[center][color=004b80][h1][b][i]~Jericho Brooks~[/i][/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=004b80][center][h3][b][i]~Camp, Cabin Hades~[/i][/b][/h3][/center][/color]

[color=004b80]Having long since taken a shower, gotten changed, and generally made himself acceptable by society's standards, Jericho walked out of Artemis's cabin feeling like a new man! With the heavy beat of Arianna's first track of the day filling the camp with life, he was suddenly grateful for the party. It afforded his return no small amount of anonymity, except for that little mishap at the lake. He stretched luxuriously in the warm afternoon sun and noted the position of the sun. If he had any hope to get Erin to attend, he'd better start needling her now until she was too fed up to say no. As he patted around in his pockets, he realized he'd forgotten the gift he'd procured for her on his most recent monster hunt. Jericho had long since realized that his continued disappearing act infuriated Erin and these small gifts were his versions of an apology.

He bounded up the steps, waved his hand in front of the door (because who needed a key with a locksmith like Ky?), and scooped the brown paper wrapped rectangle from his nightstand, secured with twine. This was only one of two gifts for Erin, however. The second was tied to the brown paper of the rectangle, the blank backside of the paper facing up as to be a surprise. After a momentary consideration, he scooped up a third gift similarly wrapped, but very different in contour. It looked strange to say the least, thick at one end as if it would fit into one's grip comfortably, and extending a hand a quarter's length after what was obviously a hilt. This one was for Grif. It had been awhile since he'd talked to the guy and he felt that it was an appropriate gift. He tucked each of the gifts into his two inside jacket pockets, right and left respectively. Grif's present bounced conspicuously against his breast, but Jericho didn't really care.

When he made it to the Hades' cabin, he had an odd feeling as nostalgia took over him. He remembered watching from the shade of the trees as Erin was led to her new home, so much different than the girl he knew today. Shaking off his bemusement, Jericho put on his best charming smile and rapped three times, counted a half second then knocked twice. It was his usual signal to Erin that it was none other than yours truly at the door. Just in case she was particularly testy that day.[/color]

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[center][h1][b][i]~Logan Murdock~[/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][h3][b][i]~Cabin Hephaestus~[/i][/b][/h3][/center]

His arms were held up to shoulder height and fully extended, much to the amazement of campers watching Logan's progress through the growing mob of campers. They parted way as he politely smiled, nodded, and excused himself and the kegs, one held in each hand as if he were carrying two kittens by the scruff of the neck. After making his way from the cellar to the ice tubs for the kegs, he finally deposited his load gently to its container. Logan ducked his head from under the amazed stares of the Greeks. He didn't like all the attention the simple favor of carrying the four kegs to the party's central location and he had a sneaking suspicion Arianna had coordinated that way for this very reason. The fifth and final keg he carried with both hands, for comfort, into Ky'vie's cabin and kitchen. He hadn't seen much of her, except from bustling in and out of the house to the grill and chatting with various campers that wanted to talk to her. Every time he managed to catch her eye, however, he immediately felt a red blush rise on his neck, threatening to smother his face until he shifted his thoughts.

There were so many people here, Logan couldn't have imagined so many campers. It seemed every demigod, satyr, naiad, and woodland spirit had come to enjoy the merrymaking! Roman never had such devil-may-care gatherings, so the son of Jupiter was very much out of his element. What he did know, was how to drink with the best of them. Quickly tapping the keg, grabbing a red Solo cup, and pumping out a healthy serving, he downed half the beer instantly, just to settle his nerves. The cup was soon empty, and again after that, and Logan found himself on his third cup before he made his way out of the cabin door. He looked around until a familiar leather jacket caught his eye at the far right end of the porch.

Walking up to the Englishman, he gripped the handrail with his left hand, even as he took another healthy gulp of the brew. "Hey Grif, you came to the party! What's up?..." Logan paused for a moment, reading the air as you walked beside the man. "You've got a look about you.. like my legionnaires did whenever we were about to do battle. Something on your mind?" Logan asked in concern and respect. The energetic aura Grif had displayed so much before had seemed sobered by something that Logan couldn't put a finger on, not knowing the guy well enough. But a man that looked like he was readying for war was familiar indeed. The red head wondered if there was something he could do to help the roguish son of Hermes. He looked down at Griffin's cup, seeing that it was still nearly full. Logan guessed that was a bad sign for a Grecian.