with the border control, but if that's how I died then that clears a lot of things up." Moxie sat back against the windshield, arms folded across her chest. "The reapers said I was faded and that's what caused the memory loss. They said I could clear it up with help from a child of the underworld, so here I am. And - don't ask me how you're supposed to do that, neither of those things last night were straightforward about anything, so I don't even know if anything from that conversation could help."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: clive, moxie.
ivi van.

at the correction, clive rolled his eyes, heaved a dramatic sigh. "do you need to give your brain a wash, moxie? were you hit on t'head before you died? tanner toast is what i said." and when teilo's breath held in what felt like a suppressed chuckle, he continued the spiel. teilo was uncertain, in all honesty, as to whether it was an act for his benefit or a true display of density. "i think teilo's the decider on this, anyway. he's his son, dude. i think he'd get his own dad's name right. i'd hope my son would." and there was a pause as teilo considered the implications of that throwaway line, pondering on whether it was conjecture to believe that the mysterious demigod was, as a matter of fact, a father.
best to be certain. it was a way to keep his mind off it, anyway. "you've got a son?"
"'course i have. never - you know, i've never spoke to him, but he's about."
"who on earth would -" silenced by a slap to the crown of his head. clive was having a little too much fun with his newfound opacity.
"'er name was micks. michela, but - but we called her micks. went to uni with her, didn't i? her sister got married, actually, just before we all split off for our real lives. met a soldier in a bar, apparently. hicks. micks and hicks, we said." he thought for a moment, as though diverted by his own tangent, then got back on track. "anyway, she disappeared at the turn of the decade. never 'eard from her again. forgot about her 'til she came here, t'the inn, about six year after i died. couldn't believe my eyes. had a little fella with her, must've been about ten. denley, she called him, and i just sort of knew." a glaze over his eyes, blinked away. "so you can shut your pie'ole." and it sort of explained why he'd stayed at the hampton inn for all those years, if he was waiting for the next surprise. regardless, it was a bittersweet distraction, and one teilo didn't plan to prod.

moxie explained, and teilo listened, only to find that he was far more useless than he could have imagined. he came up with nothing. couldn't figure out what he was supposed to do to clear the death mist from her. "you said you went to camp jupiter," he said, trying not to focus on his ignorance. "so there were other demigods there, right? proper - proper ones, ones that know what they're doing. underworld demigods. i know there are some at camp half-blood, as well, so -" his voice still felt a little tight, but a quiet voice was not rare from him, so it went rather easily ignored. "better them than me. i'm just taxi, really." he pursed his lips, took a juddering breath. the tears had calmed, leaving track marks in their wake, but little else to evidence their existence in the first place. a thought - "s'just - all of it's missing pieces. the - the doors, if it even was them -" even as he said it, it felt right. something intrinsic, a nestled thought at the back of his head, prodding for him to believe the speculation. "and kingston, and khione -"
"dunno what cologne's got to do with it. that's germany, mate. even i know -" a swift dig in the solid ghost's ribs silenced him.
"just sort of feels like the end of the world. like i'm gonna look out the window and see - see plague and war galloping past, and i'm just -" he waved vaguely at himself, which he assumed to be the sign language equivalent of 'incompetent'

[The Scribe]

Samantha "Sam" Semuels ~ Half-Blood Hill

Athena (Unclaimed) ~ 16 ~ She/Her ~ Lesbian

Sam wiped sweat off her brow as she climbed toward the top of the hill. She was filthy, exhausted, and sick of being alone. Cuts and bruises covered her body. Ever since she had left home, she had been attacked by . . . things. She didn't know what they were. A giant humanoid creature with one eyes, a half-lion/half-goat with a snake for a tail. It was crazy. She was crazy. Right? That had to be the only explanation. Those monsters weren't real. But as she hiked up the hill, something crawled out of the ground in front of her. It seemed like a soldier at first glance, clad in silver armor with a sword strapped to its waist. But it was wrong. Sam started, wide eyed, at the skeleton in front of her.

Its long fingers wrapped around the sword's hilt before drawing the weapon. "Not again," Sam sighed. She was past screaming at these things, though fear still filled her, pumping blood throughout her veins. There had to be a way to take down the soldier.

[takara]

♠ | Isabelle Yencha
16 | She/her | Poseidon | Hampton Inn; Room 1?? | Rochelle

"There you are!" Isabelle hummed, unbothered as she pulled out of range. She swung her legs, beaming at Rochelle as she took the crown. She wiped her hands over her thighs, ignoring the blood stains that gathered there. She nodded absently as Rochelle planned out their next move. It was always easier to follow her lead. Even if they were generally kinder than the route Isabelle would have taken on her own. She pressed the pinprick on her thumb into her sweatpants, well aware that the death child would fuss over it if she'd had a good look. Not that she should- the friendship thorn crown is worth it! Her grey eyes lifted to follow Rochelle as she made for the shower, but her mind was elsewhere.

With her friend in the shower, she no longer had a distraction from the whirring of her mind. And whirring it was, all clicks of Morse code and an annoying buzz that layered over everything, as if the processors in the back were working double speed to keep up with her eyes. She flopped back into the bedding, letting her eyes blink back against the assault of light. It would be like that, wouldn't it? All this snow is suffocating. She didn't mean to shudder, but last nights' battle was getting to her, at least physically. They'd been on the precipice of death, but she'd been beyond fear. Her cat o' nines had been mesmerizing, slicing through the semidarkness and adding epic lighting to the scene. It had been awesome, breathtaking! But letting that all conquering pride burn beyond the moment was a death warrant, granted and signed. It couldn't last. It wouldn't.

Rochelle emerged from the shower, steam framing her dark locks. Isabelle dragged herself back up, snatching some clothes, along with the infamous Thrasher hoodie along with her. "Aye-aye Captain Rockhead," She said with a half salute before ducking into the shower and away from retaliation. She she flicked the water on, standing just outside of the shower as she waited for the water to reach a delightfully scorching heat. She let her hands rest under the stream as she waited, skin sealing around wounds. A fresh made scab fell off in the water and she watched in awe. It was always something to see, even if it happened whenever she so much as washed her hands for too long.

With the proper temperature reached, she removed her war weary clothes and plunged in. She scrubbed hotel shampoo into her scalp, humming a made up ditty to herself as she mashed around the knotted lengths. Overall, she made quick work of it, basking in the heat only as long as it took her to get clean before toweling herself off and dressing. She rubbed a clear spot into the foggy mirror with a sleeve, considering her reflection. Maybe just a little scrunch... Decision made, she raked through her hair with her fingers. She narrowed her eyes at her reflection. Still off... She shrugged, shook her mane violently, then exited the bathroom.

"I'm getting food," She announced, wrinkling her nose at the other's concentrated expression. "Come with when you're done, 'kay?" She continued to the door, not really needing an answer. Between them, most things could be left unsaid, not that Isabelle let them be.

☤ | Reese Dawson
18 | He/him | Hades | --> Dining Pavilion | Auggie

Reese held back a smile at Auggie's outburst. Riling her up had not been his intention, but seeing her wound up over something so insignificant was a welcome change. Trees are enjoying their reprieve. He could not fight it back anymore, and a grin grew over his face. He did not acknowledge it. "No, no! It is living it's life, tagging along with me!" He shook his head vigorously. "With me, this blade sees more blood than it ever would on the field!" He shuffled forward, trying to build up heat. His own words, once again, soured the moment. That is the joy of being with a healer. Never want for a wound!

Speaking of the dead, Orin the Resurrected past them, rushing on in an attempt to bring life back to himself, no doubt. He did raise his brows funny at them, but Reese shrugged it off. Auggie would tell him if something was up... probably. Okay, maybe...not. The more he learned about the Smurf girl, the more he had to learn.

ツ | Zeke Hopewell
17 | He/him | Hermes | Cabin Circle | Cain

Zeke shrugged, shifting his weight to his other- battered, as per usual -shoe. What do people even use mints for? Wait, wait, if i ground these properly, they would look like powdered sugar... "I dunno," he eloquently offered. "But generally you should consider that before offering. One of these days, I might just ask for that 'anything'," He teased, offering a crooked grin.

The Oracle dug something out of his pocket, holding it out without any hesitation. His half-hearted interrogation notwithstanding. Zeke nodded, hip checking the man as he slid in to receive the loot. He glanced over the tin, flipping it around his fingers before depositing it into a pocket- doubtless to be later used for a nefarious purpose. He waved off Cain's attempts to apologize with his free hand. Boredom piqued, he stayed rooted by Cain, rocking on his heels. "So," He drawled, sizing up the man. "What'cha up to?" He asked, cocking his head.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|cabin circle, dining pavilion|tags: Reese, Orin

Auggie never found it difficult to glare at Reese, and the current conversation was no exception, but keeping the amusement off her face at his clearly limited knowledge of smurfs and the insistence that his sword enjoyed the torture he was putting it through was proving to be a slight challenge. As irritating as he was, she was actually enjoying having an argument that wouldn’t end in life or death. At the very least, the aggravation could take her mind off things. “Nothing tagging along with you is living it’s life,” she muttered sardonically, giving him a look, eyebrows raised, that made it clear she wasn’t talking about the weapon.

She looked up in time to catch Orin’s gaze, mouth curling into a smile beyond her control. She widened her eyes slightly, a look of exasperation in response to his as she mouthed help me. She didn’t really care if Reese noticed or took offense. Offense was usually what she was going for. The smile faded quickly as they passed and Reese was suddenly going on about blood. “Yeah...that’s great…” she replied, having lost a bit of the previous fire she’d given the argument. She didn’t really want to think about blood or the things he saw in the infirmary, but there were a lot of things she didn’t want to think about. It was difficult to navigate a conversation without hitting at least one landmine.

━━━ 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✥]16|she/her|Circe|fireworks beach|tags: open

Evie didn’t like eating with other people. People were loud and they sat too close and they made too much noise when they chewed and sometimes they tried to talk to her. She couldn’t stand it when they tried to talk to her. She really didn’t like being around the other campers at all if she could avoid it, so she’d made her way in and out of the dining pavilion as quickly as she could, grabbed something to eat and headed down to the beach with the hope that she could manage some peace and quiet for a little while. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be more on edge than usual. With everything going on, half the campers seemed ready to start a fight at any moment and the other half were ready to burst into tears. At least the first option would give her something to do. Tears were not something she'd stick around for.

She’d found a spot to sit that was nearly dry, a log near the edge of the beach that had mostly remained sheltered under cover of the trees. She sat in silence as she finished her meal, idly picking twigs from the forest floor and igniting the ends with her fingers, watching them burn and following the thin trails of smoke that curled into the air above her.

[WitchHazel]

Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Kathryn ➡ Drew|

In all the chaos of the past few days, Ambrose had been entirely unhelpful. He had spent most of the battle against the skeletons cowering when his osteokinesis proved useless. He'd fired a few bolts of darkness here and there, but mostly hid in the shadows. He wasn't sure how he felt about Orin rising from the dead, nor about the Doors of Death being apparently open, because that's what must have happened... right? It would explain the weird feeling he'd had the day previous. Still, that was not his problem, not now. What was interesting was how much time the newly returned son of Zeus seemed to be spending with his rather prickly half-sister... now there's a dishy little tidbit Kat would love to sink her claws into. If she didn't already know, that was. Either way, Ambrose knew his fellow drama-lover would come up with something spectacular.

Chiron and Mr. D were distracted - deep in conversation, by the look of it. Now was his chance. Ambrose through the pavilion until he reached the Hecate table, plopping himself down beside Kathryn. "Kat! How are things? How's my little kitty cat today? Got any hot goss?" he greeted her, the dazzling smile never falling from his face. Her face was more drawn and tired than he'd seen it, but it took a master of attention to detail to notice anything was off.

"Hot goss?" Kathryn shifted in her seat, deep brown eyes resting solely on Ambrose. "Oh, do I." His grin was returned in kind. "You'll never guess who was on the battlefield yesterday." She twirled her fork through her breakfast - pancakes in the shapes of stars with strawberries on top, by the look of it - before turning her attention back to him. "Luce and I found an errant spirit wandering around. We questioned him, of course, but he was almost entirely useless. Almost."

"Come on, Kat, I'm on the edge of my seat here," Ambrose whined. "Shh! I'm just getting to the good part," Kathryn rebuked. "I was about to put my Stygian Iron athame through his gut when he started talking about a female commander. A description I recognised all too well." Ambrose's face paled. "Wh - no... you can't mean Khione was leading the charge?" Kathryn laughed, a dark, ringing sound. "Pff no! Are you nuts? Of course not - as if the snow goddess would dirty her hands with such a matter." "So... Vivienne, then." "Precisely." The fork swirled through the elaborate pancakes once more as she took a dainty bite. "Vivienne led the charge yesterday."

Ambrose sat a moment, letting it all sink in. "If she's coming here, then why in the blazes did we send that massive questing group after her? We could just take her out here and it's all hunky-dory." "Khione still poses a problem," Kathryn reminded him. The air felt suddenly colder. "Besides, we got rid of Mirabelle for a while. Megan said her replacement isn't much better - I mean, Ophelia? Really? - but at least she's less of a buzzkill." She shrugged, taking another bite of her breakfast. "You've got your gossip, now I want mine. What've you got to offer in return?"

Ambrose cast a quick glance around the area, noting the specific absences he was hoping to find. "Well... the recently returned Orin has been spending loads of time with my favourite half-sister," he smirked. His expression faltered momentarily as he thought he caught a flicker of guilt shape Kathryn's features. "Right. In any case, could be something of the romantic variety forming between them. I'd ask Megan to take a gander when you get the chance." Kathryn thanked him, but there was something hesitant in the way she did. This isn't like her, Ambrose noted. I'll have to have a chat with her when we're out of the public eye. "Right, love. I'm off to spread panic and mayhem," he chuckled. "Pip pip." With a flourish of his hat, Ambrose rose to his feet and sauntered over to the Athena table.

He was looking for someone in particular - someone who seemed to be conspicuously absent. I'll just have a wee poke-around, see where he might be hiding. His gaze was automatically drawn towards the boy with the dog - Drew, he recalled. He'll do. "Drew!" he approached the young man with a dramatic wave of his arms. "How are things, mate? And Luna! Beautiful beastie looking gorgeous as ever." He reached down to give the German Shepherd a quick scratch behind the ears. "Oy, Drew, you seen Caleb popping around by any chance?"

[Deoledath]

| Drew Byrne | 16 | He/Him/His | Athena | Location: Dining Pavilion | Tags: Ambrose

He had been thoroughly distracted by feeding Luna under the table that he hadn’t noticed the son of Hades’ approach. His eyes cast up, clearly shocked by his seemingly sudden appearance when he head his name being called, his head tilting to the side silently in response. He had a questioning look in his eye. Then he was being asked a question, and Luna was being given quite the attention as well. She soaked it up, panting lightly as he scratched behind her ears and licking his hand in a friendly manner in return. “I… uh, fine?” He sounded uncertain of himself, but that wasn’t generally odd of him either.

Then came the motive. Ah, that made more sense. He was looking for someone, more specifically he was looking for the acting head counselor of Drew’s own cabin. “No, I haven’t. Why?” That was a dumb question, and he scolded himself internally for it because clearly they were looking for him for a reason. “I was up early this morning training before breakfast… haven’t seen him because I was at the shooting range.” He clarified once more. He scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck before humming softly, Luna butting her head against Drew’s leg for a moment in an almost encouraging manner.

“I can help you look for him if you need, though?” He proposed, not entirely sure why he was offering to help… he could reason it down to the sheer curiosity he supposed. “Luna might be able to track his scent… help find him faster?” Of course, Drew reasoned in his head that Ambrose could also simply continue looking around and probably find him equally as fast. After all, someone at camp must have been him around, right? "I mean, that is... if you need help searching or something... I didn't mean to assume that you did or nothing..." He trailed off awkwardly before he took a piece of bacon and shoved it in his mouth in an effort to get himself to shut up. Gods, please just let his embarrassment end.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan and Aldous
Location: Hermes Cabin

Emerson thought a moment "I could try but not sure if he'd talk to me about it. May not wanna talk about it cause bad memories ya know, may take a while to tell someone." She may have been better off just waiting for him to tell her in time, when he felt ready enough. "Thank you for talking with me about this stuff." She reached up and patted his shoulder with her free hand. Don't make it awkward. She shoved her hand back under her pile of things.

"Maybe not, that'd make sense. Probably something kids of the underworld would notice. Maybe Reese would have some sort of insight." The mention of Reese was mostly just for herself, just following the train of thought. Conan was probably right, she imagined time would move faster in the Underworld than it did on the surface. Did that mean Orin aged while he was down there? Maybe that was the difference she noticed in him.

"A pumpkin plant would suit you, I like pumpkins. Or maybe a sunflower, those are nice too." She was getting off topic. She didn't know I'd they could help him but they knew magic and if their was magic that could help the twins and their camp then it was worth a try. "Not sure but if there's a chance... may as well ask around." Emerson's eyebrows raised as he talked about Eeyre's and she wondered what kind of relationship they had to warrant that kind of response. "Well, is your ego suffering? Do you think we are all that bad?" She asked, her gaze avoiding his and looking to the fabric in her arms picking at a loose string on her towel. She didn't want him to think they were the worst, she wanted him to have faith in them. To be able to trust that they could help him and his brother.

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin 26 ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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Tags: Juliet and Aoife
Location: Half Blood Hill

Oliver's eyes narrowed as she taunted him about Hemlock but left it be since she didn't make any moves to actually get out of the hold. "Don't give me a nickname. I also have no clue what movie that is. Haven't seen an actual movie." The headache was starting to get worse. He didn't know if it was the build up of stress or something else. He shook his head to try to get rid of the headache but to no prevail, his head continued to pound.

"No, not kill you. Making sure you don't hurt me." He admitted. He tried to keep a good grip on the weapon but that was useless too. "Shakespeare? Kids still read him? Not many had his books in my village, it was rare. He unfortunately died a bit before my time..." He was saying too much, giving himself away but he couldn't stop himself. He once loved literature but drawing had become a more loved hobby and could be accessed easier.

His powers were definitely working, a little too well. All the noise in the world seemed to be turned off except for the girls screaming. His head felt like it wanted to explode, he couldn't pull his gaze away from her even if he wanted to. Then she pulled her gaze away, when she did he dropped both his weapons as his hands went to his head. "Y-you said... said something about Mr. D, he's the one.... he sent me a note... I was perfectly fine at the casino." He said rubbing his head.

He glanced at the girl who had collapsed on the snowy ground, he probably should say sorry. She's the one that snuck up on me, she should be saying sorry. A twist of guilt in his stomach told him he was wrong. "My deepest apologies, you.... surprised me. Not a good idea to sneak up on people, especially a son of the God of fear." how he managed to say sorry and ridicule the girl at the same time was an incredible talent of his.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Isabelle -----> Clive, Moxie, and Teilo
Location: Room ----> Outside

Rochelle was about to hit the girl upside the head for the sarcastic nickname but Isabelle had already scurried off knowing Rochelle too well. The water started running and Rochelle made her way back to her bed and sat down. Her eyes fluttered, exhaustion threatening to take over. Memories of the glinting beaks and feathers zooming past her ears came flooding in. They could've used help, should've asked for it. They ended up handling it fairly well. More monsters were bound to show up, who knew how many demigods were on this quest or how many were of the big three. Her heart fell to her stomach. Rochelle lifted her head up high You need to get yourself together, I'd you don't you won't be on your A game and won't be able to protect Isabelle.

She didn't know when but her eyes closed, she reopened them when she heard the click of the door opening. She looked to Isabelle as she tumbled out of the bathroom, blonde hair a jumbled mess as if she'd just rolled out of bed. The look worked for her, Rochelle couldn't never pull off anything untidy more than a messy bun. The mentioning of food made her mouth water, a blueberry muffin sounded great at the moment. Rochelle simply nodded though Isabelle had already been out the door.

Rochelle got up from the bed with a creak. She needed to talk to Teilo, see what he'd need from her and if he was ok with him and Isabelle joining. She tried sensing for the connection but this time it wasn't there. Took too long to get ready. She'd have to resort to plan B, she definitely wasn't going to ask that lavender haired boy from last night. Rochelle closed her eyes and concentrated. She focused on the sounds of nature outside, the deep rooted pain and fear she held and concentrated it in her hands. She pictured a blackbird, she felt her hands getting colder then heard little chirps. She slowly opened her eyes to a wispy form of a little blackbird that she made often to help her. She gave it the name King years ago when she first was able to make him. "King, go find the other underworld kid here and come back and tell me where he is." She ordered the dark bird. With a flap of its inky wings it flew off.

After a few minutes the bird had returned with a chirp. "Take me" as soon as the two words were spoken the bird dissipated into a wall of darkness. Rochelle grabbed her bag and walked through the darkness. After a moment she came out into the annoyingly bright outside. "You couldn't have been inside Teilo." She said. Her eyes adjusted and she caught sight of a dark haired sickly looking boy and two very much dead people. "It's too early for dead people." She mostly muttered to herself. She pointed her finger to the only other living person outside in the dreaded cold "You, we need to talk."

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn, Dining Room|Tags: Aiden|

Despite her dwindling appetite, Mirabelle picked at her muffin as Aiden talked. It wasn't her usual healthy protein-filled breakfast. Far from it. But she wasn't feeling great, and it was the only thing that sounded vaguely edible. It wasn't very flavourful - or perhaps her tastebuds weren't working properly. Still, she needed to eat something, and it was food. Besides, the act kept her hands busy.

"Sorry," she stated when he pointed out that it didn't take much to send her into a tizzy. "Put it out of my mind. I - I think I can do that." She took a short, sharp breath as she nodded, more to herself than Aiden. In truth, she wasn't sure she could. The heavy topic weighed on her already clouded mind, darkening into a storm. I have to focus on something else or the storm will break. Focus on - focus on... She wasn't sure what to focus on. Every thought in her pounding head rang with panic. But she had to try. Just focus on... focus on Aiden's voice. How calm and collected he sounds.

It was working. The Doors of Death being open was a guess, not a fact. Yes, they were on their own, and that was frightening. But they had each other at the very least - she took solace in knowing that. "We don't know for sure that the Doors are open. If they are, then it's more than likely related in some way. He's right. If they are, it's probably related, too convenient to be a coincidence - ugh, Mirabelle, you're doing it again! Focus on his voice, remember? Focus on his voice and nothing else. You're going to be fine. You're always fine. Right. The best they could do was keep an eye on Teilo. After he'd left so abruptly, worry had started nagging at her roots. But she didn't know him well enough to determine if going after him would help or just make things worse.

Aiden made some very good points - points that calmed the fluttering in her chest. "Yes - um - thank you, Aiden. I -" her voice cracked, and she had to pause for some tea. "- I'm sorry. I let my nerves get carried away for a bit back there." A nervous chuckle, another cough smothered in her scarf. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. "Seriously, thank you. I mean it. Sometimes -" But the news was on, and someone had unmuted it. Turned it up, in fact. One name caught her attention, sending chills through her bones. Kingston. She stopped mid-sentence as what little attention her sleep-deprived mind had left focused on the words being broadcast.

"- the polar nexus continues to wreak havoc throughout the state of New York. With UK Defence Minister Malcolm Kingston's claims about 'demi-gods' in our midst -" the broadcaster made little air quotes with his fingers "- the public wants to know - are these dangerous teens really responsible for the current winter weather warning in place, or is the culprit climate change? That's all from me. Paul, back to you."
There was an awkward pause as the news anchors switched out.
"Thanks Terry. In other news, fashion mogul and NBC news sponsor Daniel Everhart released a statement claiming that he is swiftly accelerating the production of his winter line. The heavily anticipated 'Everwinter' collection will be available for preorder just a few weeks from today."

Mirabelle had just taken another sip of tea, and at the most inopportune time. She nearly spit it across the room in her sudden shock at hearing her father's name so unexpectedly. Instead, she swallowed the drink rather awkwardly. Zut alors. Just her luck. Within seconds, she was bent over coughing as the warm liquid went down the wrong pipe, surely calling unwanted attention to herself. Not only was the act uncomfortably painful, but absolutely mortifying. Oh mes dieux, everyone's probably staring at me now. I wish I could turn invisible like Teilo. She did her best to muffle it all in her elbow, though the damage had already been done.

Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Oliver, Aoife, Sam|

"You haven't seen a movie? Dude, what century are you even from?" Witty comments aside, the boy was weird - Juliet had to admit that. "Doesn't matter. Stick with me, kid, and we'll change that." Oliver's next utterances did nothing but confuse her further. What the hell was he going on about? "Shakespeare? Of course, dude. I don't care much for the guy myself but he's a classic. Even I know that, and I don't read." Wait - did he say casino? "Wait, casino? You must mean the Lotus place! Oy vey. That explains everything. You know, my pal Ambrose spent some time there too. You might've even crossed paths - son of Hades, huge flirt? I mean, a lot has changed since then, I think he was like thirteen or fourteen at the time..." The blade at the back of her neck was mostly forgotten by this point; her brain having moved on. Besides, Oliver didn't seem so frightening when he started stammering. Well, until she cast a glance over at Aoife.

The normally boisterous blonde was shaking like a leaf; her voice shrill and breathy. "Eeeee-vah?" Juliet hesitantly tried out her Wall-E imitation, which usually would have caught Aoife's attention. But the other girl was gone - or at least, her mind was. Trapped in some nightmare of its own creation, by the look of it. "What did you do to her?" Juliet's gaze flickered back to Oliver. Her words weren't angry, no - more afraid than anything. But then the blade fell into the snow with a white poof of powder, and he was apologising to Aoife. Okay, so maybe this guy's not so bad. "God of fear? Man, that explains a lot. So which one, then? Phineas or Ferb?"

She didn't have time to wait for a response before another stranger came clambering up the hill. But that's not what drew Juliet's attention. Something glinting silver was pulling itself up out of the snow, making bony clattering sounds as it did. "Whoa! What the - where the hell did that thing come from!?" It was a skeletal warrior. Clad in notably more antiquated armour than the war-movie-zombies they'd been fighting before, but it was still a member of the undead. "I thought we got rid of all those schmucks!" There were no purple flames burning in its eyes, not this time. "I swear, if this is some dumb Hades kid's idea of a prank, I'll have to teach them a thing or two about practical jokes."

She glanced over to Oliver, and then again to Aoife before looking back at the undead soldier towering over the girl. "Hey, Olive Oil, you want some combat practise?" It was only one skeleton. Surely four - no, maybe three demigods, given Aoife's current state - could take it down. Besides, it was shiny, and Juliet wanted its armour. I could at least make a few bucks selling it to the Hephaestus guys. "Hey, bonehead!" she called out. "Yeah, you! Why dontcha pick on someone your own... uh... I mean, you're kind of bigger than all of us... bad insults aside, leave that chick alone! It's my job to pick on the noobs, not yours!"


Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Drew|

"Good to hear you're hunky-dory, what with all the kerfuffle as of late," Ambrose smoothly replied. His grin broadened at Luna's positive reaction to the attention he was giving her. He listened as the awkward teen stumbled on, idly playing with one of his rings. "Shooting range, eh? Good on you, keeping those skills sharp. You never know when we'll be attacked again. Still can't believe those blighters snatched the Golden Fleece; takes some real smarts to come up with a play like that. But the fabulous wool coat is back where it belongs now, and Bob's your uncle."

Ambrose shrugged at Drew's offer to help, making use of most of the upper half of his body in an overly dramatic motion. "Oh, it's not especially important... I honestly can’t be arsed if it's too much work." He shifted his weight before he continued speaking. "Just head a piece of news he might be interested in, is all. Were you aware that Vivienne herself led the charge yesterday? Simply scandalous, I know, after we've sent our people all the way up to the Adirondacks to deal with her... seems a waste of resources, if you ask me." His brown eyes glittered as he spoke, watching the son of Athena carefully for a reaction.


Liv Keary
|✂|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Training Arena|Tags: Cass|

Liv had her fill of breakfast. All of the jostling and chatter of the Hermes table was enough to set her teeth on edge. She needed to hit something, and soon. Preferably someone. It was rather early to be starting fights, however... maybe a training dummy was a better opponent. She'd heard someone say something about an arena the day before - probably that colosseum-looking building she'd noted on the way to the cabins area when she'd first arrived.

She found the arena unfortunately occupied, though there was plenty of space. Still, she would have rather been alone. She was about to march over to one of the training dummies and start giving it a walloping when she paused. Her eyes narrowed, catching sight of a demigod she vaguely recognised. That's the leader of the Hermes cabin, right? Or whatever they're called, I don't care. Either way, she had a bone to pick with whoever was in charge. "Hey!" she called out, her tone shrill and aggressive. "You're in charge of the cabin eleven morons, right?" Not even waiting for a response, Liv marched herself over to the young woman. "Tell your dumb siblings or whatever to keep their hands off my stuff! Someone taped it to the ceiling yesterday, and I'm gonna find out who. When I do, they're gonna be sorry!"


Vivienne Isole
|❄|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Waffle House, Lancaster, PA|Tags: Kayle|

Vivienne was vaguely aware of something being slid in front of her, lying on the table. A voice talking, going in one ear and out the other. And then there were arms around her; arms that were big and strong and warm and most definitely real. It was the first sensation she'd seen as real since the... whatever happened in the kitchen.

"You're gonna be safe here with me, and I'm not going anywhere."
Vivienne didn't realise how tightly her fingers had dug into Kayle's shirt; like she was gripping on for dear life. Tears steamed against her frigid cheeks, but stopped soonafter they tracked their way down her face. "Kayle." She was real, so so real. And she wasn't going to leave. Everyone else left. Her foster parents, people she thought were her friends, Audra... but Kayle wasn't going to leave. She wasn't alone anymore. Vivienne took a shaky breath as she felt the tremours in her body start to ebb.

In coming back into herself, she noticed the rather... public venue of her spectacle. A building of some sort - a restaurant? A Domicile of Waffles, I believe? Her stomach felt empty. Hunger. I am registering hunger. That was a good sign; another real sensation she could latch onto. It was then that she became aware that she was clutching Kayle's shirt in a vice. She quickly relaxed her grip, eyes drifting to the tiled floor below. What - what are those monstrosities upon my feet!? They were horrendous, that much she was certain of. She wished she could have kicked them off right there, but walking around in bare feet was unladylike. I am... I am still dressed in the clothing I have slept in. Another embarrassing factoid. Pair that with her tangled, unbraided hair and emotional outburst, and she was practically squirming with discomfort. "Kayle." She said it again, louder this time. Words were still taking a little bit to get used to. "Let us ascertain nourishment, then leave this place. I would like to be wearing something more... becoming."