As Zula loaded up her plate full of food again, she heard the bulk of the Aphrodite Cabin start to filter into the pavilion, along with most of the other cabins. [i]Wow, I didn't think we'd been chatting that long...[/i] the campers usually didn't lie when they showed up, and often times knew more about schedule than she did. So she hurried back to the table, trying to intervene before her cabinmates forced them from it.

"Okay, I've gotta go do my makeuporsomething, bye!" hopefully, without her, they could diffuse out into the camp and do whatever they wanted to do for the day. While she wasn't mean, and her cabin mates weren't awful, they were still territorial. Zula started to hurry out of the pavilion, but stopped when she saw Chiron. She'd never seen him up and about this early, and never without Mr. D. Something was wrong.

"Campers," he said, after gathering their attention. "I regret to inform you that Capture the Flag has been cancelled, and you will be restricted to your cabins until further notice."

There were cries of dissent amongst the crowd, but Chiron ignored them, instead walking back towards the Big House, his gait slow and tired. Zula was still standing there, mouth open at what she'd seen. She'd never heard of Chiron calling off Capture the Flag, much less confining campers to their cabins like that. What was going on?