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47815a....|.... Outfit ....|....  party 

Before he could get a response, Daniel’s head swiveled at some whacky commotion regarding some guy wanting to be more like a rodent or with the rodents than some girl in front of him. A bad break up or just an unflattering comparison? Either way that was the short and thick of the interaction as both dispersed.

“Feels like I just got here, and already people’re acting up.”

Only because it was inappropriate to show amusement, he tutted once and raised his brows. “If you only knew,” he said more to himself than his company. By camp standards that was a peaceful disagreement. No less tense or unpleasant on the girl, but peaceful as it didn’t vortex to other campers.

“But anyway, what I gotta warn you about is, I’ll give it a fair shot, but I don’t really dance all that much. I’ve done, like, the Cha Cha Slide at weddings and a couple of school dances, and that’s about it.”

Daniel smiled at her given warning. “Well I appreciate the heads up. And hey, you know maybe one of those universal dances will come on and you'll get to shine with the Macarena.”

The rosé was no match for the apparent time constraint the demigod in front of him was on. Or she was drowning out how unpleasant taking to the dancefloor with him could be. Daniel rolled his head watching the liquor disappear at rapid speed. “Oh, okay...” She offered him a hand next and he blinked a little stunned. “Yeah, right. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and led the way. He glanced back at the bar where people seemed to congregate and multiply by. Now he left of course that would be the case. But he caught sight of Andy and her company and waved them to come along as well. The more on the dancefloor the merrier and it might’ve assured the girl he had in his hand he wasn’t a creeper. But knowing what a stiff Andy could be sometimes, and not knowing the new dude, he wouldn’t be surprised if they pretended they didn’t see it.

If anyone else in that crowd caught the invitation though and was willing, he wouldn't be mad. It was better than everyone nestling together and sticking to their safety zone.

Daniel gave the dark-haired girl a single spin for entry then released her hand to move as freely or tamely as she wanted. He, meanwhile kept it pretty low key for now and shifted his weight side to side with a few double hits with the beat he couldn't help as the party music raged on. “You got a parent?” he asked while he moved. Obviously, she did.“More specifically, the one that brought you here? Maybe a name?”

The only fair thing to do was to give his information. He held out a hand if she dared. “Daniel. Hecate.” His hand wasn't there to shake at the official introduction. Rather, actually bust a move with her. But maybe her saving grace was on the way.

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Anissa almost winced at Heath’s patience, not because it annoyed her, though, far from it. It was more because it was too kind. Too gentle. It felt like being offered something that she’d done nothing to earn. If anything, she still felt she deserved the opposite. She’d been called a snake, and although Anatoliy hadn’t said it in so many words, she might as well tack on fake and judgmental, too. Because the worst part, the part that made her stomach turn, was that he wasn’t completely wrong.

She’d seen it clearly at the gate: the painful look of someone who’d felt deeply and profoundly rejected. She recognized that shattered expression intimately and knew what it was to carry that specific brand of hurt. And yet, despite that understanding, her careless words had acted like clumsy fingers prying at his barely healed wounds. She hadn’t aimed to cause harm, but her thoughtlessness offered no defence either. And for someone who navigated emotional ruins almost professionally (well, without payment), her lack of caution felt like a personal failure now, a betrayal of her own supposed skills.

Carelessness wasn’t an excuse. It could never be. Not for her. Not for the role she’d always played.

This realization made her burn with shame. She possessed an entire arsenal of knowledge built on grief and broken spirits, barely clinging to what was left of their lives. She handled the departed with reverence, creating sacred space for their memory. So why, faced with a living, breathing soul radiating that same brokenness, had she fumbled so catastrophically? Why had her instinct been defensiveness instead of sensitivity?

Anatoliy’s anger had been cutting, his words cruel. She couldn’t deny that. But a chilling possibility took root: maybe she’d unknowingly struck the first spark to begin with. Perhaps her presence, her words, her very existence in that moment had carelessly disturbed a deep, private pain she had no right to approach. And now, standing in the aftermath of that self-inflicted wreckage, Heath offered simple kindness again. It felt jarring, almost surreal, as if the ugly confrontation with Anatoliy had never occurred, as if she hadn’t just proven herself capable of causing that kind of hurt.

“Right. The lost and found….” Anissa’s fingers closed around the guitar’s neck, then abruptly released it, as if the contact burned. “Didn’t want to just… leave it. That felt wrong,” she repeated, her voice flat and distant. Yet holding it now felt equally wrong, tainted by association. Heath seemed inherently reliable, the perfect person to ensure its safe return alone. The logical solution was clear: let him take it. 

Her gaze moved back towards Heath’s calm face. He radiated trustworthiness. The kind of person who kept promises without fanfare, who would carry the instrument faithfully to its owner without a single sigh of inconvenience. Furthermore, he was someone who absolutely didn’t deserve to be pulled into the emotional debris field she was currently trailing.

“You could… go ahead if you want,” Anissa offered to Heath, the words feeling clumsy and insufficient as she pushed herself up from her crouch. Her eyes darted away from his understanding gaze, unable to hold it, seeking the safer distance of the bonfire’s glow. The suggestion was partly genuine as sparing him her awkward company felt merciful, but also layered with a selfish desire to be alone again, to escape yet another well-meaning interaction she felt unworthy of and would more than likely fuck up. 

Her attention snagged on a figure near the flames. River was still there, engaged in conversation with a camper she didn't recognize this time. The stranger wore thick layers, bundled against a cold that seemed to have retreated from the place by magic.  Like they hadn’t noticed, she thought, a bit of judgment surfacing before she caught herself. 

Who am I to talk? Her own hands were comfortably warm inside her soft suede gloves, yet she had no intention of removing them. Not unless….

Anissa frowned, dismissing the idea immediately. 

“You don’t have to walk me there,” she reiterated, forcing her focus back to Heath. “You’ve already been…” She let the sentence hang, the unspoken 'kind enough' obvious. She couldn't bring herself to voice it directly, however. Needing to fill the silence and provide a plausible escape route, she tacked on, “Besides, I uh…skipped out on food before and I think I saw a snack table when I got here so….” She trailed off, making a vague, dismissive wave towards the general direction of the table in question. The excuse was flimsy, but she aimed for casual indifference, hoping it masked her desire to simply dissolve back into the crowd alone.

“Anissa, by the way,” she added almost as an afterthought, though it was an intentional reintroduction after her earlier forgetfulness. This time, she kept her hands firmly to herself, no offer of a handshake. Instead, needing an action to punctuate the moment, she lifted her nearly empty glass a second later. She gave the dregs of cranberry juice and melted ice a swirl, then tipped it back, finishing the last bit of it.

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.....|.....Near Bonfire > Food/Drink Table

Ocean jolted awake at the sound of her alarm, blearily reaching out to silence the thing. She hadn’t remembered setting an alarm when going down for a nap, but she did remember setting one to remind her about the party. Dim light came from the windows in her room and she sat up with wide eyes, realizing the sun was almost completely set and she had slept almost the entire day away. She groaned and brought her hands up to her eyes. The jet-lag really was something else. Flying from Hawai’i to Greece was bound to mess with her internal clock and now she wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. 

Ocean made her way to the bathroom and turned on her curling iron. While waiting for that to warm up, she brushed her teeth and touched her makeup up a little bit to make it seem like she hadn’t just slept in it, though she really didn’t care too much. She had slept in it and Ocean wasn’t known for wearing a ton. Some blush, mascara, sparkly eyeshadow and highlight was usually all she needed to feel presentable. Once her hair was done, she slipped into her dark blue mid-thigh length dress and slid a white hibiscus flower clip into the small half up bun she made. Her outfit wasn’t very practical for winter weather, but she wasn’t too worried about the snow getting her wet. She’d just keep the water off her. 

When she was satisfied with how she looked, she checked her thermostat to see how heavy of a jacket she’d need to bring, but blinked in disbelief when it said it was in the seventies. Rushing to the front door, she opened it and stepped out onto her balcony, bracing herself for the cold, but it never came. The snow didn’t seem to be melting, but the air was warm. Ocean let out an incredulous laugh before shaking her head. Weird god-magic or whatever. She grabbed a light cardigan just in case and closed the door behind her, ready for whatever this party had in store. She made the snow part in a way that kept her shoes and legs from getting wet and made her way through the darkening area to where she could hear some music and chatter. If there was one thing she loved about being a demi-god, it was the ability to manipulate the water. Being wet all the time in the snow seemed like it would be miserable.

Cute lights and tables of food and drinks greeted her as she approached the activities field and she stopped for a second to see who had shown up and if there was anyone she recognized. Iliana was there, but she didn’t see River and she felt slightly disappointed. She’d actually have to meet other people. 

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to see Ace standing not too far away from her, watching the scene ahead of them. She raised a neat eyebrow. It wouldn’t be weird… if she said hi, right? She hesitated for a second before steeling her nerves and approaching. “It seems to have just started, but there’s still quite a bit of people,” She stated her observation as she came to a stop beside him and fixed her eyes on the scene ahead of them. “Unfortunately, I think even more will show up as the night goes on.”

Ace stood still half-lost in the heat rising from the bonfire, letting it wash over him. The warmth reminded Ace of home, not the place, but the feeling. Ace could’ve stayed in that haze forever, until Ocean’s voice broke through and snapped him back to reality. His eyes continued watching the scene unfold before him as people flooded in, half dressed to impress, laughter growing louder. Ace was here earlier, however, and had watched the two girls set up from the beginning. He heard little of their words, and was unsure if they even noticed him. And if they did, they clearly didn’t care to show it. The display was, frankly, marvelous and unlike anything he’d ever seen. And you see a lot of shit in Holbrook, Arizona. What was in store for him? Was he too far behind everyone? The thought infuriated him, so he found himself standing motionless at this one spot as his mind wandered. Until this very moment.

“Every party in my life has taught me to enjoy the calm before the storm, especially when people get bored,” he shrugged as a smirk crawled across his face,  “so I think you’re onto something.”

His gaze fell onto Ocean. She was bathed in soft light, wearing a navy blue dress that curved and flared like it was tailored for her. The dress hugged her just right, while the pleated skirt moved just slightly as she shifted weight. The hem of that navy blue dress lifted just enough to reveal the soft contour of her thighs. It wasn’t overt, and nothing about her was trying too hard. She was graceful, and sharp. It left enough to the imagination but it was hot to him all the same.

“Damn girl, you’re smokin’,” he teased, as his smirk became a grin, not caring to speak casually or play it cool. “Guess I’m underdressed… lookin’ at everyone else.” And maybe he was, but he was clearly as comfortable as ever.

Ace wore a jet-black, slim-cut, leather jacket with a worn in texture that perfectly hugged his frame. The stitching was clean and deliberate, however. Underneath, a deep charcoal mock neck shirt. His pants were black with a silver chain hanging at his hip, clipped to a belt loop. His black boots were combat-style, but polished. His hair was tousled as usual, in a way that made it unclear if he’d just woken up or not. His eyes had a tiredness to them, slightly bloodshot, darkened beneath, but focused on her like he forgot to be tired.

Ocean gave a light laugh at Ace’s teasing compliment and shook her head at his statement. ”I don’t think it really matters. If anything, I feel overdressed. It’s the middle of winter and yet here I am in a dress. I almost showed up in sweats.” Ocean raked her eyes up and down Ace’s figure and outfit and tried to push down the heat in her face. Men in mock necks and turtlenecks made her weak in the knees. She hoped he wasn’t paying too close attention to her expressions and that the heat from the fire covered for her tomato face.  “For the record, I think you look nice. That jacket looks comfy. How did looking through the lost and found go?”  

“Thanks, O,” Ace replied. “Believe it or not, this is more or less what I wear back home, so… either I just got extremely lucky, or Hermes finally did something fuckin’ decent for me.”

Ace shrugged before sliding the jacket off of his shoulders with a low creak, revealing tattoos that adorned his now sleeveless arms. On his right arm, an endless coil of chained skulls ran from his bicep to wrist. Each skull was slightly different, one cracked, others grinning, one crying a single tear of oil. Wrapped in heavy links like a cursed rosary, the chains tangled with thorned vines pricking and twisting around the bones. Flames licked upward from his forearm, the smoking curling into various images… faint faces, of lost friends or maybe even the dead. Ace’s left arm was less of a sleeve, rather containing individual pieces. A nun with bleeding eyes, hands folded over a mechanical heart. A pair of lovers falling backwards into a pit, their spines exposed and laced like barbed wire. A half-open coffin with a mirror instead of a body inside. Just above his wrist, a delicate tattoo of a single eye, wreathed in smoke, stared unblinking.

Ace stepped closer to Ocean, gently draping the heavy jacket over her shoulders. “My mother would’ve killed me if I didn’t let you have this, magical heat or not.” Ace continued studying her face, each nuance expression as color flushed to her cheeks.  He reached down, gently taking her hand. “Let’s grab a drink, we can continue our conversation from earlier.”

Ace nudged his head towards the bar before leading the way, making sure Ocean made her way off the incline they were standing on just fine. “So, what’s the story of getting hit in the face with a Trident? I hope your face didn’t turn out like mine.”

Ace would release her hand once they were closer to the entire party. He was sure the last thing any of them wanted was a rumor, or attention in general, for that matter. Ace shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes scanning their surroundings almost instinctively. People were sledding, and grouped up playing various games. Ace had little to no interest in it all, and was only here to get his mind off of the other night. The hot women were only a plus, in addition to the free alcohol.

Ocean glanced over Ace’s tattoos, curious as to what they meant to him, but looked away once he draped his jacket over her shoulders and grabbed her hand. The jacket was still warm from his body heat and while it wasn’t super cold outside, Ocean didn’t mind the extra warmth. Though, she didn’t bring up the fact it was 70 degrees. She wanted to wear Ace’s jacket a little longer, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was because he was her first real connection here at camp. 

“My face was just as bad, I think. It was a long time ago. Poseidon would train me and my brother once a year once we got old enough. He taught me how to use a trident- but you can probably imagine how that went.“ Ocean gave a light, humorous chuckle, gripping the sides of her dress once Ace let go of her hand. “It was humiliating, but I eventually got better and got hit less.”

Ocean poured herself a small amount of… whatever concoction was in front of her, but she didn’t take a sip. She wasn’t much of a drinker. When she was fifteen, she and River had snuck some Alcohol. She was throwing up all day and vowed she’d never do that again, though she’ll have a small drink if it was in social settings. She glanced around hoping to catch a glimpse of her brother. If he wasn’t here, she was going to drag him out of his cabin. She turned back to Ace and caught River’s familiar form sitting by the bonfire, though it looked like he was talking to someone. Ocean didn’t know if she wanted to interrupt whatever friendship he was currently forming. 

“ Do you know how to fight with a crowbar? Or did you just get hit by them?” Ocean didn’t know if fighting with a crowbar required precision and skill or if it was just… swung, but she was curious to know.

Ace grabbed a cup, pouring himself some jungle juice. He would keep it light, for now. Ace grabbed two bottles of water, sliding one in front of Ocean as he sipped his poison. He didn’t know if she was a heavy drinker, so a chaser was always nice for people like them. Ace laughed at the question, as it told him a lot about the girl alongside her backstory of being a trained fighter.

“Just hit by ‘em, but I assume it’s pretty easy to swing and hit someone off-guard.” Ace almost spat the words out before downing his drink as the memories flooded back, pouring himself another right after. If his injuries were bad, they should have seen the other guy. Ace would definitely need something stronger as the night went on. “There’s no formal training in a street fight. The goal is to do as much damage as possible, so you can make it back home safe at the end of the day.”

Ace glanced around once more, eyes landing on Sloane who had walked in with a man unfamiliar to him. Ace didn’t recognize the guy from the gates earlier, so he only assumed he was already staying at the camp. It wasn’t Ace’s business, however, and figured he would get Sloane alone tonight regardless of the relation those two shared. For now, Ocean had his undivided attention. His eyes fell back on her.

“My uncle was in the military and taught me a thing or two, but that's nothing compared to a God training you.” Ace took another sip. “What else were you taught over the years? Maybe I could get a lesson sometime… see how good you really are at wielding a trident.” Ace didn’t realize the implications of his words until afterwards, but instead of being embarrassed his smirk just widened.

Ace genuinely was interested in seeing, and studying, the things she learned from Poseidon. Especially since he lacked any formal combat and power training, despite being very confident in his own fighting abilities.

Ocean pulled Ace’s jacket around her a little tighter at his question. “It wasn’t… that bad, maybe?” Ocean only phrased that as a question because she didn’t know anything else. She didn’t know what it was like to be trained by someone other than her dad. “Poseidon was really hard on me, but more so on River. He was ruthless and beat us down repeatedly, but sometimes I like to imagine he had some sort of compassion towards us. Even if the only compassion he had was because he wanted us to be his child soldiers or whatever.”

Ocean took a sip of her drink at Ace’s suggestion and his stupidly handsome smirk that made her heart beat a little faster. It burned her esophagus. Ocean may not have much experience when it came to flirting and relationships (whether that be romantic or platonic), but she wasn’t stupid. She cleared her throat and gave Ace a small smirk of her own. “I wouldn’t mind showing you a few things, but are you sure you can keep up?” 

Ocean didn’t have a doubt that Ace could keep up. He had some sort of training and street experience, so he’d be okay. Ocean wasn’t terrible at sword fighting either- maybe that was something she could teach Ace? She didn’t know the specs when it came to tridents and other demigods, but she had a feeling it would be hard for anyone else to learn a trident.

Gods using children as soldiers was a thought that crossed his mind before, and Ace was glad that someone else at least considered it. Why else would there be a camp full of powerful demigods? Surely not to protect them from normal humans. At least in his case, his father showed up entirely too late in his life. If it wasn’t for a literal get out of jail free card, Ace would still be home. He still wouldn’t allow himself to be a pawn in whatever games the Gods were playing. It was him over everyone, by any means necessary.

Ace was pleasantly surprised when Ocean returned a statement of her own. He was used to girls like her shutting down shyly, or turning into a stuttering mess. Clearly there was more to this girl than he originally thought. He leaned in just a little, just enough to test how close he could get without making her pull away. His tone dropped further, playful but dipped in real interest now. “Keep up? I’m not worried about keeping up, High-Tide, I set the pace.” Ace’s eyes flicked downward, once again not bothering to hide the fact that he was checking her out.

He hadn’t noticed it earlier, but now, relaxed by the fire, drink in hand, shadows licking up her figure beneath his jacket... Ace saw it. Her arms were lean but sculpted, with legs that carried the kind of strength that came from fighting, not gym selfies. His jaw flexed slightly as he drank her in. Ace gave a low whistle through his teeth, half to himself. Then, with that lazy, lopsided grin returning to his face, he leaned back and let his eyes meet hers again.

“Speaking of your brother,” Ace switched the subject, though he genuinely had no interest in River at the moment. Ace just knew not to push his luck in the flirtatious department, even if it were being reciprocated at the moment. “I figured you two would show up together… What's his take on the whole, ‘daddy training us to be his underlings'’ ordeal? No offense to your old man, but it definitely sounds less like parenting and more like building weapons.”

Ocean pauses to think about Ace’s question, attempting to ignore the way her heart sped up when he leaned in close and called her ‘High-Tide’. River didn’t confide in her too much about his emotions, but Ocean knew River tried his hardest to please their father and live up to his expectations. She didn’t think it was her place to reveal anything about how River felt though. She’d embarrassingly shared more than she wanted to about herself and she barely knew this guy. “Not sure. River can be closed off sometimes,” Ocean deflected. “I also expected to show up with him, but I overslept and was in a rush. Plus, his cabin lights were off so I figured he’d be here.” Ocean pointed to the fire where he sat. “That’s him, there.” 

She took another sip of her cup before setting it down and deciding she’d already had enough. “So what kinds of new year's traditions do you have? Besides making your ‘Vicodin quota’ and outrunning cops for the holiday,” Ocean teased, changing the subject.

Ace cocked one brow as he looked Ocean’s brother up and down. It wasn’t difficult to spot the relations, they looked spot-on. But River had more of a… purposeful air to him. The type of air that surrounded valedictorians, that had every inch of them pre-approved by some invisible board of excellence. The nice way of saying, he looks like he had a stick up his ass, even in casual clothing. It took everything in Ace to keep from laughing. Instead, he took another swig of his drink as Ocean teased.

“Well…” Ace sat his cup down. “News Years with the Crimson Pistons, we hit our bikes and ride to The Velvet Vixen. Whole crew gets wild. Shots, strippers, loud music.”

“Truth is, I wasn’t even old enough to get inside most years. Bouncers knew I was with the Pistons, but rules were rules. The boys went in, and I posted up outside on lookout duty. But I would lean just right of the window…” Ace mimicked the motion with his hand, “and caught a peek.” His grin widened.

“And my buddy Diesel, he’d sneak me a shot or two when no one was lookin’. Only fireball. It burned like hell everytime, but it was something to keep me warm besides this.” Ace nudged his head to the jacket around Ocean’s shoulders. “And it kept me from feeling like an odd man out, but I appreciate that time looking back. Things were simple then.”

Ace then teased, “So, what about you? Anything special or do you swap spit like everyone else?” He then motioned to the party. “Anyone catching your eye tonight?”

Ocean gave an awkward laugh before shaking her head. “When the sun started to set in Hawai’i, my mom would watch River and I race each other while surfing. Even though she was a professional surfer, night surfing can be dangerous and she’s just mortal, so we didn’t let her near the water. But we’d wear glow stick necklaces or some sort of lamp and we would race each other in the dark on surfboards with my mother as referee. Then, we’d sit around a beach fire, light some sparklers and just spend time together. No training, no working, no spit swapping… just fun,” 

Ocean gave Ace a bigger smile this time as she reminisced. She wondered how her mom was doing. A big surfing competition was coming up and Ocean knew how much it meant to her mom. She decided she’d pray to Poseidon tonight in hopes that he’d watch over her and keep her safe in the competition. 

“And no. I’m not really here looking to kiss or anything more than that.” She tilted her head up slightly to look into Ace’s dark eyes and found them staring back right at her. “Feelings change, though. Ask me again later.”

There was a slight pause and Ocean took a gulp of water that Ace had thankfully placed in front of her earlier. The water felt refreshing going down, soothing her throat after the alcohol from earlier had irritated it. 

“So? Anyone catching your eye?”

Ocean’s life was far from the life Ace knew. It was like a scene straight out of a damn movie. Sparklers and glow sticks, mom by the fire pit watching. It was soft, but a good kind of soft. Not weak, just untouched by the kind of hell that raised him. Ocean spoke about it in a no big deal sort of way, like she didn’t know how rare that kind of peace could be. Or maybe she did, and Ace just didn’t reach that deep yet. He was smiling at her retelling of the memory, nonetheless.

”That’s the kinda memory that keeps the world from going cold,” Ace acknowledged, though the closest he got to glow sticks was a busted taillight in the junkyard. ”Makes ya’ wanna sit around the fire and hear more of ‘em.” He glanced down, thumb rubbing the rim of his glass before he downed the rest of his drink.

There was something in the way Ocean moved. There was fire and softness wrapped into one. Careful, but not scared. Guarded, but open. Cautious, but curious. Her last words were like gasoline on a lit fuse. He leaned back slightly, fingers drumming against the edge of the table. ”Hmm, someone catching my eye?” He glanced around for only a second. ”Hard to tell in this lighting, but there is this one girl. I’ve been trying not to look, but she makes it impossible.”

Ace ran a hand through his hair, calloused fingers brushing over the scar near his temple. He grabbed a half warm bottle of beer off the table, popped the cap, and took a slow swig.

”I ain’t one to leave a good thing hanging, but, there’s someone I said I’d check in on tonight.” Ace closed in, his free hand reaching out and tugging the lapel of his jacket on her shoulders. ”Hold onto this for me. Gives me a damn good excuse to find you and ask that question later.” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, gaze locked. With that, he drained his bottle, tossed it aside, then turned and walked off before she could respond.

Ocean held her breath as Ace leaned in and tugged on the jacket that she wore around her shoulders. Only when he stepped away to go find his other friend (perhaps that girl he mentioned?) did Ocean release her breath. Her face felt hot and she suddenly wished it was twenty degrees out- if only to cool herself off. Ocean ditched her water and took another swig of her alcohol, relishing in the slight burn. Maybe she should’ve stayed in public school just to get the experience of talking to men who flirted with her. 

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath  before throwing her cup away and heading over to where she saw River. Ace was friendly and flirty, but… mainly friendly? Ocean wasn’t looking for anything more honestly, so she decided right then and there that she’d push it to the back of her mind, focus on their friendship, and return his jacket to him later in the night or in the morning. She hoped no one talked about it- though it wasn’t like anyone knew her or Ace. She doubted any silly rumors would be produced because she wore his jacket.

River lingered by the bonfire, talking to a peculiar figure that was engulfed in a parka and Ocean tilted her head to the side curiously. Wasn’t that person hot? The two seemed to be engaged in a conversation and Ocean hesitated for a second, not wanting to interrupt, but she hadn’t seen her brother since that morning and she wanted to catch up before training tomorrow.

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Morne felt like he had been walking forever and staring at this stupid map. Why couldn’t his sister just have stayed around? The map that their father gave them was literally telling him how hot (close) or cold (far) he was from the camp, but he still couldn’t read it very well. He couldn’t remember what his father’s directions were about it because he was ignoring the man — maybe he shouldn’t have done that. 

Huffing out, he stood there, and stared at the map before lifting his eyes and looking around. ‘Everything looks the same… how can one tell a fucking tree from another fucking tree. They all look the same, god, I hate the woods. Why couldn’t camp be in an apartment complex or like something? A resort? That would be great if it was in a resort,’ he continued to bitch to himself while looking around and then looking down. He was kind of following his footprints back in hopes that he would find his sisters in a way. The map didn’t make sense to him at all. No matter what he did, especially when he thought he was going the right way. It seemed like he was going farther and farther away from this supposed camp. 

Without looking much at the surrounding area and more on the map, his foot hooked something, and he tumbled down. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t a shallow experience. Morne rolled down a smaller hill before smacking into a tree while losing all of his breath from the impact before regaining his composure quickly. ‘I hate the woods,’ he wanted to scream it but he was able to hold in that energy. ‘The woods suck. Why would anyone want to be out in the woods?’ he then realized he lost the map. It wasn’t in either of his gloved hands as he looked around and tried scanning for it. Then he noticed it was up at the top of the small hill, so he started climbing the snowy slope — then slipped down. 

He gasped out in disappointment before trying again. And again. And once more. And finally! Morne grabbed a root and was able to pull himself up to the top of the hill and get back to his feet and grab the map. ‘Ha! NATURE! FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH!’ he yelled out but nothing was called back. Maybe some rustling but he shrugged his shoulders, shook the map so it would be clean, and made sure he was away from the edge. ‘Oh, shit. I had the map upside down, this makes so much more sense,’ Morne laughed at himself as he began to follow the proper instructions that he didn’t understand when it was upside down.

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"Understandable," she reassured him with a nod. "Camp has over doubled in size in a handful of hours. To be honest, I’m trying to get my bearings as well. I can’t speak for the new faces, but the seasoned campers are good people." 

"I will take your word, then Andy." Leo remarked, and while the people he has met so far. Sofia, Duke, and now Andy. They had been nice and seemed like good people. Granted, Duke wanted some reassurance that he would not cause trouble. Since Leo knows through Sofia that there was some troubles that the campers had to endure. Though she was not specific about what but he can understand about not wanting the new campers to cause problems.       

"Duke’s a nice guy," Andy confirmed with a soft smile. "Just go bug him," she added with a laugh and small shrug. "Parties are all about just, popping into random conversations and ’mingling’." She raised her hands and made air quotes. "Plus, I highly doubt he’ll be offended about you joining in. He’s pretty laid back."

"Well, in that case," Leo took a sip of his whiskey and was about nearly done and eager to drink something less alcoholic. "I can see how he is doing and see who else he is talking to. Mingle a bit." Parties were not Leo's strong suit. Mainly due to his nature of controlling his emotions and he tends to not seem like he was enjoying himself most of the time. He was just in his own way, and most parties he was invited to. Alcohol was the main source of refreshment, and he would not its intoxicating juices screw with his head.      

"I don’t really like it either. I’ve had enough bad experiences while drinking here that I prefer to keep my wits about me. My friend, however, thought I needed to loosen up," she added with a lighthearted chuckle. "She means well, but I think two shots is more than enough for me tonight."

"It is nice to know someone who also does not like alcohol." Leo gave a small smile and sounded relieved. "Where I am from and among my friends, I tend to be the only one who dislikes drinking the stuff." Leo sighed,"At least they did not try to force me to drink it... once I got them to understand that is." Leo made another sigh, maybe not the best of friends he had, but they never tried to trick him into drinking alcohol.    

"Come on, I can show you where they are."

"Lead the way," Leo said and followed Andy back to the bar, but he would notice as he finished off his whiskey was two campers on the outskirts of the party. They definitely talking to each other, and neither looked happy. So Leo thought it best to stay away from those two right now. Maybe once they come to the party and seem a bit happier.        

"Right here," she said, directing Leo toward the far left side of the bar, kind of tucked away by the ice. "Most people just use them for mixed drinks, but I like breaking the rules." Andy flashed a mischievous grin.

"Thanks," Leo said, and after throwing away his empty cup in the recycling bin. He chose after seeing the selection of drinks and being somewhat annoyed with himself that he did not see them earlier. Leo went with a bottle of water, and seeing how Andy was sitting down on a barstool. He opted to sit on one right next to her and took a small sip of water.  

"Hecate, by the way," Andy said while pointing to herself, addressing what always seemed to be the elephant in the room… the Gods. "It’s usually one of the first questions ‘what’s your name?’ ‘who’s your parent?’" She laughed and held up her hands in playful innocence. "No pressure. Just figured I’d tick off one thing from the small talk checklist."

Leo saying the next words with a hint of anger,"Ares." Saying it in a deadpan tone, and since talking about his father, tended to bring out anger in him. Right now, with more restraint than earlier today, but there were some tells. "I.. rather not want to talk about him." Leo looked around for a bit and took a sip from his water. It is clear that he would rather change the subject and simply sighed at his words.

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"Hey, I say just be yourself.  I know if I ever met any half siblings, I'd still be me.  I am my mom's only child too, so I wouldn't know what it's like to have to have siblings either."

"Same here, and I know I have a half sibling here and want to at least talk to him. But I am not sure when would be the best time to approach him about it." Sofia sounded both eager and unsure since she had prior warning about Mason's nature. But she will talk to him at least once, and while hoping they can be friends or good siblings to each other might not happen. She still wants to try since she likes the idea of having a sibling, and now that she knows she has one. It is a priority for her to meet Mason and hoping it does not go sour. 

”Err, I wouldn’t actually know, um, this is my first one so far. But it’s already an improvement on my first couple of days in camp. Which were like, what? One day of everyone having to fight duels, then spending the night being attacked by monsters.”

She paused before continuing.

”I’m sure that won’t happen tomorrow night... probably. Though Nelly might be able to tell you better than I could as far as past parties go.”

"Oh... so things get exciting here and that would suck if it did happen tomorrow night." While Sofia knew some stuff that had happened via her mother, but the camp being attacked by monsters was a new one to her. It almost made her seem glad that they would start training tomorrow. Almost, but it sounds like the campers here had been through some tough times, but still held on and stayed.

"Oh, I am not much better.  You only got here a few days after me.  Granted a lot happened those few days too.  The day I got there, we did have a party with a game I never played before.  Seven Minutes in Heaven.  Had to spend 7 minutes in a closet that was conjured up.  To decide that, we basically played a variation of spin the bottle.  I got Sylas, and needless to say, I don't think I did well.  It wasn't until much later did I learn the true purpose of the game.  I can be dense when it comes to intimacy.  I'll do better next time.  Never had time for guys due to my lifestyle.  But at the party a former camper got in a bad argument with Andy and electrocuted the poor girl, almost killed her.  It was Zeus's daughter.  The next day she and her brother left for Olympus for good and haven't been back since.  That same day, a few other demigods got in a fight that resulted in Sylas getting hurt by a son of Ares.  Poseidon and a few other gods also showed up that day to say the next day we ALL would have a trial that would expose our biggest fears and weaknesses.  Mine was minor to compared to others.  One was my peanut allergy, fear of needles, and anything bad happening to my mother.  Out of respect for others, I won't mention the others, but needless to say, all of us present were wrecks after our trials.  Anyway, if you do want to know about previous parties, the ones I know who've been here the longest, and don't quote me on this, are Andy, I think her brother Daniel.  Wes for sure be another and Trinity.  Oh, fyi, Sofia, those 2 are a couple now.  Trinity is badass blonde and Wes is a nice guy, but he's lacking an arm.  They're a gorgeous couple.  I hope I am okay in Trinity's book now.  Girl is Ares' daughter, so I want to stay on her good side.  OH!  The other demigod I think has been here longer too is Mason.  I think there's one more person, but this is the one time, I am having a hard time remembering.  Auditory memory is great, but not perfect."

Sofia, at first was not sure of what to say since Nelly had just unloaded a lot of info in a short time and Sofia was trying to process all of it. Then she had questions like, what do you mean a girl almost killed another camper. Andy, that is a name she knows from her mother and wait. She was tortured by Hades and electrocuted sometime before or after? Granted only Sofia in this group knew about the torture part it sounds like, but that was just the tip of the iceberg of questions she had. Like why Wes does only have one arm and.... and....   

"Hey don't sell yourself short, you look adorable.  Plus, Aphrodite is your mom, so you'll aways be beautiful.  Anyway, I think I am going to stop for now.  I don't want to get sweety in this nice attire, plus I haven't gotten me a drink yet.  You two have fun and enjoy yourselves!"

By the time Sofia could raise her voice to reply, Nelly was gone, and now she was left with questions. Questions that she knew Veronica could not answer, and the only good thing that came out of this is that she now knows that Leo has a sister named Trinity. Which she will tell him the next time they meet. 

So, looking a bit awkward towards Veronica, and spoke. "So that was a lot and I think I need a drink after that..." Now sounding a bit less awkward. "Want to join me at the bar? If not, that is okay."       

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It felt like an eternity went by before there was a small answer, ‘Are you hurt?’ the little squeaks sounded out while his breathing was more regulated than a minute or two ago. He didn’t answer right away as he was trying to get his thoughts to settle and he sat back on his heels before looking down at Ip. His eyes blinked a few times. This always made him feel like he wasn’t one with his body — like he was being ripped out of it. 

‘Something like that,’ he whispered back. ‘D-do you want to go for a walk?’ Anatoliy sounded like he was on the brink of crying. He needed an outlet. Everything was overwhelming and he could feel his skin calming down. The crawling sensation was disappearing, the temperature displacement was becoming better, and he didn’t feel the urge to begin to claw into his flesh because of the pain. 

A few squeaks answered him before Anatoliy closed his eyes and nodded his head with a shaky breath. ‘Let me get a sweater or something on and some shoes,’ he whispered out before standing up with some caution, because he didn’t know where his body was fully at because of his abilities. Using the bed as a support and standing there, he looked around before going over to his backpack with all the items around it. Grabbing a sweater that his father knitted him. He put his hiking boots on and gently scooped Ip up. 

‘I don’t know if I like being here little guy,’ Anatoliy began while leaving his cabin and carefully making his way down the slushy steps. ‘I’m not sure I’m going to fit in or like it. I don’t even know why Artemis sent me here, I already got into a fight with someone, and I don’t feel like I’m really connecting with anyone,’ he shrugged with a sigh while stepping off the stairs. He began to walk away from the party, away from artificial lights, and admiring the moon. 

Looking up to the sky because he wanted answers but he knew he wouldn’t get any. ‘I’ve only met two people but everyone seemed not very social either when we arrived… I don’t know… I don’t want to be in like…’ he looked down at Ip who was in his hands. ‘I don’t want to feel like I am in high school again or at those stupid summer camps my father used to send me to. The ones where you were supposed to make friends but I never did. It was always difficult for me to make friends,’ he continued to walk and he looked at the other cabins. He was getting faint scents from each cabin but none of the scents were familiar — everyone was strangers. 

‘And I feel like it’s going to be difficult for me to make friends here…,’ he forced a smile. ‘But I’m weird and different and know that…’ he sighed. ‘Maybe I can just turn into a cat or something and go back to the party, maybe someone would pay attention to me then and hang out. That used to work where I used to live. This old lady, her name was Marget, and she was so lonely. She adored it when I would visit but she absolutely hated me when I was myself. I don’t know why. It was kind of funny. I think she just didn’t like how young I was, but she loved me when I was a cat. She’d always pick me up and carry me around and everything. Talk to me. She was very lonely and it helped her and I to be less lonely,’ he explained to Ip while walking in the shadows and staying far away from the party. As far as he possibly could. 

He found himself at the beach and at the edge of the sea. Looking at the partially frozen waters and thinking about everything. ‘You could do this!’ Ip began to lick Anatoliy’s palm. ‘That’s what I do to others that look like me and that seems to work. I’ve made plenty of friends that way,’ Ip seemed excited about his ideas. 

Anatoliy didn’t want to tell the little creature that if he licked someone… they’d probably freak out and possibly hurt him — smacking, punching, hitting, or doing something to him in response. ‘Ip…’ he began while walking across the beach. ‘Humans, creatures like me. Others like me. When we lick each other… that’s frowned upon. Humans are wildly different so the same thing won’t work each and every time,’ he tried explaining the best he could. 

‘What do you usually do to make friends or mates then?’ Ip asked curiously. 

‘I…’ he sighed. ‘Usually,’ how was he supposed to explain friendships and romantic relationships between humans to such a small and fragile little creature. ‘Humans are complex and… strange. So strange in fact that I wish I was always an animal at times. Animals are straightforward and easy, usually,’ he confessed while moving the snow and sand mixture under his feet. ‘Sometimes just talking works. Sometimes you have to give gifts. Sometimes you have to impress others in certain ways. There’s plenty of different reasons and ways to make friends and attract mates as a human,’ he began to walk again. 

‘You could do this too,’ Ip began to rub his whole body against Anatoliy. ‘or this,’ he began to rub his face against Anatoliy’s palm. ‘Then people will know that you like them and then they’ll get used to your smell and be your friend.’ 

‘Or you can go up to a familiar being and stand there and look at them or not look at them. I did that for a very long time and that’s how I made a very good friend,’ Ip explained. Voles… were such social creatures. The ways that they made friends were by licking, grooming, close contact, making sure each other were familiar with each other’s scents, or just standing there until the interaction would go well or go bad. 

Anatoliy found himself on another path with cabins, he had no idea who any of these cabins were, but he just needed to walk around. Get his thoughts out of his mind. He wished he had someone to talk to but he knew if someone was standing there, he wouldn’t be able to speak, or he would find it very difficult to get anything out — it was hard to share emotions when people could hurt someone so easily. ‘Those are all great ideas, but I don’t think those will really work on people, especially here. Maybe just standing around people could work. I don’t know…’ he spoke out. ‘I’m thinking about leaving this place. It might be for the better. I don’t want to be trapped in a camp and everyone hates me. I could feel eyes on me when I raised my voice at Anissa at the party. And Sloane walked away from me. And I want to go back and try but I don’t want another rejection or bad situation to happen again,’ he sighed out in disappointment as he looked past the cabins, through the tree line and watched as shadows of people danced from the lights, and he could hear muffled conversations from where he was at. 

That was when a large building, way bigger than the cabins came up on his left, and he stopped at it. That must be an important building — one of the community buildings, but he had no idea, and he wasn’t looking for a sign to tell him. That was when he noticed that he was near the entrance and he walked halfway to it and stood there. ‘I could leave. No one would notice. It’s not like I know anyone,’ he was speaking to himself more than anything. 

Always try a little more than you are willing to. You might be surprised what happens, his dads voice rang in his head. His father always told him to try just a little more than he was willing to try to see if anything different happened. But… Did he want to try? Anatoliy glanced back and had a clear view of the party in the middle field of the camp. ‘I can’t…’ he whispered. ‘I don’t think I can do this alone,’ he inhaled deeply to force his emotions to stay in. 

‘You’re not alone. You have me. I can go to the party with you,’ his little squeaks focused Anatoliy back in while he looked at Ip and through blurry vision. He was crying. He didn’t realize he was crying but he was. At least he didn’t have mascara or eyeliner on anymore. 

‘Wouldn’t the party be too much for a little guy like you?’ Anatoliy wiped his tears and cleared his vision before looking at Ip. 

Ip moved around in his hand a lot, looking off the edge, ‘I can socialize for you, I am really good at it!’ 

‘I don’t think vole socialization will work on humans, Ip. I think people would get scared and think you are a rat or something. They won’t understand you like I do,’ Anatoliy laughed a little bit. At least it got a subtle smile on his face. ‘I don’t think I’ll go back to the party, but maybe I’ll wait, and make a decision about leaving tomorrow. If tomorrow goes bad or something. That should finalize my thoughts about this not-so-good experience,’ Anatoliy turned on his heel to go the long way around and back to his cabin. ‘My father always told me to try a little more than I wanted to because things could go good,’ he looked up at the stars, the moon, the clouds, and the dark sky. 

‘I wish you were here. Give me pointers or something. I’m terrible at this and I uprooted my whole life for this shit,’ he looked back down and shook his head while walking across the beach again. ‘I can’t believe I sold everything to test this out. Why did I think that was a good idea? I worked so hard for all of that and the life I had,’ Anatoliy almost whined those words out. It was starting to dawn on him that he might have made a massive mistake. Years of hard work. Getting thrown around and into plenty of fights as a bouncer… getting almost fully naked on a pole… all those long and painful hours down the drain. 

This caused his ribs to feel pain. The pain reminded him of the one time he got so badly beaten as a bouncer when he first started out. How surprised he was that people could be so cruel and awful when told “no” his ribs, torso, and some other areas were black and blue for weeks. He forced himself to go to work. None of the OTC medicine worked. He remembered one of the girls sat him down in the back because she was concerned with how he was moving on break and she treated him with an ice pack before wrapping his ribs up. She told him how cruel people could be and that he wasn’t alone. That she and the other girls knew the pain he was going through and he could always come and ask for some tips to make it better. 

That same week, one of the girls gave him something off the street, it was a morphine pill. A strong one. It knocked him out for about three days but it helped the pain so much. A piece of him craved that disassociation and blankness. Then he wished the girls were here. They were always so nice to hang around and be around. The guys were too. However, he loved the nurturing and gentle care that some of the girls treated him with and he missed that. ‘Maybe I should leave. I was told that I’m always welcomed back to the place I used to work at. They would instantly accept me back in a second,’ Anatoliy spoke out while glancing at Ip. He was almost to his cabin at this rate. 

And with those thoughts, he felt homesick, since he was missing his emotional safety net of people. People that would listen to him and he was comfortable with telling them things. They couldn’t be here. He couldn’t call them or anything else. How much were they worrying about him? He was worrying about them. ‘I should leave. I shouldn’t be here. It was a mistake coming here,’ Anatoliy was talking to himself as he was climbing the stairs to the cabin.

Going into his cabin, he gently put Ip down, and he began to collect all his items and began shoving it all into his backpack.

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#808000 ~ Outfit ~ Party towards Main Hall

“Right. The lost and found…. Didn’t want to just… leave it. That felt wrong,”

Heath wondered if his presence was making things awkward for the demigod.  More likely she still had a lot on her mind.  At this point she seemed to be just saying things randomly without truly interacting with him.  He wouldn't hold that against her.  She was still trying to be polite.

“You could… go ahead if you want.”

Seeing her break eye contact, Heath now realized she wanted to be alone.  Yeah, while his intentions were good, the woman clearing wanted some time to herself.  Her actions reminded him of Iliana after she got rescued, she didn't want to be around anyone either at first.  This woman here looked like a rabbit ready to flee.  The next few things she said confirmed that.  She didn't need any excuse to get away from him.  She finally introduced herself as Anissa.

"Go ahead and get some food in you than.  Don't worry about the guitar.  I hope you feel better too."

Taking the guitar carefully, he nodded to Anissa before he started for the Main Hall.  Walking he noticed that Iliana got herself some food and was still with Duke.  Most of the campers were at the bar.  No surprise.  Finishing his own beer, he made sure to throw the bottle away.  There were plenty of trash cans around the area.  Andy was very resourceful.  As he got closer to the Main Hall, he saw Trinity and Mason near the edge of the party.  If they were that far from the crowd they were probably having a serious discussion.  Seeing Mason made Heath think of Sofia and her want of meeting him.  He was torn on weather to let Mason know he had another sister.  While he never knew his previous sister who died, he remembered Alex's trial and had observed Mason, along with the main parties involved in it.  Deciding not to worry about it, Heath continued to head for the Main Hall, hoping that the missing Anatoliy would remember his guitar.

Interactions ~ Anissa @Qia ~ Mentions ~ Iliana, Anatoliy, Mason, Andy, Trinity, Duke

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Trinity’s answer regarding if Andy thought he was the same wasn’t completely assuring. Being in the same circumstances still sucked. Which was what Trinity was getting at. If he wasn’t too upset he would have given a quick touché to her. 

“There’s no Andy rulebook,” she told him. Well obviously otherwise he’d take a chapter or two for reference. But it seemed that was Trinity terminating the conversation and being done. “But, not much is accomplished by silence and distance.” She continued after a moment. Her advice was probably her definition of helpful, and while not the worst by her standards or others, it was still sharp and to the point. There was no romantic gestures or suggestions to woo her, or even a suggestion to give her space and time in that real hippy dippy way, just a ‘don’t ignore her.’

“You don’t have to take a backseat. Show some backbone.”

He cupped the shoulder she hit. Case in point.

Still, Mason rolled it over in his mind. There was a medium to be achieved he just didn’t know how. He didn’t want brief encounters with Andy, he didn’t want them to keep dodging each other, he wanted to be with her. He knew he was going to talk to her, he had to but there was no saying how that would go. “I’m just letting her enjoy the night a little first,” he murmured, looking over at her again.

He didn’t know if he had ever heard Trinity growl a warning at him before. It wasn’t wise to provoke the kid’s of Ares by any means but he stood by what he said. After all Wes was the one that came to him after a private conversation then tried to play cupid unwelcomingly. 

He was most surprised to see Trinity pay him so-so credit for saying it was none of their business. “True. Except when you see someone you adore in turmoil, you’re not gonna just sit by. At least I’m not going to.”Almost. Of course she had a reason and defense because everything was a battle. 

Like it was to battle the thought of Wes and Alex. “I would hope not,” she seemed to growl. 

Mason buried his hands in his pockets and smirked, while she gathered herself for calm happy thoughts instead. “I’ve asked and tried to be the sympathetic partner, because they were friends but he seems okay.”

The emphasis didn’t go unnoticed. “Pssht,” he rolled his eyes and dismissed the fairytale ending. “Whatever keeps you from murder.”

Mason caught the shimmer of something in his peripheral before the shape came into full focus. "You both look great," Blair greeted offering him some reprieve. She was wearing some silver sparkly dress that showed her slender body type with curves emphasized in the right places. "Especially you, Mason." A smirk slipped by his lips seeing her check him out before he immediately snapped himself out of it. She was undeniably hot and clearly she had similar thoughts on him but he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his chances with Andy who meant definitively more than eyeing some girl.

Before he could remind Blair, she spoke. "I know, I know. ‘Never gonna happen,’" she recited. Mason glanced to Trinity quickly in case she thought he ever indulged her. "Look, the whole camp knows there’s trouble in paradise, and who am I to get in the way of true love?"

Mason sighed out. Apparently it had been a bit of everyone’s business. If there ever was a next time he’d be sure to hide it a lot better.

"But if that—" she gestured to Andy vaguely "—falls through, my bed is always open."

“I bet,” he responded dismissively. Once upon a time he would have jumped at the chance to bed a girl like Blair. Someone to make you forget things for a wildly pleasurable time instead. Then she would have had her taste and maybe been less interested and provocative towards him.

Then it hit. He was forced to consider and pay her words some actual mind. If Andy and him fell through, he wasn’t sure what he’d do other than be more unhappy. He probably would fall into some worse patterns, turn destructive and leave Hades’ mark on camp.

"Anyway, toodles!" She offered them both a smile and little wave.

“See you,” he replied a little distantly. Because liked or not, Blair was hard not to see at the party in a sparkly dress.

Trinity scoffed her disapproval, but Mason thought they got off light compared to how Eve pursued men.  “She’s mostly harmless. But don’t worry, she’ll get bored.”

“Anyway,” she began in attempt to get things back on track. “What’s your problem with Wesley?”

He’s a disgraceful Valis kiss ass who tried to justify the murder, he’s costing camp a valuable warrior because he can’t do anything, then tried to invite himself into mine and Andy’s business after a private conversation. That was his true answer. Maybe if somebody else had been in front of him and asked that’s what he’d tell them. But this was Trinity. “No problem. Just…” he inhaled and shook off the itch to insult Wes,  “mad I didn’t get credit for my own dress up.” He smoothed down his shirt.

Before she could interrogate further or catch him in his poor lie, Mason looked off, wide eyed.  “Did that guy just pinch Andy’s butt?” No sooner than when Trinity turned, Mason walked off. In a lose either way scenario, it was something Mason had to resort to. He smiled a little to himself that an old trick was still effective. 

“I’ve got it,” he called back to her in assurance as he headed for a drink. For them, it was assuring he had the Andy thing under control. For anyone else, he was simply getting a drink for him and potentially his friend.

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Iliana was surprisingly candid in what Duke thought was some idle chatter, asking each other how they were, but he had to admit it was refreshing. It meant it wasn’t just some empty filler for her and she was genuine. Even when he asked if she drank, she admitted her age and drink of choice and a bad experience with Scottish Whiskey. He may not have been overly receptive but he was listening.

"I'd rather eat first. I can always talk with others afterwards. Besides, we haven't really talked much either, that is, if it's okay with you. I am trying to get better socializing, but I know I'll never be like Andy or Nelly."

Duke laughed once though he didn’t think Iliana was aiming for humor. “It may not be polite but you can eat and talk.” Duke shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth, chewed and swallowed then held out his cutlery filled hands pointedly. “See?” But he knew depending on where she came from, talking at dinner itself could be counted as rude. 

“It’s fine. You can stick around as long or little as you like,” he said next in regards to her asking if it was okay to accompany him. “I think you’re doing pretty well so far,” he offered. “It’s tacky and corny but you don’t have to be like them, just be yourself. If that makes you a little quieter or more reserved, so be it.” Duke would rather someone be true to themselves time and time again than the alternative.

Shovel after shovel of food fell into his mouth. Since Iliana chose him as a current exercise partner for getting better at socializing, he wagged his fork and put an enclosed fist at his mouth until the latest mouthful was gone. “How do you think you’re doing?” He wore a pensive expression.

“Are there people you want to especially get to know?” He gestured vaguely to the party. He wondered if she was someone who went for power or kindness or just let a cat’s curiosity guide her, which he’d advise against. Sometimes you didn’t know what you were stepping into until too late but having some awareness or aim helped. 

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After packing up all of his items that he brought, he did not touch anything in the cabin, and he stood there with a twisted expression. His stormy blue eyes roamed the cabin, ‘Where’s my guitar?’ His mind was already answering that question before it fully came out. ‘Shit,’ he said to himself, because he realized that he had left it against the tree where he and Anissa got into their small spat. Rubbing his face and thinking out the small spike of frustration that he felt — Anatoliy decided to leave his cabin to go find his guitar. He swooped up Ip gently and put him into the neck of his collar. 

Going down the stairs carefully and heading back to the party. He noticed no one was right around the area that he left his guitar and he could tell that his guitar wasn’t there either. Did she take my guitar? — he wouldn’t be surprised. Girls have done wild things in the past. One of his exes went crazy and burnt all of the items that she had of his to realize he never cheated on her and she tried apologizing to him, but he was done at that point. 

His eyes scanned the area around him and he noticed a man with blonde hair walking away with his guitar in hand. Anatoliy quickly began to walk towards him, “Aye!’ he raised a hand to motion. ‘That’s my guitar you have,’ he then pointed to the instrument while approaching the guy. ‘Can I have it back?’ 

He knew it was his guitar by the beautiful decorations it had. His father bought him a very expensive acoustic guitar when he was sixteen years old and painted a beautiful mural on it. At least Anatoliy would consider it a mural of sorts. Plus, he knew he carved his initials into it and his father's nickname for him on the back of the neck. ~ Toli I.V. Which he was going to be glad to point out if asked to confirm it was his.

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#de9b8f ....|..... outfit .....|..... chariselle's cabin -> party

That's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation.

Chariselle's mind warped around to that iconic line as she laid there after rolling around with Azariah. Truth be told, it was fantastic sex. Chariselle expected the children of gods to be good, possibly the best. It was easily in the top 10. 

And now the awkward part. How does one leave a party, go absolutely fucking wild with someone who can shift and alter themselves while she can intesify the feelings, and then get up to put her clothes on without having the whole 'what are we' discussion? She was sure Azariah wasn't one for labels being that they themselves were hard to label, but Chariselle also didn't want to stick around and find out. She also didn't want to burn a bridge, especially a potential fortuitous one.

Chariselle took a quick, hot shower and looked at herself in the mirror. A deep, low feeling settled in her gut that was qickly replaced as she re-applied her make-up and fixed her hair before she returned to her room.

"That was great babes. I'll see you back at the party." She bent down to give Azariah a kiss before Chariselle put her dress and her shoes as she left. She stopped outside of her door, chuckling lightly as she realized this was the first time in a long while she was doing a "walk of shame" after leaving her own home. Still, she felt no shame in this. They were adults, two sexually active, intense and amazing adults. Chariselle's mind wandered back to the others at the bean bag toss. What were they thinking? Her mind wandered at the possibilities. Did they hate her? Were they jealous? Did they not even care? It was hard to say.

Despite it, however, Chariselle felt a small high. She had been here less than a day and had met a few people she could see herself getting on with. Azariah was mysterious and she wanted to dip into that well again. Sylas was also interesting, perhaps not so much in a sexual way but she could see the two of them having some fun. 

Chariselle could hear some voices as she neared the party. She wondered what to do now. Surely she would not be welcomed back openly at the bean bag toss and she wasn't in the food for a snowball fight. Maybe some food? More drinks? Find someone to dance with or secure who she would kiss once the clock striked midnight? All potentials, all within her means.

As she neared she hard a voice above the others. That’s my guitar you have. Can I have it back? Chariselle's gaze went over to where the voice was. She clocked a relatively young looking man who was raising his arm and walking quickly towards another man, this one with blond hair and holding a guitar, probably the one being asked for. She recognized the blond man from before when she was first arriving. Handsome, to be sure.

Chariselle was interested to see how this played out so she walked over, careful not to look like she wanted to join in the fray. Still, stealing one's belongings in broad nightlight was bold. Chariselle wasn't above picking up some odds and ends when she needed it and she wasn't about to judge someone else, but a guitar was a choice.

"Stealing someone's guitar? A bold move. But you were caught so time to return the goods." A wicked smile played on her lips. She looked over to the one asking for his guitar back. "You good precious? I am sure the bad man will return what is yours or he will have me to deal with. And despite appearances, I can handle myself." She looked back at the blond man, almost daring him to refuse. 

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#024B30 .....|..... outfit .....|..... Party (Bar)

"None of your fucking business,"

Fiona made sure to quickly cover her mouth with her hand, having to almost swallow it as she fought against the urge the laugh, at best only muffling the snort that still made it through. She then drained her glass as she tried not to choke from the effort of keeping a straight face, then poured herself a fresh one from the bar. 

"Mediocre top shelf by average standards. My father has a better selection in his study." The pompous little Russian fuck was definitely rattled, if not pissed off, which she found absolutely hilarious, even as his mask snapped back into place. Sadly, before she could attempt to engage him in anything further, he’d turned and fled. Oh, he’d view it as a grand withdrawal more than likely, while retaining his composure, of course, as befitted one of his impeccable breeding. Most unseemly to trade words with a common traveller like herself. She did wonder if he was descended from the kind of family who would have had hers rounded up and shot in decades past. Pompous wanker. 

Taking a quick sip of her “mediocre swill”, she did something that she’d probably regret but felt right for the moment. Raising her own glass in a mock salute of his own from earlier, she shouted after Sylas’ meandering back, her voice sounding almost parody-esque as she put on a convincing bubbly American accent "Love you too, Sylas!"

She’d barely turned back to the bar, planning to stock up a little before heading back for food when a green and red blur suddenly appeared and joyously screamed in her face. Causing her to jolt a little and quickly grasp for her glass and bottle before they fell from her fingers. 

"Hey girlfriend, where have you been? You've missed a lot already. Did you hear Andy's announcement? Also, I see you and I were on a similar green wavelength hehe.” Nelly gestured down at both of their outfits before continuing "What is it with us redheads and the color green?"

"Christ, Nell!"

Fiona chuckled, having gotten her breath back from the other girl's whirlwind arrival, which always caught her off guard, no matter how prepared she was for it. Though her recovery was definitely improving after the first time, where she had almost fallen over after she’d blinked and where there’d not been a Nell there now was. Shaking her head, she gave the other girl a hug in greeting before answering her questions. The moment she felt their skin touch, she cursed herself as behind her eyes there was a brief flash of jumbled images; lightning splitting the sky, a spear tip covered in blood, and Nelly running so fast she walked on water. Then they were gone, and she was standing back at the bar. She hated this ‘gift’ because it never made sense at the time, and usually, she only recognised whatever it had tried to tell her when it was too late to be helpful. Maybe, she’d try and keep Nelly away from spears for a while, just in case. 

"Announcement?" She scrunched up her face a little in confusion, trying to think if she heard anything before giving a nonchalant shrug "Clearly weren’t that important if it didn’t even wake me up. Looks like plenty of new faces around tonight though.” Looking down at her own dress with its handful of pockmarked burns compared with the smooth dress that Nell was wearing she gave her friend a lopsided grin. 

"Thinkin’ alike, what with having got vibrant hair on us, the green just makes that more eye-catching. Makes us stand apart." She ran her free hand through her hair and struck an alluring pose before laughing and taking another sip of her drink. 

"I've not been doing much, an I blame you for me wasting the day. I’m used to ye draggin’ me kicking and screaming for a run in the mornings. Without that, I may as well be dead ta the world. So, what have I been missing then?"

Nodding towards Blair and admiring her show-stopping outfit “Do you think she feels the falling snow in this heat or not? I wonder which poor soul’ll be trapped in her web ta’night.” She smiled a little wryly as Blair approached their shared brother and appeared to be criticising whatever travesty he was wearing, if their body language was anything to go off. In truth, Fiona hadn’t really been looking for her brother since they’d shared some awkward greetings and little else since she had arrived, but on reflection, she had no idea how she’d manage to miss him in that little getup.  

"You fancying yourself a tipple?" Fiona asked as she topped up her own glass and grabbed a bottle or two from the table, which she promptly dropped into a shadow for later use. 

"Should we grab ourselves some scran, plan our next move? Seats probably, eh?" She waited at the bar with Nelly as the other girl either fixed herself a drink or not before picking up her plate so that they could head back towards the food together. 

Interactions .....|..... Nelly, Sylas ............... Mentions .....|..... Lochlan, Blair ............... Collabs .....|..... None

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#808000 ~ Outfit ~ Near Main Hall

Heath had almost made it to the Main Hall when someone shouted to him.  Turning his head, he was relieved to see it was that guy that was the guitar owner.  This would make things much easier.  Still he hoped the guy didn't think he was stealing it.  He kept his calm of course since the guy still didn't look like he was in the best of moods.  He remembered that his name was Anatoliy.  He noticed something else, looks like something was poking out of his top.  Keeping eye contact with the man though, Heath would have responded but was interrupted when someone else spoke up.

"Stealing someone's guitar? A bold move. But you were caught so time to return the goods."

Heath couldn't help but feel attracted to the blonde from the get-go.  His alarm bells went off at the same time.  This wasn't the first time he felt that way about someone too.  Same thing happened with Veronica.  Was she another Aphrodite kid?  Well that was just dandy, if that was the case.  Unlike Veronica though, this one seemed trouble.  Already she was jumping to conclusions.  Her words reflected that, for they were completely false and her smile didn't help either.

"You good precious? I am sure the bad man will return what is yours or he will have me to deal with. And despite appearances, I can handle myself."

"You sure have a way with words, miss.  For one thing, this man just asked for his guitar back.  That doesn't mean I stole it.  In fact, he accidentally left it behind.  Another camper was watching over it and I suggested it be taken to the lost and found, which is in this building." he said in a serious, but calm tone to the blonde.

Turning to Anatoliy, he held out the guitar towards him.  

"I am glad I can return to you though.  Your name is Anatoliy, right?  I was going to find you eventually to let you know about its location.  I hope this clears up any misunderstanding.  My name is Heath by the way.  Did you get something to eat yet?"

Normally Heath would have offered to let the guy go, but with this one woman here, he wasn't willing to let him be alone with her.  He kept his focus entirely on Anatoliy, doing his best to ignore the female, although it was really hard.  He did hope for the female's sake she didn't try anything fishy with his sister around.  She was too far away at the moment, but she could always feel when he was in distress when he was nearby, and he was feeling unsettled at the moment.

Interactions ~ Anatoliy @The Savant, Chariselle @PatientBean ~ Mentions ~ Iliana, Anissa, Veronica

#4a766e ~ Outfit, Boots ~ Party

Iliana did something she had done in ages.  She giggled.  They way Duke took a bite out of his food after saying it was okay to eat and talk was comical.  Following his lead though, she started eating her food.

“It’s fine. You can stick around as long or little as you like. I think you’re doing pretty well so far.  It’s tacky and corny but you don’t have to be like them, just be yourself. If that makes you a little quieter or more reserved, so be it.”

Iliana nodded.  The only problem with his suggestion was Iliana didn't know who she was yet.  So how she be sure she was 'being herself'?  She didn't want Duke to worry so she didn't say that.

"Thank you.  I will try."

The food she ate was really good.  Unfortunately she forgot to get herself something to drink.  Trying to think of what to say, she was grateful when Duke asked how she thought she was doing.  She looked confused, but then realized he was talking about her improving her socializing.  He finished by asking if there was anyone she wanted to talk to.

"Just taking my time.  I haven't been able to talk to those who got seriously hurt in that last fight.  Seeing them up and about is good to see though.  I know I need to be careful around certain people.  I want to give people her the benefit of the doubt, even after seeing certain people's trials, but I know I am naive and I want to change that.  Of course there's all the new campers.  I've managed to talk to a few of them.  I'll try checking in on them tonight if I am able."

Not wanting to ramble, she ended things there.  After taking a few more bites, she decided to ask him a question.

"Have you met any of the new campers yet?"

Interaction ~ Duke @Sir Sparky ~ Mentions ~ Marlen, Ocean

#f1724b ~ Outfit ~ Party/Bar

"Christ, Nell!"

Realizing she surprised Fiona, Nelly laughed but said, "Ooops, my bad!"

She really did not mean to surprise her friend, but sometimes her excitement got the better for her.  She hugged her fellow redhead back, feeling genuine warmth.  She never realized how much she was missing when it came to having a friend and would cherish it always.

"Clearly weren’t that important if it didn’t even wake me up. Looks like plenty of new faces around tonight though.”

"Hey at least it didn't cause you to fall out of bed like it did me.  It definitely caught me by surprise.  Oh definitely plenty of new faces.  I've even seen a few new ones show up tonight.  I wonder if we'll get anymore."

She had to agree with Fiona about green making them standout.  She loved colors in general.  There wasn't a monotone color in her wardrobe or cabin.  Nelly giggled again when Fiona complained about getting her up early to go running.  She finally though asked what she did miss.

"Hey, you didn't like bedrest as much as I didn't either after that fight.  I was just trying to give you an outlet hehe.  Well as for what you missed, besides the new campers, we're apparently getting a new leader.  No idea who it is yet.  So Andy's not going to be doing the announcements anymore.  I bet the new leader is already here.  No clue who it could be either.  Probably not the new camper I met today.  His name is Elysium, he's one of Hestia's.  Darn shame he got here after Ethan left.  But much like Ethan, he is a pretty nice guy."

Hearing Fiona talk about Blair, Nelly turned and looked at the bombshell.  Now THAT was a scene stealer.  Very risque, but Blair looked amazing in it.  Then again, she looked great in anything.  Nelly was never jealous of her, but she wished she could pull something like that off.  Oh well, que sera, sera.  Nelly watched as Blair interacted with her brother, who was also Fiona's brother too.  Nelly might not have Blair's level of fashion sense, but she knew Lochlan's look wasn't a good one.  It was then she remembered Fiona's commenting about who would end up in her web.  It took Nelly a minute or two for her to realizing she was comparing Blair to how spiders caught their prey.

"Let's hope whoever it is can handle her.  At least she doesn't have influencing abilities.  But then again, it didn't take her long to hook up with someone when she first got here."

Taking a huge swig of her wine, she ended up finishing off.  Nelly knew she had a high tolerance for alcohol, so she wasn't too worried about getting drunk.

"You fancying yourself a tipple?"

"Oh for sure!  My problem is there's such a huge selection, I am going to have a hard time deciding.  I do want to try something new, but I've had my fair share of awful alcohol.  If you ever find yourself in Texas in the USA, I highly recommend trying locally brewed beer, not the commercialized ones."

Fiona mentioned food and Nelly nodded before standing up and grabbing a plate herself.

"I am definitely going to need fuel for later.  You know what would make this party even better?  A karaoke machine hehe.  I would ask Andy or Daniel to make one, but we have enough things to keep us entertained, plus both seem busy." she said, noticing Andy with one guy near the end of the bar and Daniel dancing with someone.

Interactions ~ Fiona @Fabricator ~ Mentions ~ Andy, Elysium, Blair, Lochlan, Daniel

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There was a third person joining in on what he assumed would be a duo situation which made him boil inside — not in anger but in suspense because he was trying to leave this place — and he glanced at the woman quickly but back to his guitar. He was more worried about getting his guitar back but then he looked at her again. Oddly enough, he found her very attractive. He usually wasn’t into blondes but she was very pretty, naturally, and something almost felt surreal about her. Is something wrong with me? He knew he wasn’t in the mood to admire people but he was starting to feel like that was okay at this moment? 

His face might have twisted with her words, you good precious?, but before he could respond. She was explaining what he felt like would have happened with or without her there. It was nice that someone was being helpful. He appreciated the kindness. Though, he went to correct her about Heath though he was just assuming the man wasn’t stealing his guitar, however, he would definitely be agitated if he was. 

Anatoliy stood there and glanced at Heath then Chariselle, he was caught where he felt like he couldn’t nudge in, but he didn’t mind. He was an observer most of the time. Then he interjected, ‘I did leave it which is why I came back,’ it was somewhat awkwardly said while he glanced at Heath. When Heath gave his guitar back, he smiled, ‘Thank you, I appreciate it,’ and he took it. That was when it registered — Heath smelt very good. The man closed his eyes for a second to focus before opening them and looking at Chariselle, and again, she was really pretty. What the hell is wrong with me… This was causing his heart beat to increase a bit. 

‘Yeah, that’s my name,’ he shrugged a bit. He wanted to add — don’t wear it out — but he found the phrase to be too stupid to say or maybe he was too anxious to say it. And he nodded when Heath mentioned if this cleared up any misunderstandings. Anatoliy didn’t assume the man was stealing it, so he didn’t think there was anything to clear up. Yet, he could have been. He didn’t know the dude. Maybe this girl did? 

Did I get anything to eat? rang out in his head because he wasn’t thinking of food at all. When was the last time he ate? He grabbed a drink when he was with Sloane, but he didn’t actually take a sip of it, if he remembered right. Without taking his eyes off from Chariselle, he leaned over and inhaled Heath’s scent — he didn’t even think about it until he was standing straight again. By gods… why can’t you be normal for five seconds…. He smells so good tho… That was when he glanced at Heath, ‘Uhm… niet. I haven’t eaten anything recent, but I’m not that hungry either. Thanks.’ Anatoliy honestly could eat. He could eat a lot and probably should, however, he was slightly stressed out and his mind was filled with plenty of things. 

That was when he began to look around before looking back at Chariselle and looking back at Heath, 'And again, you already said it, but I’m Anatoliy Voronin. Anyone can call me Ana tho,’ he smiled a little more charmingly even though it was forced a little bit which made it slightly awkward or off in a sense. ‘And it was nice running into both of you…’ he trailed those words while pointing a finger out, the one where all the other fingers were wrapped around the neck of his guitar, and it slowly swiped from Heath to Chariselle. Anatoliy was trying not to forget to ask about people’s names.

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#667c0c ....|..... outfit .....|..... party

"Fresh out," Evelyn said while shaking her head, admitting to having no ice picks. Disappointing. "I'm also in favor of a drink currently."

Wes nodded his head to the redhead before motioning his hand for her to lead the way to the bar followed by Elysium. Once on their way, he brought up the rear of their small group. He did his best to listen intently to their conversation, but with the loud music and their faces pointed straight ahead he only caught parts. Luckily, it sounded mostly like comments about the game. He imagined if something was directed at him they would have turned toward him, or he could just shout an obnoxious ’huh’ if needed.

Once at the bar, Evelyn started mixing her own something or other, to be honest he had no idea what it was, but it looked fun. "So, what are our predictions for tomorrow?" While she spoke and played bartender, Wes nabbed the nearest beer, he wasn’t picky. For a moment, he paused. Was it liquor than beer or beer before liquor? His brows furrowed but he couldn’t remember the saying for the life of him. He rolled his eyes with a sigh. What did it matter at that point? He brought the bottle up to his mouth, bit down on the cap with his molars and popped it open. 

"I think a few impulsive hangovers and… Challenges I'm sure I can't even comprehend. But I'm sure they'll see to it we're all sore and sorry for our time off and vacations."

"I bet there will be more than a few hangovers," Elysium replied with a chuckle.

"You have no idea," Wes added with his own laugh. "I don’t think I’ve ever really been hammered. But people drink a lot at these things. There’s always three events that are guaranteed—" he started counting by holding out fingers while gripping his beer between his thumb and palm, "—several drunks, sexual activity—a multitude of varities—and at least one fight. We kind of already had that one, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a punch is thrown at some point."

"And I have no predictions to be honest. I barely know anyone. And what do you mean they’ll see to us being sore and sorry?" Elysium was a little confused as he found Wes, looking for clarification. "Is something happening tomorrow?"

Wes couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning against the bar a bit behind Elyisum and opposite Evelyn. "Be nice, Ev. You’re scaring the newbie," he teased. He took a sip of his beer, then set it down beside him. "Before all you fresh faces showed up we got a message from the Gods warning us that you all were coming. They also told us we have a new leader, presumably mingling somewhere in this crowd, and—how was it worded?—rigorous training?"

He shrugged his shoulders, reached for the chilled glass bottle and took a larger drink. "Training always sucks. Nick had us spar random opponents, Ajax… What did Ajax have us do?" Wes paused for a moment trying to recall. It felt like a lifetime ago at that point, even though the Valises had only been gone a couple months. "I feel like we did a lot of capture the flag."

Wes squinted his eyes as he studied the crowd of congregating demigods, trying to size them up and guess who he thought might be the leader, and what they might make them do the following day. "We know nothing about this new leader, who they are or who their parent is… But I predict a rude awakening tomorrow." His fingers absently spun the beer bottle as she tried to sniff out who this mysterious new leader was. He tilted his head toward his company before letting his gaze follow. "Any guess who it is?"

interactions ....|.... elysium & evelyn ............... mentions ....|.... none ............... collabs ....|.... none

#86a8ad ....|..... outfit .....|..... bonfire

Thankfully River’s new company didn’t sit too uncomfortably close. And he set down his guitar. So he was safe from serenading… At least for the time being. The stranger laughed at River’s social blunder when he finally pulled his eyes from Anissa and returned his attention to the conversation at hand, or the beginning of one anyway. That was better than getting blatantly called an idiot for being distracted. "Nah- Not yet. You one of the people who were livin' here a while?" he asked. "I just got here, new to the place and all. Never met another god kid like myself but apparently we're all that, yeah?"

"Oh, no. I just got here this morning," River replied to the first question. Did he really look like someone who belonged and been there awhile? He couldn’t imagine so with the way he sat alone and avoided the crowd. Although, that could just mean he’s antisocial… which he was. That also made him wonder what about him looked so… approachable? Because last he was told he looked unfriendly, grumpy, and like a stick in the mud. You know, not the type of person people tend to just walk up to for a little chit chat.

"Here at camp? Yeah, all demigods," he said, motioning generally at camp with his right hand. "Only one I knew before camp was my sister, so you’re not alone. I think it’ll just take an adjustment period." River tapped his hands on his knees and exhaled softly. "I know it will for me," he added under his breath. Just the number of campers he had to familiarize himself with… names, parentage, strengths, weaknesses. It was a lot and overwhelming. The more he thought about all the duties being a leader entailed, the more stressed he got. He didn’t want to fail his father or himself, but a sinking feeling in his gut told him it was inevitable, no matter how hard he tried. 

"Hoping I can maybe get in on something here. Apollo doesn't tell me too much, y'know? Name's Marlen, by the way," he said, introducing himself while his fingers tapped the neck of his guitar. 

Before River could respond, he noticed Ocean approaching from the corner of his eyes. She looked pretty, which he intended on telling her until his gaze fell to a foreign leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Nothing about it was Ocean. He lived with her his entire life, he knew what her clothes looked like and how she dressed. She didn’t own a leather jacket and even if she did, that one was too large. 

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. His fingers laced together, arms crossing the gap between his legs as the muscle in his jaw tensed. "I’m River," he replied, turning his head slightly toward Marlen but his gaze remained fixated on the black leather. "This is my sister, Ocean." He nodded his head toward his sister, in case it wasn’t obvious. 

River’s eyes locked on Ocean’s and while he said nothing, his gaze held a conversation entirely of their own. Who’s jacket is that? Why are you wearing it? It’s not even cold out. It hasn’t even been one day. What are you doing? Finally, he sighed and ran his hands back through his dark locks. "Ocean, this is Marlen," he introduced his current company, motioning his hands between the pair as he acknowledged them both. "He is also new to camp… Like us."

* disclaimer // until River is told about Marlen’s preferred pronouns, he will most likely refer to them as he/him because he doesn’t know any different.

interactions ....|.... marlen & ocean ............... mentions ....|.... anissa ............... collabs ....|.... none

#bd1664 ....|..... outfit .....|..... party

"Ares," Leo said with no emotion. There was almost a slight anger that hung on his words and the way his lips tightened while speaking the God of War’s name. The shift in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by Andy, but she pretended to be none the wiser. It wasn’t her business. Camp was full of demigods with mommy or daddy issues. It was hard not to when the gene donor showed up to conceive them, then dipped until they wanted their progeny to go to camp and train… for whatever selfish purposes they desired. Unless they were some of the few coddled by their parents, like the Valises or Iliana, it was more likely the demigod loathed their parent rather than loved them.

""I.. rather not want to talk about him," he added, looking like any conversation would be more pleasant than talking about his father.

Andy held up her hands innocently, leaning back in her chair slightly. "It’s all good. I get it… There’s no love lost between me and my mom. I think you’ll find a lot of similarly minded people around here," she said, nodding her head toward the rest of the party. 

"But!" she added, holding up her index finger as she adjusted in her seat with a little excitement. "My best friend, Trinity—" Andy pointed across the field toward the blonde where Mason left her, making his way back to the party, "—is also a child of Ares. So, you have a sister, if that’s any consolation." She shrugged her shoulders with a little smile and took a sip of her water. If nothing else, while Ares might be a tool like the other Gods, one thing was for certain, Trinity was not. So, Leo could rest a little more easily knowing he had a decent sister if nothing else. It was all a matter of perspective. Like Daniel. He might cause more problems than he solves and be a royal pain in the ass some days, but he was a good brother and made being Hecate’s spawn a lot more bearable. 

And speaking of Daniel... with a dark haired girl in tow, he made his way to the dancefloor—more like clearing in the center of the field—near the music. As he looked back at the bar his eyes locked onto Andy. Uh oh. He waved his hand at her, and presumably anyone else at the bar, beckoning them to join him so it wasn’t just him and his partner out there dancing. 

Andy wasn’t quite sure if she was up for dancing, but the night was supposed to be about unwinding and having fun. She couldn’t do that being a wallflower all evening. She sighed, took another drink of her water and hopped off the bar stool. "And my brother summons me," she laughed and rolled her eyes. "You’re welcome to join if you want," she offered as she started retreating toward the music. Leo didn’t seem like the type of guy that liked dancing, but she wasn’t going to just leave him without at least extending the invitation. He was welcome to join, but if he preferred to seek out Duke like he had mentioned, she wouldn’t be offended either.

With a flourish, Andy spun around and headed towards the dancefloor, bobbing her head in sync with whatever song was playing. She didn’t love the idea of dancing alone. Sure, Daniel was there with the pretty girl in the emerald dress. But knowing him he was trying to flirt or something and she wasn’t going to third wheel any of that. So her only other option was dancing by herself. It could have been worse. Once she was relatively toward the center, Andy let her body bounce, sway and spin whatever way the music guided her. She closed her eyes letting herself get lost in her own world. The embarrassment of dancing alone or being watched by others fell by the wayside as they disappeared out of sight and she got lost in the music.

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“Go ahead and get some food in you, then.  Don't worry about the guitar.  I hope you feel better, too.”

“Thanks…Heath.” Anissa said softly with something adjacent to gratitude. She watched him take the guitar, her arms folding across her midsection as her lips pressed together in a strained, ambiguous shape, somewhere between a smile and a wince. She didn’t say anything else or try to stop him, standing there a moment longer with the absence of the guitar feeling like a strange kind of relief. Then, she turned and walked in the opposite direction, toward the table of food and noise and people, where no one would be watching her too closely. Or so she assumed. 

As she walked, her gaze drifted across the scene with fresh curiosity. The party had blossomed in her absence; a few attendants were migrating toward the makeshift dance floor, including the girl in the green dress she'd noticed earlier, now swinging hands with a vaguely familiar boy whose name escaped her. The oversight made her cheeks warm with mild embarrassment. She really should remember these people better.

Then, there was the ice-skating rink, small, makeshift, and glowing faintly with that enchanted warm frostiness that coated the whole night. Only two people glided across it, both girls deep in conversation, and Anissa found herself pausing, watching their smooth glides longer than intended. A memory surfaced, sudden and vivid: cold Vancouver mornings at the community rink, her mother's strong hands adjusting her scarf around her neck. “It's a good date skill,” she'd teased, breath puffing white in the air. Young Anissa had scoffed but practiced diligently anyway. She remembered one spectacular fall, the sharp jolt of pain shooting up her spine, hot tears springing more from humiliation than injury. Still, she'd forced herself back up, determined to keep going until her mother's proud applause declared her ‘graceful’.

The memory tasted bittersweet. Graceful? Hardly. She'd been all trembling limbs and gritted teeth that day. Truthfully, she hadn't felt much of anything that entire frozen winter, just a numb detachment that even Canada's breathtaking landscapes couldn't pierce.

Shaking off the recollection, Anissa finally reached the snack table, although her eyes now wandered to the growing cluster at the bar. Andy (that was her name, right? From this morning?) was there along with a group of other campers, none of whom she recognized, before the brunette watched as the girl made her way to the dancefloor to join her brother (That was it! It was her brother! Not that this helped her to recall said brother's name.). The sight sparked a fleeting thought: maybe she should join them, try actual socialization for once. The idea, however, was so absurd she actually snorted aloud, coughing to cover up the mistake somewhat. 

Yeah, right. That many people in one space? Absolutely not. She'd take whatever she could find here and a quiet corner, thanks.

The snack table sprawled before her like a culinary battlefield, delicious chaos in every direction. Skewers of grilled meat and vegetables stood at attention beside bowls of creamy hummus and stacks of warm pita. A tray of fancy mac and cheese, its golden crust still steaming slightly, sat next to rows of perfect mini burgers lined up like edible dominoes. Then she spotted the most bizarre pairing: a heaping bowl of gummy worms dumped into cheddar popcorn. Someone here had the snack preferences of a trash panda on a sugar high, and honestly? Anissa couldn't help but approve. This was her kind of party spread.

Anissa’s gaze locked onto a tray of black-and-white cookies, but her fingers hesitated mid-reach. Guilt gnawed at her appetite, twisting it into something complicated and unappealing. The memory of Anatoliy's angry face flashed behind her eyes, and something in her head told her she didn't deserve treats right now. Didn't deserve much of anything, really.

Oh, fuck right off with that!

Eventually, she grabbed a plate and added a small skewer, a half-scoop of the mac, and a single cookie. She didn’t trust herself with more. Her stomach turned at the thought of overeating, but she knew she’d regret having nothing later. Especially if she….

A nearby pitcher of fruit punch caught her eye, its nail polish red glow practically radioactive. It looked like the kind of drink that would stain your tongue for days. Anissa glanced at her empty glass, then abandoned it at the table's edge (surely the magical cleanup crew would handle it).  She poured a cautious cup of the suspicious liquid, took an experimental sip, and immediately regretted it. The punch was cloyingly sweet, like drinking melted candy. Still, she knocked it back in one go, the sugar burning her throat like cheap liquor. 

Penance tasted disgustingly saccharine.

But enough feeling sorry for herself. She poured herself another. 

Scanning the area, Anissa spotted an empty chair near the bonfire. Or mostly empty, unless you counted the mountain of food occupying some of the table space. Its owner, a dark-haired guy with rolled-up sleeves showcasing toned forearms, attacked his plate with single-minded determination. The intensity in his eyes suggested this was less a meal and more a personal challenge. Normally, she'd avoid someone so... enthusiastically invested in their food, but the alternative was standing awkwardly by herself. So….

“Is anyone sitting here?” she asked, tilting her chin toward the vacant seat. Her voice landed in that tone used when pretending to be socially functional. A polite smile followed automatically, muscle memory from countless similar interactions.

Fork halfway to his mouth, the guy looked up with genuine surprise, like he'd forgotten other humans existed. A smear of sauce decorated the corner of his lips, which he made no effort to wipe away. The lack of self-consciousness was almost impressive. Anissa could never. 

“Nope, go right ahead,” he said after swallowing his massive bite, waving his fork in invitation.

Anissa nodded and slipped into the chair, angling slightly toward the fire. The movement gave her a better view of her temporary dining companion: strong jaw, artfully messy hair, that particular brand of boyish confidence that usually set off her warning bells. The type she might’ve toyed with at parties back when she still got invited. She’d endure their inflated egos just long enough to feel something, then vanish the moment they expected emotional investment or a level of physical intimacy she couldn’t give, for her sake and theirs. She’d learned early that guys like this always needed to be the main character. So, she’d mastered the role of the compelling but ultimately forgettable side character in their stories. It was better that way. Safer.

The only downside was that, along with a handful of other labels her peers had started assigning to her, she’d earned a reputation for being a bit of a... tease.

Except... this guy didn't leer. Didn't even give her that once-over that most guys did when a girl as pretty as her sat nearby. He merely returned to decimating his food like she was part of the scenery. 

What was with the guys at this camp? Except for maybe River (and even that was debatable), they all seemed immune to basic hormonal impulses. Strange. Maybe it was a demigod thing? Too much of a good thing available? 

Whatever. Anissa's attractions had always been...flexible anyway. What could she say? Sometimes cookies were plain better.

And, luckily for her, across from her male companion was a girl. A cute one. She had long dark hair that shimmered firelight down one side, a square-cut top that clung like it had been worn for comfort rather than performance, and the kind of face that would be easy to underestimate if you didn’t know better, she was sure. 

Anissa kept her expression unreadable, eyes dipping to her plate. “Food situation here’s kind of impressive,” she said mildly, then looked up and right at the girl. “I almost committed a felony over one of these.” She lifted the single Oreo-like cookie on her plate as evidence. It wasn’t exactly an icebreaker, but it was something. And she’d learned that at least pretending you knew how to human properly was better than letting awkward silence win.

Location: Outskirts of the field/party --> Snack Table --> Elias and Tappi's Table 
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Looking around some more, Amorey decided to approach two girls. They seemed to be lively and in conversation, she didn’t really want to interrupt anyone, but she needed to push herself out of her comfort zone. When getting closer, she could hear the girls talking about camp parties — Did camp have a lot of parties? — the thought crossed her mind and she remembered the things that her father told her. He didn’t bring up parties and he was one for parties, so she assumed this was a welcoming party for the newcomers more than anything. 

When getting closer, the one girl with brunette hair was complimenting the girl with white and pink hair. This was more reassuring in a sense — they both seemed friendly. ‘Hello,’ Amorey waved with her mittened hand while she was still all bunched up. Gear for hiking in winter, a scarf, a backpack, snow pants, and everything else she needed. Honestly she was starting to feel extremely hot after being at this party for a few minutes and she doubted it was her nerves. It had to be something else. It was oddly warm for how cold it should be and it still puzzled her but she assumed there was magic afoot. Why wouldn’t there be? 

‘I don’t mean to bother you two,’ she began while she gave a friendly smile. ‘But I just got here and I have absolutely no idea what is going on. I assume this is a party, but I would appreciate it if someone could point me to someone that knows where my brother and I will be staying,’ Amorey was trying her best to figure things out. Plus, she was beginning to want to take her puffy jacket, snow pants, and other items off before she died of heat stroke or something.

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”Just my luck, huh?” 

The sound of a hissing radiator cut through the quiet air of the early evening. This kind of biting cold was the worst kind of weather to get stuck in on New Years. Nathaniel Banes sighed as he slammed the door of the cab shut, slowly pacing around towards the trunk. His hand reflexively slipped into his jacket pocket, fingers coiling around a familiar plastic-wrapped box. It was a lot colder here than in Nevada, that much was clear. He was hoping to hold off for a little while longer, but he needed something to warm him up.

The motions were automatic. He removed the box of Newports from his jacket, slipping a fingernail under the lip of the plastic wrapping. His left hand pried the rest off, and he deposited the remnants back in his pocket. He flipped open the lid, removing one of the menthols. He spun it around, returned it back into the box upside-down, and shook his head. He removed a separate cigarette and slipped it between his lips. He gave a look towards the driver, who was huddled in the driver’s seat. He doubled back towards the door, which the driver opened a crack. ”Bad luck, man. Bad luck.” Nate produced a neatly folded stack of cash from his pocket, quickly shoving it in the driver’s hands. ”Keep the change.” Nate retrieved his stuffed duffel bag from the trunk, hoisting the strap over his shoulders. He looked down at the old watch on his wrist, clicking his tongue as he saw the time.

It was going to be a long night.
There was always something comforting about the stars to Nathaniel. As sunset had begun to turn to night, he was always reminded of the lonely nights he spent walking the Strip. The stars were barely visible at times, but they always somehow shined a little brighter to him than the glowing neon and LED screens craving his attention. There were more stars out here, peeking through the trees. He had always had a knack for navigating the streets and making it where he needed to be.

The thing is, he usually didn’t have a destination in mind.

Perhaps part of him always knew he’d end up where he should be. It had to be a byproduct of always placing his fate in the hands of luck. Even now, lost and lonely, he felt an odd comfort. Though, if he was honest, it was probably the menthol working through his system. The smoke and condensation from his warm breath intermingled in the night air, swirling up like small signals. He trudged along, each step just as confident as the one before it.

After all, he was finally stepping in line, just like She wanted.
He wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of him expected to see some kind of guard shack with a dozing middle-aged man who would certainly be annoyed with his late arrival. Or perhaps a chorus of ethereal trumpets to announce his arrival, or maybe some other equally ridiculously significant welcome. The iron gate that did stand before him felt a little on theme, but the thumbprint next to it and concrete walls all around certainly didn’t. He squinted at the box, wondering if this was some sort of hypothermic fever hallucination. But as his frigid thumb slid over the scanner to confirm it was real, more questions than answers coursed through his mind. But he didn’t have anyone to ask quite yet. The sign of recent tracks indicated he wasn’t going to be the only new face around. Nate raised an eyebrow at the sharp click that startled the half-finished cigarette from his lips. He looked apathetically as it smoldered and died in the snow. He shrugged as the gate slowly swung open, and Nate entered into the camp.

He didn’t take further note of the tracks leading in, more taken aback by the slight change in atmosphere. It took his body a few moments to register the temperature difference, which was a warm surprise. He was too exhausted, too pained, and far too numb to parse through what this meant. He wasn’t even really sure if he wanted to know. Odds were, this wasn’t the kind of place he’d be sticking around. He just needed to play along until he got his groove back. Then he could re-evaluate his situation, and see if he could find a way back to Vegas if he was lucky… or perhaps he’d travel around. There were casinos everywhere these days, he could just pick a direction and get his fill.

But for now, he heard the faint sound of music and revelry calling.

Nathaniel plodded his way through along the road, a relief washing over him at the sounds of other people. Despite the aches in his soles, his pace quickened as he plodded up along the road, taking in the sights and sounds. His hand subconsciously slipped back into his jacket pocket, producing the box of cigarettes. He eyed the contents, noticing that about a third of the box was empty. He shrugged, stuffing it back into his pocket on his approach. There were quite a few people milling about, in various states of dress. He somehow felt over and under-dressed for the occasion, but making an impression felt like an activity for the next day. For now, Nate had more important things on his plate.

Nathaniel, duffel bag still slung over his shoulder, trudged through the outskirts of the party, he clocked a group of folks near the bar and some folks intermingling at tables, with a few others scattered in-between. But nothing caught his eye more than a half-picked table of snacks. He imagined this wouldn’t exactly qualify as a proper meal, but he would take whatever he could to settle his stomach. He grabbed a small plate, loaded it up with a couple skewers and a cookie, and stepped a few yards to the side. He did his best to keep from shovelling the food down his gullet, but looked far from dignified as he stuffed down some delicious food. If he was lucky, no one would notice until he was more decent... but he wasn't exactly a fan of those odds.

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 Wes’s guaranteed list, albeit sad, was entirely accurate. Evelyn simply drank in lack of objection to offer.

Having heard Elysium’s confusion, Evelyn couldn’t believe she worked under the assumption he knew, or rather whoever took to touring him would fill him in on a relatively important disclaimer; that there’d be intense training for them all tomorrow. Jetlag and their travel fatigue be damned. While Evelyn was obedient to the gods, she still knew they weren’t the gentlest and it didn’t mean she agreed with them.

“Be nice, Ev. You’re scaring the newbie.” 

“Says the one who guaranteed madness,” she chimed quietly. Well, he had said drunks, sexual activity and fights, so all around a lack of impulse control, she just rounded it to madness.

“Before all you fresh faces showed up we got a message from the Gods warning us that you all were coming. They also told us we have a new leader, presumably mingling somewhere in this crowd, and—how was it worded?—rigorous training?” Wes mercifully caught Elysium up.

Evelyn gave a single nod for confirmation to Wes. “Sorry,” she offered Elysium while she winced as the error was foolish and almost painful for her.

Wes meanwhile seemed unphased by the prospect. “Training always sucks. Nick had us spar random opponents, Ajax… What did Ajax have us do?” Throw the camp in disarray, not lead correctly? “I feel like we did a lot of capture the flag.”

She thought an older camper had exercised that but she couldn’t correctly recall.

“We know nothing about this new leader, who they are or who their parent is… But I predict a rude awakening tomorrow.”

 Evelyn shot her eyes downcast, not being included in the unknown leader wonder. “As long as we’re all in agreement about what’s in store for tomorrow.” She toasted the air and looked at Elysium expectantly for his own agreeance or not. Maybe he thought the gods made light of their word selection? 

“Any guess who it is?” Wes resumed, back on the leader.

Every prompt felt like he tested to see if Evelyn would give up River. Not that it was that big a deal. His leadership would come to light soon enough anyway, and she was sure he wouldn’t particularly care but…She sought him out in the crowd to find him by the bonfire, with two others for company. She didn’t want him to be barraged. Wes didn’t seem the type, neither did Elysium but in camp once one lip got loose, it tended to spread like wildfire. 

“Maybe it’s actually Elysium this whole time?” She suggested, teasingly. “He’s just been playing it very cool, letting us say our opinions first.” She smiled at him. An incognito leader wouldn't have been a bad approach though having paid it some mind.

As deflecting as it was, she couldn’t allow herself to sit on an idiotic suggestion. “No, you’re too lovely to be leader here.” She cast her gaze into her orange and red cocktail that she cupped. “As are you.” Her index finger left her glass to point to Wes, her feedback meant as a compliment. To be a successful camp leader and pull the rowdy bunch in line you had to be at least a bit of an asshole, demanding and imposing. At least that’s what she imagined. “And I don't have the commanding presence for it,” she added for good measure, in case they thought she was just discrediting them as leaders and offending their abilities. 

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The man waved the other off when he warned Evelyn that she was scaring him, ‘Takes a little more than that to scare me,’ he sounded amused as he took a sip of his beer. However, he knew that there was training tomorrow… he definitely was not drinking a ton. He didn’t plan on it anyways, but that information reinforced his thoughts. Listening to the old leader and the training sucked because it captured the flag — that made sense. The same thing over and over again wouldn’t do anything good plus capture the flag was only stamina and endurance for workout. Isn’t training supposed to be working on how one can be well-rounded? He worked out a little bit, but he wasn’t a major gym bro or anything. Just keep active to stay healthier. 

‘Don’t be,’ Elysium gave Evelyn a reassuring smile. It made his mind wander on what they did have in store tomorrow. What was this new leader going to be like? Who was the leader for the last minute? A step leader until the newer one showed up? He had questions that he wasn’t going to ask about. 

Elysium laughed when Evelyn suggested him, ‘Not at all,’ he chuckled a little more with a widening smile. He took another drink. ‘I don’t think I’d be that great of a leader. I wouldn’t even know where to start,’ his tone was of pure amusement. Before he could say anything she took the words out of his mouth — he was going to say he was a half-decent guy, but she hit the bullseye too. 

‘It sounds like none of us are the leader then,’ Elysium concluded while looking around at everyone else. It was impossible to point anyone out as the “leader” because that was a title. Nothing more. ‘And I would say both of your guesses are as good as mine,’ the addition while he scanned the party once again. Then he gestured to a more rugged individual in a sense. He looked like he could be a leader type by movie standards, ‘Maybe him?’ he was gesturing to a stranger — Mason. 

Taking another sip of his drink while glancing at Wesley and Evelyn, "Probably not him?' After he said it and gestured to the man. It didn't felt quite right. There wasn't any specific reason for it not to feel right and the man he gestured to could very well be the leader... however, he wasn't catching that from the man. 'Well, whoever he is. I hope he's enjoying the party as much as everyone else seems to be enjoying it. I know I am. Even if I didn't get to play a yard game.

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Tapeesa had been done with her food for a couple minutes. Her plate had a significant amount less than Elias’s, so it was no surprise she finished first. But that wasn’t to discredit him. Somehow the son of Zeus packed away mouthfuls of food like a bear bulking up for hibernation. She found herself watching him, almost like a scientist studying their subject, with shock and awe… and maybe a little disgust, but that was more because of his complete lack of table manners. She was honestly surprised some of the food projectiles didn’t end up hitting her. 

When the spectacle had worn off, Tappi let her gaze wander, taking in the rest of the party. She placed her elbows on the table and cupped her hands together to make a little shelf for her to rest her chin. There wasn’t a single face she recognized, not that she imagined there would be. If this was all the demigods in the world, it’d be pretty rare to encounter one before coming to camp. Although, she only found out about Apollo less than a week ago. So, how many other unclaimed children could there be? Especially when it came to the male Gods who didn’t have the burden of pregnancy. They could sire several kids in one day if they choose. She grimaced at the thought and tried to shake it from her head. That was the last thing she wanted to think about.

With her gaze elsewhere, Tapeesa didn’t notice the other girl approach their table until she spoke up. "Is anyone sitting here?" She was petite, with warm caramel skin and dark umber hair that matched her eyes. Her smile was polite and maybe a bit forced, but there was a subtle warmth and sweetness. The short black dress clung to her frame, flattering her shape without sacrificing modesty. Subtle pops of white from the scallop edged white shirt and beret complimented her dark complexion and added a nice contrast. She had an approachable, girl nextdoor type of beauty that looked effortless. Tappi found herself staring, a bit jealous and wishing she was half as beautiful.

Elias, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware that the person speaking to him was anything beyond human, let alone female and attractive. Tappi’s face fell into the palm of her hand as he greeted the girl with a mouth full of food and wide eyes. "Nope, go right ahead," he said, thankfully managing to swallow his bite rather than speak with a stuffed mouth. 

She peered out from behind her fingers in time to see Elias waving his fork, motioning for her to join the table. Her hand shot out between the dirty utensil and the girl just before a splatter of food juices slapped Tappi’s palm. She grimaced down at the gross slop spread across her hand. "Let’s not wave our forks around pretty girls in nice… clean clothes," she said as she stood up. "I’ll be right back," she excused herself in search of the napkins she should have grabbed the first time she realized she forgot them. 

Tappi was only gone for a moment or two, returning with a mountain of napkins… At least twenty, easily. She sat back down in her seat and snagged the first one before Elias’s messy hands fisted half of the stack and contaminated the rest. As she wiped her hand clean she was a little surprised that the living garbage disposal hadn’t tried flirting with their new company. He made a couple passing comments to her when she was in a parka… or looked like she had just climbed a mountain. This girl wore an outfit somewhere in the realm of casual but still showed thought and effort in how she put it together. Her hair had definitely been styled and Tapeesa saw hints of her subtle makeup, like the dark eyeliner and berry tint of her lips. She looked dressed for a party… And Elias barely spared her a glance. 

"Food situation here’s kind of impressive," the brunette commented before looking up at Tapeesa. "I almost committed a felony over one of these."

"I’ve had like three," Tappi admitted, leaning forward to share her secret like it might have been against the rules to indulge so much. "While Elias has had… Well, everything," she added with a chuckle, watching the guy in question out of the corner of her eye still devouring every ounce of food on his plate.

"I’m Tapeesa, by the way," she introduced herself with a smile. "I’d shake your hand but I don’t want to risk messing you up," She said, rubbing the bunched napkin into the palm of her once dirty hand as she motioned it towards the girl.

While there had been upbeat, dance-worthy music playing since she arrived at camp, it seemed everyone was content eating, drinking, or mingling. But then, out of the corner of her eye, Tappi noticed a guy in a white blazer escorting a girl in an emerald dress to a clearing in the field. There didn’t appear to be any kind of dance floor. But the way the guy stopped in the middle of the open area and gave the girl a twirl said whether or not there was a dance floor, he was going to make one. Then, not long after, another girl in a black lace or embroidered type dress joined them. And even though she didn’t have a partner, the girl appeared to have no issues dancing around by herself. 

"I didn’t know there was dancing," she mused, with a new level of excitement at the prospect. Tapeesa had always enjoyed dancing, not that she had ever done it in a party setting or with people around her own age. It was always light and fun, bouncing and twirling around the house to Fleetwood Mac as her mom cooked dinner. Then there were the times when she was little and she stood on her Ataata’s feet. He would twirl her around the living room for hours during every song in her favorite Disney movies. Or, whenever the orphans were sad, seeing another family come and go with a younger child, she would take their hands in hers and spin around with them until their tears and frowns were replaced with giggles and gap tooth grins.

Before she had fully noticed what she was doing, Tapeesa was pushing her chair out and standing up. "I’m going to go dance," she announced to the table. Her smile was bright and big enough it made the little divots of her dimples appear in the center of her cheeks. "You guys should come," she added, inviting the others to come with her.

Either way, whether or not they decided to join her was up to them. Tapeesa was never someone who needed others to have fun. She bounced her way over to the clearing on beat with the rhythmic thumps of the bass. The last thing on her mind was how she looked or if anyone joined her. She twirled in a circle and put her arms up in the air. Her long black hair flowed and swirled around her with every spin and sway. There was no doubt it was going to be unbelievably knotted by the end of the night, but that was the farthest thing from her mind. All that mattered was the beat of the music, the sway of her hips, and the whimsical way her arms moved as she bounced around.

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