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#B300B3 .....|..... Veronica’s outfit .....|..... Party – Ice Rink .....|..... #9966CC .....|..... Sofia’s outfit

Veronica had slowed down till she was almost stationary on the ice, feeling rather dazed and overwhelmed by Nelly burst of information, which while helpful in that it had told her things she hadn’t gleaned from Iliana or Heath, or one of the others since her own arrival; it was still a lot to take in and make sense of. She was still recovering from the rush of words when Nelly followed up with a compliment that caused her to blush while feeling a little feel self-conscious. Though before she could respond or react the energetic girl had shot off across the ice, swapped her shoes over and headed towards the bar and the rest of the party.

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

Still feeling somewhat shellshocked by Nelly’s departure, Veronica could only return a slightly nervous grin ”Yeah, it was a little, and sure, I’ll join you. Probably avoid anything too strong though…” She always felt much more out of control whenever she drank, which often ended badly for those around her. Well, they usually had a happy ending first, at least.

Sofia with a smile,”Awesome and yeah, same. I do not plan on getting drunk tonight, so I am taking it easy.” Sofia said back to Veronica and started leaving the ice rink. It would be a poor first impression if she gets drunk on her first day at camp. Sofia does not want that, so only a few drinks tonight.

Veronica followed after Sofia and changed her shoes back over before stepping onto the snow ”So… you heard Nelly, my mother is Aphrodite, which growing up I thought was just my dad being delusional as usual. I only met her once, a few months ago, which was probably enough for both of us. It was… difficult.” Veronica paused after the last word as she could feel herself starting to ramble, so she gave the other girl a sheepish look ”Do you know who your godly parent is?”

After changing into her normal shoes from ice skates, and gracing the snow once again. Sofia, with a weak smile, replied to Veronica. ”I never met him, but my mother tells me my father is… Hades.” While Sofia knew Heath was okay with her parentage. She still had to see how the rest of the campers felt, and while she felt more at ease since talking to Heath about it. She still did not wish to be surprised if someone reacted badly to it. ”I am not sure if I want to meet him, but he is my godly parent.”

Unbidden and completely at odds with the grave way Sofia had proclaimed her parentage, Veronica couldn’t help a giggle while she covered her mouth. Feeling utterly mortified ”Im sooo sorry! I couldn’t help it, as soon as you said his name all I could picture was the Disney movie. Especially when he’d lose his temper or something…” she’d turned bright Crimson in embarrassment and absentmindedly ran her tongue over dry lips as if trying to find better words to make amends. ”I don’t know what to expect from any of our parents, since parts of them seem straight out of mythology but even those contradict each other, so who knows what they are actually like?”

Sofia tried not to seem annoyed at Veronica, mainly due to her quick apology. Though Veronica may not know what Hades has done. Sofia just knows what her mother told her, and she has yet to meet the lord of the underworld. So maybe there is some good in her father. Still, she is not eager to meet Hades. ”Maybe,” Sofia said with some reluctance. She sighed and tried to sound more cheerful. ”While I am unsure about my father, I do not want to bring things down.” Sofia let out a small smile, ”It is a party after all and so let’s talk about something else and have some fun. Just without getting drunk.”

It felt to Veronica that the temperature had dropped a few degrees after she’d burst out laughing, leaving her with the distinct feeling she’d put her foot in it. She frowned, realising her confidence was faltering, and her posture slouched slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself, standing at the edge of the ice rink. The other girl’s cheery voice did help to pull her out of her momentary lull, even if it felt a little forced. ”Yeah, sure. No more parent talk then” she runs her fingers across her lips in a zip motion ”So, what do you like to do for fun? Other than parties, of course.” She glanced around while waiting for Sofia to respond and spotted another new face at camp approaching them.

Hello, I don’t mean to bother you two,’ Amorey began while she gave them 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

Sofia was about to speak when she heard someone say hello and spotted the newcomer. After listening to what she said, Sofia spoke up,”Hey there, and that person you are looking is Andy I think.” Sofia took a moment to look around for the missing leader. ”I am not sure where she is right now but we can help you with finding her.” Then Sofia looked at Veroncia, ”If you want to help that is, and if not that is fine.” Sounding friendly and turned back to Amorey. ”How about we check the bar and go from there? Also, I am Sofia by the way and yeah, this is a party.”

Veronica nodded in agreement with what Sofia had told the new girl before adding her own greeting ”I’m Veronica, and yeah, Andy is probably the best person to ask, and the bar is a good place to check first. Though we are meant to be having a change of leadership soon, I think…” She paused for a moment as she looked over the other girl’s outfit, which, while perfectly reasonable in winter, must be unbearable at the moment. ”Um, before we go to the bar, do you want any help with your stuff? You must be melting in this heat?”


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When she was acknowledged, she smiled, and her nerves began to die down. Andy? she looked around with the one who greeted her first. She had no idea who that was. Then she looked back at the two women — she needed to find the woman named Andy. Whoever that was. She would manage, she would just have to walk around the party, and start asking people about Andy. Someone would point her to the woman, wouldn't they?

It’s a pleasure to meet you Sofia, I’m Amorey,’ she introduced herself almost a little too quickly but that was because her thoughts were going against her mouth. And when the other girl spoke about a change of leadership, she was a little surprised, because her father didn’t say anything about that. Though he might have not known. It wasn’t like he knew everything that was happening at this camp either. ‘It’s nice to meet you too, Veronica, again, I am Amorey,’ she smiled. A little awkward but not terrible.

Then she looked around and somewhat where she came from. She could see the bar and a few people at it. That was definitely where she had to go. And she looked down at herself when Veronica brought up her clothes, and she shook her head slowly. ‘Uhm… no… I am melting from this heat but I don’t have anywhere to put any of my stuff at the moment,’ she mentioned while unzipping the front of her jacket, taking off her hat, and her scarf. The temperature was definitely wild. Allowing some fresh air was nice but she definitely needed to take her items off even if it was setting it on a chair or by a bench or something.

And I appreciate the help. I’ll find Andy. I’ll go ask someone at the bar if they have seen her, she appreciated how nice and helpful the girls were. She didn't want to bother them and take them away from whatever they were doing.

I think I might go over to a bench or something and get all my stuff off before I run around, I do appreciate both of your help,’ she stated again. ‘Thank you,’ Amorey decided to go over to one of the benches and get all of her stuff off — the snowgear and her backpack. This revealed that Amorey was wearing a misfits t-shirt underneath and hiking pants which felt amazing with all the layers off. Piling up all her stuff. She put it under a bench and decided to look towards the bar and head that way.

She decided to approach a man that was alone at the bar, ‘Hello there,’ she waved with a smile. ‘I’m looking for someone named Andy. A few girls told me that someone at the bar might know but I really don’t want to bother too many people. I’m just trying to figure out where I know I’m staying. Like where to put my things and stuff,’ she began rambling to explain. She wouldn’t be upset if he had no idea. It seemed like there were quite a few new people around.



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#04ed42 ....|..... outfit .....|..... Party

Whatever this place was, it was a hell of a trip.

The food was divine, the warm environment in the dead of winter was clearly supernatural, and the cavalcade of faces who seemed unfazed by the entire situation left Nate’s head spinning. He looked desperately for some sort of trash bin, but settled for setting his empty plate on a random table. He removed the pack from his pocket, flicking it up and removing one. It hung loosely in his mouth, barely hooked at an awkward angle between his teeth. He lit it with an old zippo, and it took but a moment before that cooling sensation returned again. His eyes shifted to another outsider, another lost soul who seemed as out of place as he was. But it was clear she was at least making the steps to try and figure out where she was going. It was probably the right choice.

New Years Eve wasn’t the night for good choices.

Nate’s gaze followed Amorey as she bounced between folks near the bar, taking a long drag of his cigarette. A flash of red hair sent a slight chill down his spine, and he instinctively averted his gaze. He knew it wasn’t Her, but the last thing he wanted to think about was family or why exactly he was here. He deserved to cut loose a little. Nate unslung the duffel bag from his shoulders, letting it plop on the ground next to an empty table. The sweat trickling down his back made it evident the layers he had brought were no longer needed. He put the pack of cigarettes and lighter in his back pockets and started to remove his outer layers. The jacket was simple, but he was careful to work around the cigarette when removing his hoodie. He continued smoking all the while, smoke billowing out of his lips as a relieved sigh involuntarily slipped at the sudden relief. His oversized tank top felt a bit out of place for the evening, but it would have to do.

As Nate’s eyes shifted to a few lonely dancers in the nearby field, a small smile crept up his face. Dancing he could do. He didn’t even notice the pain in his feet and joints melt away, his body unconsciously bouncing to the rhythm all on its own. He took one last drag before extinguishing his Newport on his dirty plate. After a moment of swaying, he knew where he was heading. With each step, his knees and hips seemed to grow a little more fluid. His head bobbed and swayed as he broke away from the tables, letting the bass guide him. Before he knew it, he was halfway across the field, letting a twirl of lace be his guiding star. His entire body appeared to be a bit more fluid now, as his chest and hips seemed to sway along. He slid along slowly, making his presence obvious to Andy as he entered her vicinity. His voice was just loud enough to cut through the music, trained from years of mixers and nightclubs. ”Nice moves.” He waited for the young woman’s attention to shift in his direction before continuing. ”Mind if I join you?”


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

Chariselle felt the heat of the blond man's words, the irritation behind them. "If it was so wrong, why are you getting so upset?" It wasn't like she outright accused him. She had tried to make it playful enough as to not upset the other person there, but if she was about to get into an argument with him she was damn sure going to ensure she had plenty of venom laced into her words.

But much to her chagrin, the other man had essentially started acting like she wasn't even there. "All right, if that's how you want to play it." Chariselle put on a warm smile as she looked at Anatoliy. The guy was almost the pictue of innocence. Chariselle fought off the urge to essentially destroy the blond guy with them, Heath as he introduced himself. "Perfect name for a tool," Chariselle thought to herself.

"Ana it is then. It is nice to meet you sweetie. My name is Chariselle, but you can call me Char. I am glad you got your guitar back. It is a real beauty. How long have you played?" Chariselle moved herself out of the way closer to Anatoliy and away from Heath, blocking him out of her conversation. "I haven't played a musical instrument since early middle school and then it was those godforsaken recorders and constantly playing Hot Cross Buns, much to everyone's annoyance. Though I would love to learn. Are you coming back to the party? We can walk there together, if you want. I worked up an appetite and I saw some tasty snack options." She was heading back anyway and it might be nice to have decent company with her. Heath could trail behind them or fall into a ditch for all she cared.

Her mind also drifted to Azariah, wondering if they were making it back to the party. Chariselle could stand to meet a few more people. If she was going to be here long, she figured at least make nice with some of them.


interactions ....|.... Anatoliy, Heath ............... mentions ....|.... Azariah



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Elias was halfway through chewing a mouthful of food when an unfamiliar voice cut through his focus. The feminine tone was polite but unexpected, causing him to turn his head while still processing the bite. His eyes landed on a girl gesturing toward the empty seat beside him, her lips moving in what was clearly a question, though the actual words didn't immediately register in his sauce-distracted mind. Operating on autopilot, he gave a quick, “Nope, go right ahead,” and absently waved his fork in permission like a bored traffic director barely paying attention to the intersection he was controlling.

The moment the utensil left his grip, he realized his error. There was a split second where time seemed to slow, just enough for him to see a glob of sauce threatening to launch from his fork's tines before Tapeesa's arm suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision like a well-trained goalie making a critical save. Her palm intercepted the airborne condiment, preventing what would have been an embarrassing assault on their new companion's face. Elias winced internally, his chewing slowing as he recognized the close call.

“Let’s not wave our forks around pretty girls in nice… clean clothes,” Tapeesa chided, her tone carrying that particular mix of amusement and exasperation he was starting to recognize as uniquely hers. Before he could formulate a proper response, she'd already slipped away on a mission for napkins, leaving him with the aftermath of his near-disaster. The girl, whose outfit he now noticed was indeed both nice and clean, simply blinked at the aborted food missile incident, her gaze darting between the offending fork and Tapeesa's retreating form before breaking into a light, gracious laugh. “It's fine,” she assured with a smile that suggested sincerity rather than offence.

Elias, meanwhile, stared after Tapeesa, momentarily dumbfounded by both her quick reflexes and sudden disappearance, then looked down at the fork in his hand as if it had personally betrayed him. “My bad,” he muttered to no one in particular, the words coming out gruffer than intended as the new arrival took her seat beside him. He carefully set the utensil down, suddenly hyper-aware of every potential food hazard in his immediate vicinity.

It wasn’t until Tappi returned with what looked like half the napkin supply at the party that Elias truly looked toward their third. And froze for half a second.

He took her in like a man who'd spent too long in the cold desert and had just stumbled upon an oasis: slowly and drinking in every detail. The boots she wore didn’t seem all that practical given the snow, but they hugged her legs up to mid-thigh where the fabric of her dress just brushed the tops of them. The beret on her head sat slightly askew, revealing more of her face than she probably realized, and firelight played across her features in a way that made her skin seem to radiate its own warmth.

For half a second, Elias forgot how breathing worked.

Then, he made a choking noise at the back of his throat, finding himself taking an involuntary breath just to confirm she smelled as good as she looked. She did.

“Thanks,” he managed, accepting his share of the napkin mountain with what he hoped passed for nonchalance. He set about cleaning his hands with exaggerated care, suddenly hyper-aware of every smear of sauce and stray crumb that might be clinging to him. Classy. Very classy. He stayed quiet as the two women exchanged introductions, committing the name “Anissa” to memory while pretending not to listen as intently as he was.

When Tapeesa announced her departure for the dance area with her characteristic buoyancy, Elias watched her go with an odd mixture of relief and something he couldn't quite name. There was something mesmerizing about how easily she moved through space, completely unselfconscious in a way he envied. The moment stretched slightly too long before he remembered he wasn't alone, turning back to find Anissa already studying him with those fire-lit eyes.

“She’s nice,” Anissa remarked, setting her drink down beside the plate she hadn't touched yet. “Is she your girlfriend or…?”

Elias snorted, shaking his head. “Nah,” he answered, shaking his head with more emphasis than necessary. “Just a friend. We only met today, actually.”

The surprise on Anissa's face was oddly satisfying, though he couldn't have explained why. As she started to comment on how close they seemed, he smoothly interjected, “Tapeesa's a hard person to say no to.” The words came easily, carrying a truth he hadn't realized until he said them aloud. “And she's got this habit already of dragging me everywhere, not that I mind, you know? It's just...how she is.”

Anissa hummed thoughtfully. “Well, she seems like the kind of person who would get along with anyone.” The subtle shift of her body toward him didn't escape his notice then, though he pretended not to see it as she added, “I like that.”

“Yeah, she's easy to like,” Elias agreed, the words coming out more fond than he intended, so he quickly tacked on, “Too easy. She'll probably convince you to do something reckless before the night's over. Like…” He jerked his chin toward the pulsating music, making a face. “Dancing to this.”

Anissa raised an eyebrow at that, and he smirked at her unspoken judgment.

“I’ve seen worse, to be fair,” he added. “Used to end up at these warehouse shows back home. Albuquerque. Half the time, the speakers were busted, and someone’s cousin was DJing with a cracked iPhone. You’d think it was Coachella the way people acted. Glow sticks, duct-taped shoes, the works.”

Anissa's laugh was unexpectedly bright, her gaze moving to where Tapeesa spun wildly across the makeshift dance floor. “I can't imagine you at a warehouse party,” she admitted, and something in her tone made Elias bristle a little. “Seems like more of a Tapeesa thing, to me.”

The observation needled him more than it should have. “I liked the energy,” he defended, then caught himself and dialled it back with a shrug. “And I liked watching people try to look cool when they didn't have a clue what they were doing.”

“You talk like you know everything.”

“Nah, definitely not. Some might even say the opposite is true most of the time.” He flashed a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. “But I do have my moments when it comes to noticing things like… how you're still wearing your gloves even though it's really warm here. Or how you're sitting so straight like you're afraid to get comfortable.”

The minute stiffening of Anissa's shoulders didn't escape him, though he couldn't quite parse its meaning. That familiar fog settled over his thoughts, the awareness that he'd noticed something important without understanding what to do with the information. He chewed the inside of his cheek, suddenly uncertain. Had he crossed some invisible line?

Then she said, lightly, “It’s just a circulation thing. My hands are always cold.”

Elias latched onto the explanation with relief, nodding like she’d just explained quantum physics to him.“Like… a lizard thing?”

Anissa's nose scrunched in a way that might have been cute under different circumstances. “A lizard thing?”

“Yeah. You know.” He flashed a sheepish grin, digging himself deeper. “Cold hands. Warm... heart?” The moment the words left his mouth, he knew they'd landed wrong. There was something in the way her posture went rigid, the way her smile froze in place. Shit.

Elias scrambled to backtrack, words tumbling out in a hasty jumble. “I mean, uh, not in a scaly way. I’m not saying you’re like... a lizard-lizard. Or a snake or anything. Unless you were going for mysterious and venomous, in which case, you nailed it.” The crooked grin he offered felt brittle on his face, a last-ditch effort to salvage the conversation.

“Though you don’t hiss. That’s good. I think.”

But nothing about Anissa’s expression changed, that polite, frozen mask still present, and that told him nothing and everything all at once. Elias felt the weight of his misstep settle heavily in his gut, though he still couldn't quite pinpoint where exactly he'd gone wrong. The music pulsed around them, suddenly too loud, the heavy bass grating against his nerves. He opened his mouth to say... something, anything, but no words came. The realization hit him with dull surprise:

For once, Elias had absolutely no idea what to say next. He cleared his throat, the sound embarrassingly loud to his own ears. The weak soda in his hand had long gone flat, but he'd been clutching it without realizing it before.

And now it served as the perfect excuse to escape this conversation he'd clearly torpedoed.

“I uh. I’m gonna grab another drink other than this soda. Something a little stronger. You want something?” It wasn't clever. It wasn't smooth. But in that moment, with his brain scrambling to recover from whatever social landmine he'd stepped on, it was the only olive branch he could think to extend.

Anissa didn't answer immediately. When she finally spoke, her voice had changed; quieter, more reserved than the easy tone she'd used earlier.

“Sure.”

He nodded, the motion jerky and overeager. The chair legs screeched against the ground as he stood too quickly, the harsh sound making him cringe. Heat flooded his cheeks as he muttered a hasty apology, already backing away. “Cool. Yeah. Be right back.”

The moment he turned, Elias exhaled sharply, relief and embarrassment warring in his chest. He wove through the crowd with single-minded focus, shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller.


Location: Elias and Tappi's Table -->Bar
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The black lace fabric floated around Andy’s frame unable to settle before a bounce or twirl sent it drifting in another direction. Every part of her body moved independently, hands alternated going up into the air and down to her shoulders with the drums, her head rocked back and forth with every second beat of tempo, and her hips swayed in sync with the deep rumbling base. Each piece was in tune with its own melody, but as a whole, created a fluid painting come to life against the canvas of the party. Dancing by herself meant she didn’t have to mirror someone else’s movements or fit together like a puzzle.The music was her guide. It led and she followed. There was no overthinking or caring about how she looked.

While she kept her eyes closed most of the time, every so often she let them open, momentarily taking in the dance floor, or the bar, or whatever angle of the party laid before in that brief glimpse. She saw the bonfire with a handful of demigods gathered around in conversation. She saw the lone sledding hill, empty and backlit by the countdown clock. Another glance showed a girl with long silky black hair, in jeans and some type of moccasin boots, twirling her way onto the dance floor. And another revealed the returning form of Mason after leaving Trinity behind at the edge of the party.

Rather than look away, she watched as he crossed the field with a stoic determination, unaware of her lingering gaze. Andy studied the way the folds of his shirt shifted against his chest as he walked and the tension in his neck muscle that dipped below his unbuttoned collar. His stride was strong and confident, yet unbothered, as he beelined straight for the bar. He barely attended parties and was only there for her… and definitely didn’t dance. Yet a part of her wanted his gaze to find her and his feet to follow.

As her sharp gaze attempted to will him over, another male manifested out of the corner of her eye. The unfamiliar man was similar in height and stature to Mason, but had fiery red unkempt hair. He didn’t wear semi formal clothes or look dressed for a party, rather his jeans, sneakers and oversized tank top disclosed the likelihood of him arriving not long before. Even if he had just climbed his way up the mountain, he seamlessly weaved and swayed his way through the crowd, making his way right toward her.

"Nice moves," he spoke up loud enough to make sure she could hear him over the loud music and bustle of the party. "Mind if I join you?"

Andy slowly spun around, turning to face the redheaded stranger with a chuckle and friendly smile. "I hadn’t noticed," she replied. The last thing on her mind was her dancing and how it might have looked to onlookers. It could have been sexy or it could have unhinged, she wouldn’t have known a difference. A small twist of guilt tugged at her stomach when he asked to join. Her gaze flitted over to where she last saw Mason, hoping he might swoop in, but he wasn’t there. She looked back over at her present company, her friendly smile returning to her face. The last thing she wanted was to be rude to a new camper. She wasn’t the leader… anymore, but she still felt an obligation to be open and welcoming.

While the prospect made her anxious and prickled at the back of her neck, she motioned at the dance floor around her. "Sure, it’s an open dance floor," she agreed while taking a slight step back to make room for him. Andy wasn’t the type of girl to immediately shout ’I have a boyfriend’ whenever a guy spoke to her. It was rude. Plus, dancing was harmless… Until it wasn’t. Perhaps it was naive of her to assume it was platonic and just a way to meet someone new or break the ice. But he hadn’t pushed any boundaries, so there was no reason for her to draw a line in the sand… Not yet anyway.

Her dancing and swaying lulled as she leaned forward slightly so he could hear her over the music. "I’m Andy," she said, while offering him her right hand.



interactions ....|.... nate ............... mentions ....|.... tapeesa, mason & trinity ............... collabs ....|.... none
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After hearing what Andy said, it made Leo feel a bit better that he may not be alone in not liking their godly parent. He has his reasons, and it did make him wonder if that was a theme with demigods or not. Leo did remember how Duke never met Hephaestus, so either Hephaestus did not care to meet his own child or had his own reasons for not meeting with Duke.

Still, as he thought about this. When Andy mentioned that he had a sister here and pointed out to her. Leo's mood lifted, and he had some light in his eyes. Just like Sofia, he has a sister or half sister but a sibling nonetheless. He turned his gaze towards Trinity and thought to himself if now would be a good time to talk to her. It is a party, she is a stranger, and he should be more social. So maybe now is the time.

"That is a good consolation, Andy." Leo sounding more spirited than before. "I might just talk to her tonight and see how it goes." Leo took a sip from his water. Having siblings that is a thought he sometimes had growing up. At times, it would have been nice to have a sibling. Someone he knows who can have your back and spend time with. It is a nice thought, and now Leo finds out he has one. His world got a bit bigger, and maybe coming to camp was not a bad idea.

When Andy went to leave, Leo said one last thing before she left. "Nice to know, and I may take that offer, but I want to finish my drink first." Then he watched as she headed to the dance floor and started dancing by herself.

He had half a mind to join her since she was dancing alone, and some company would be nice. Taking one last long sip from his water and throwing it away in a recycle bin. But, before he could make up his mind about who to talk to next. A new girl approached and turned out to be a late newcomer.

"Oh, hey," Leo quickly said to Amorey. You just missed her, actually," Leo then pointed to Andy, who was on the dance floor with someone else. "She is talking to someone right now, it looks like, so you may have to wait until she is done. Though you need to place to go to, so it may still be alright to talk to her." Leo realized he should introduce himself. "I am Leo by the way, and I did not think more newcomers would be coming today." He chuckled to himself, "me just coming today as well, and I maybe can help you with finding a cabin. If that bulletin board from this morning is still up and still has those enchanted maps. Unless I use the one I got, but that is back in my cabin."

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"No problem, Amorey, and I bet you can get sorted out and join the party later." Sofia said with a smile, and as soon as the new girl left. Sofia turned to Veronica, "so you still want to head to the bar and not get drunk?" Sofia asked, "since it seems like Amorey may not need our help at the moment." She did wonder since Amorey arrived if any newcomers would show up. The day is not over, but it seems that newcomers are still coming.

"Or we can do something else if you want, I do not care at the moment." Sofia turned back to the sledding hill with a curious eye, and she could do more sledding since maybe one ride was not enough.

Sofia did wonder what else they had in store at this party, the ice rink, the sledding hill, and she was curious to see what else. Though she did wonder how Leo was doing, hopefully, he is having a good time and enjoying himself. More so since tomorrow is going to be training, and who knows when another party will happen. Sofia just hopes that training will not be harsh, or well, she does not know what to expect.

Still, Sofia plans on having a good time and so far. So far, she had fun and met some new people. But the night is still young, and the party is not over yet. Maybe even see where Nelly went off to, and meet some more people. But leave the meeting Mason part, for some other time unless she finds the chance tonight. But for now, time to see how being with Veronica is going to be minus the hiccup with talking about their godly parents. Sofia is not going to hold that against Veronica right now but, she is still willing to hang out with her right now. Now to see where they go next.

Interacts - Amorey@The Savant Veronica@Fabricator | Mentions - Andy, Nelly
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"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 here 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."

“No, no, no.” Duke waved his fork. Who she wanted to talk to and that she wanted to make the endearing check in on everyone rounds wasn’t what he was asking. “I said who do you wanna get to know. It can’t be everybody.” Though perhaps in her universe, it could. Iliana was already proving different.

His correction aside, he supposed he shouldn’t have ignored one highlight in the rest of what was said. “It’s nice you give people the benefit of doubt and check on them. Some deserve it, some don’t. It’s something you’ll figure out through trial and error I suppose.” Unless Heath could help her cull a few people off the list from the get go. Otherwise, naivety had no magical wand for a cure. Camp could break her naivety and innocence gradually and slowly with enough burns.

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

Duke nodded. “Actually yes.” He gestured towards the bar. “A son of Ares. Leo. Worth the benefit of doubt too I’d say.” Though that was shooting above his area of expertise. Vouching for people wasn’t something Duke often did. Anymore.

There was a moment of silence as they ate. A comfortable silence. Duke was hungry and from what he could see of Iliana’s frame, she needed some calories. But Duke still felt obliged to make some discussion with his company. “Do you do any of this stuff?” Again, his fork twirled in the air in gesture to the whole activity field. He wasn’t asking if she partied but if she did any sledding, skating, dancing, games — any of the numerous present activities.


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He had since chosen to lean against a tree with an arm and browse. Nelly seemed to dart around with infinite and exhausting to watch energy. Too preoccupied on the latest group of girls she elected to be with, Blair seemed to spawn out of thin air with evident disgust. "What in the 90s-ski-parka are you wearing?" She even took a closer look and pinched his collar. "I should tell dad to cancel your credit cards."

Blair was lucky he could even hear her because what the fuck was she wearing? Some risque burlesque outfit? “He needs to cancel yours first!” He argued, eyeing her lack of clothes in the same way she looked at his. Her outfit covered so little and probably cost a ridiculous amount more. The temperature was currently cozy but she’d freeze if nature took its original course again.

"Why do you insist on dressing yourself when your sister has more fashion sense in her pinky?" She started to circle him for a head to toe evaluation. Lochlan stared forward with a sigh as his overly bedazzled sister judged him in her glammed up loin cloths. "At least ditch the jacket and own the greaser look.”

Lochlan shook out of his jacket almost immediately and held it out to her gladly. Never mind the fashion feedback, she could take the damn jacket and put it on. But he knew she wouldn’t dare touch it again when it was despicable in her eyes. Normally Lochlan didn’t care what his sister wore, that was her prerogative but around a bunch of demigods drinking and suped up people wearing that! seemed like asking for extra trouble. Even for her. This was their first camp party too and she wanted to go, or be just about be all out.

“What are you even wearing?” he shot back appalled. Though he didn’t care for its technical name or materials as much as why she landed on that dress and thought it was a good idea for someone smart. She must have been on one of her revenge / make a statement sprees.

Lochlan flicked his jacket over his shoulder and gave a cheery smile out of defiance. Neither sibling was compromising or sorry.

“Come get a drink with me.” He headed to the bar with he assumed Blair in tow.

He had just caught the end of some gorgeous creature asking a guy for help in finding a place to offload her stuff and where to go. The man responded by referring her to Andy initially, then used half his brain by introducing himself to the girl at least. That was more sensible.

"Shots!" He announced out loud to any bar goer in the vicinity.


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Ocean approached River just as he introduced her to his companion. “Nice to meet you, Marlen.” She tried to give him a little smile, but it probably turned out to be more of a grimace as she locked eyes with her brother. He glared at the jacket she wore and she saw all the questions flash through his face. Ocean hardened her eyes and stared back, unwilling to feel guilty for making friends and wearing Ace’s jacket. “You look nice, River,” Ocean stated, though her voice held a sharpness to it. If Ace were here, he’d probably get whiplash at how fast her tone changed. She shook her head slightly as a way to say ‘we can talk about this later’.

Nevertheless, she cleared her throat slightly and turned back to Marlen, eyeballing his guitar. “Do you play?” Ocean realized how stupid of a question that must seem, but there were definitely a lot of interesting characters around and she didn’t want to assume anything. Maybe he just carried a guitar around for fun? “I never learned to play an instrument, but I admire people who have.” She stepped closer to where River was sitting and plopped down in the spot next to him, though this time she took off Ace’s jacket and let it lay across her thighs. Ace was sweet, but she was starting to feel warm, especially since they were by the fire. Plus she hoped it would get River’s glare off her.


*Same disclaimer for Ocean. She'll call Marlen 'he/him' until she's corrected.*


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Azariah Willow


Child of Hecate * Camp Entrance


Azariah was, as kids today said, big chilling.

A formless demigod and a demigod of love and passion, a few minutes alone, and a lot of bedframe-squeaking. And then, next thing she knew, Chariselle was heading back out. She felt a kiss on the head, as she was lazing around in the woman’s worn-down bed. It was wonderful, and hopefully devoid of strings. Azariah got the feeling that Chariselle didn't want commitments, which was perfectly fine with her. Though, a small part of her wished the woman would, at the very least, stick around long enough that it was clear enough between them both.

Alas.

”I’ll be on the way out shortly,” She muttered, happily. This wasn’t her cabin, and Azariah was a mischievous son of a witch, but she had standards. When the door shut behind Chariselle, Azariah lazily sat up and stretched. She probably had one or two more transformations in her for the time being. She needed a snack.

She sat up and decided to have some manners. Grabbing her clothes, her magic staff and whatever else she came in with, Azariah straightened out the bed she had just completely obliterated with her fellow demigod. She then stepped out the door and out into the cold again. Though, it didn't feel that cold right now, considering a few things. Next, she took a walk back to her own cabin, where she'd grab herself a shower and something fresh to wear. This wasn't quite the fun she had in mind when she got here, but she didn't regret it either.

It didn't take long to get from there to her own cabin, and about ten minutes later, a crow swooped down into some bushes near civilization. A short, human male with his hair in braids walked out of that bush and made his way towards a bar. There were people there, just minding their own business. So, naturally Azariah inserted himself into it.

"Anything good over here?" He asked.

Marlen Ross


Child of Apollo * Camp Entrance


"He? Who's he?" Marlen joked. They loved cracking that joke at every conceivable opportunity, like it was somehow the funniest thing in the world. And it was. Years ago. "No he's here, except for you's," They laughed. "I'm a they, you wouldn't know it, looking at me, but you never know nothin' that way." There were things in the world that Marlen never got tired of. A person had to find joy in the little things, because they were always there and the big things were only sometimes there.

"Anyway... Yeah, I play a lot of things. Apollo demigod and whatnot. I got all of 'em with me." They whipped the guitar upwards and over their head, and when it was at an angle where absolutely no one could see, it was suddenly no longer there. Like a damn magic trick.

Then, Marlen clapped their hands together, pulling them apart to reveal a harmonica.

Next, they tossed it into the air, caught it, and suddenly an otomatone slid down between the fingers of a closed fist.

And because Marlen didn't know when to end a bit, they reared back and feigned absolutely hurling the otomatone into the sky. Their hand went down from the momentum, and once it was out of sight, Marlen pulled out a ukulele. Finally, they started lightly strumming the strings. It was just barely louder that the crackle of the bonfire.

"Was just telling your brother here that I'm new. I didn't even know there were this many god kids in the whole world, 'til lately."
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"Sure, it’s an open dance floor,"

Nate never understood that weird feeling he'd always get in his stomach when it was clear he was missing something. He imagined this is what his dad meant when he told him to 'listen to your gut,' but that means so very little when said gut doesn't actually say anything. No, instead, a small alarm blared deep in Nate's core with no indication on why or how. And, as always, he ignored it. He didn't quite notice the sideways glance, or the way the woman across from him seemed hesitant but friendly.

She offered a hand. "I’m Andy."

"Nate," he answered simply, flashing a confident smile. He swayed himself into a position perpendicular to her, giving a quick look at the assorted guests. He was very much out of place... so why not roll with it? He started an arm wave with his left arm, letting the move roll through his body and ended it with a handshake with his right hand in the most corny way he could. "Nice to meet ya, Andy."

Nate ended the handshake quickly, opting to keep about an arm's distance from his dancing partner. Andy didn't seem to be particularly surprised by his arrival, which almost seemed to beg more questions. The gate did have his thumbprint already loaded. They had to know he would show up eventually. Best to keep a slight distance, in the event his gut was right about something... or Andy's dancing became even more chaotic. Of course, Nate did shift his dancing to try and match the more carefree movements his dance partner had moments before. He did a swaying spin, chuckling a bit to himself nervously at the absurdity of his situation. He spoke a bit softer, almost as if muttering his thoughts to himself, "If I knew it would be a party, I would have swung by sooner."

He finished his spin, locking eyes with Andy again. His fluid movements and wide smile were undercut by his shifting gaze. Every movement in the background jerked his head slightly, more akin to a cornered animal than a buzzed twenty-something at a party. Every few seconds, that intense gaze shifted back to Andy, a question burning in his throat. It took another moment or two before the question finally manifested, asking with a nervous smile, "I have to ask, though... this isn't, like, some kind of cult... right?" His dancing and movement slowed dramatically as he paused, reflecting on the question thoughtfully. He continued with a forced smile, waving his hand vaguely, "I mean, concrete walls, biometric data, the talk of being part-god, the general pagan vibe... what did I sign up for?”


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The party seemed to be in full swing with dozens of demigods lingering, mingling and partaking in whatever sorts of boring small talk to get to know one another. Sylas had noticed how the ice skating and sledding had gotten little to no attention, meanwhile the bar was constantly bustling with a revolving door of partygoers looking to get their fill of free booze. At the rate they were going, he wouldn’t be surprised if half of camp was drunk before 10 o’clock.

While he was trying to remain casual, or at least look like he was, his gaze betrayed him, yet again, frequently finding the fiery headed woman in white. Sylas could have stared at her all night. He was a bit surprised at the amount of self control it took to not watch her like a hawk. They had seen each other several times throughout their recovery period, but there was a part of him that was still bitter that she left him on that beach during the box. And another part of him… Well, what could he do with injured hands? There were plenty of things he wanted to do with her, but he could barely get dressed on his own, let alone entertain a woman. But she was always on his mind… Though he wouldn’t admit it. Now that they were both healed, it was hard giving in to his baser desires, even in the middle of a party.

By the time Sylas had done a leisurely lap around the party, his glass was empty and Evelyn was no longer near the yard games, but sat on a stool beside the bar. Of course, a woman such as herself couldn’t be alone either. She appeared to be in friendly enough conversation with some hipster wanna be and camp’s own son of Aphrodite himself. Great. Even if Wes was in a relationship, how could Sylas compete with God given allure? Worst of all, she looked to be enjoying herself. Not that he wished unhappiness on her, but seeing her relaxed and smiling with other men… It made his muscles tense and heart rate quicken. He wouldn’t say he was jealous. He wasn’t someone who was jealous of others. They were jealous of him. Oh… but he was. He had every intention of avoiding the bar but the little green monster festering in the back of his mind took hold, and before he knew it, his feet were carrying him toward her.

He could have gone around to the opposite side of the counter where it was less crowded, but his gaze was locked on a small opening just behind Evelyn and some other demigod, he couldn’t care less who it was. Sylas approached, lightly resting his hand against the small of her back as he whispered, "Excuse me." It was an innocent enough gesture, but hidden between them the touch lingered. The pad of his thumb lightly stroked the small bit of exposed skin, while his gaze remained focused straight ahead. Where he approached the bar, the whiskey he was drinking was out of reach. Rather than leave where he stood… and her, he opted for bourbon instead.

As he began pouring his drink, his head turned toward her, just enough that she’d hear him while no one else would and their interaction could go fairly unnoticed. "You look ravishing," he whispered. His voice was deep and rough in a way that his gaze could not without drawing attention. Even though he was surrounded by several others, his senses were highly attuned to her, like a hunter watching his prey. He watched her movements out of the corner of his eye and caught fragments of her conversation about drunken shenanigans or who the new leader could be. Whenever the wind blew he could smell the faint scent of her floral perfume and her body radiated a warm magnetism that was hard to resist.

With his drink topped off, Sylas had no other reason to linger around the bar unless he desired getting pulled into a mind-numbing bit of small talk. He pulled away from the counter and let his hand slowly fall from her back. As he turned past her, he let one last comment escape his lips, quiet enough for only her to hear. "I’ll see you at midnight." Then, as fast as he slipped into the bar, he was gone, left to wander about the party like he was before.

There was no location or end goal in mind as he walked around. So far no one had really caught his attention. Camp had over doubled in the matter of a couple hours which left him a bit overstimulated and overwhelmed when it came to deciding who to set his sites on… besides Sloane, who was now talking to some rough and bruised up guy. The kind of guy that looked like he was from the wrong side of the tracks. Lochlan, Liam… now this guy? She really knew how to attract some winners.

Circling around some of the tables, Sylas couldn’t help but overhear the tail end of an incredibly awkward conversation. "—Not in a scaly way. I’m not saying you’re like... a lizard-lizard. Or a snake or anything. Unless you were going for mysterious and venomous, in which case, you nailed it." He stopped in his tracks, turning his attention to the attractive girl in the white beret and some bumbling idiot that kept digging himself deeper. "Though you don’t hiss. That’s good. I think." … and deeper. Sylas lingered, unable to help himself from eavesdropping on the trainwreck of a conversation. There wasn’t much left to their exchange before the guy found an easy out, offering to get them drinks and leaving the girl sitting alone.

Once the idiot was far enough away, Sylas approached the table, resting his hands on the back of the chair opposite the girl. "Well… He was a bull in a china shop," he said with a sympathetic laugh. After getting her attention and, presumably, not being shooed away, he took a seat and leaned back in the chair casually. "For what it’s worth, I think the gloves look nice and go well with your dress." He offered the compliment with a charming smile and small toast of his glass before he took a sip. She had the look of someone who actively tried to be fashionable for a party, especially compared to her recent company. While Sylas could only see her from her elbows up, the way her long sleeve shirt matched her beret and the styling of her hair and makeup gave him enough information to know she put in the effort.

"Guys like that don’t have a clue. They think gloves only serve one purpose… warmth, even though you’re obviously fashionable," he commented while motioning to her outfit. "Or they think being called a lizard is somehow a compliment?" Sylas sighed and shook his head in disbelief while his thumb lightly traced the brim of his glass.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and sat upright in his seat. "Sorry, I’m being rude," Sylas held out his right hand toward her. "I’m Sylas" When her delicate hand found its way into his palm, he gently grasped her fingers and guided them up to his lips. He didn’t remove the glove or hardly notice the fabric, for that matter, as he placed a light kiss upon her knuckles. "And, for the record, you look beautiful and definitely not like a lizard," he added with a charming chuckle and released her hand.



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"He? Who's he?" Marlen said with a playful tone. River’s brows furrowed, confused… Confused about the joke or if he somehow said something wrong. "No he's here, except for you's." You’s? Is ‘you’s’ a word? His face contorted more in confusion trying desperately to understand, but wasn’t. "I'm a they, you wouldn't know it, looking at me, but you never know nothin' that way."

"Oh… Oooohhh." It took him a minute but River finally got there. "My bad. They," he reiterated to himself with a nod of his head like he was making a mental note. "Got it."

"Nice to meet you, Marlen." Ocean approached and greeted Marlen with a smile that quickly turned sour when she noticed River’s own inquisitive expression. Her gaze intensified, staring daggers at him. She was always stubborn and sassy even as children, so he wasn’t surprised when she silently stood her ground. "You look nice, River," she said with a sharpness that contradicted her attempt at a friendly compliment. She shook her head as a silent way to tell him ’not now’ or ’drop it’. He definitely would not drop it. His sister was lucky they were in the company of another and at a party, or he might not have been so skilled at biting his tongue.

"I like the dress," River returned the compliment in a flat tone. He wasn’t lying, he did like the dress. He just wasn’t a fan of the ratty leather jacket draped over her shoulders. "Little warm for leather, don’t you think?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as a silent challenge. While he might have been able to look past a guy giving his sister their coat if it was freezing out… It wasn’t. So there was some sort of ulterior motive, whatever it was. Whether or not Ocean knew that was a different story. River might not have any experience with the opposite sex or dating like his sister, he was a man… He had some idea of what went through their heads… both of them.

His sister cleared her throat, disregarding him, obviously not wanting to deal with River’s ire. "Do you play?" He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head slightly. It was a really obvious question. What did she think they were doing? Carrying it around to look cool? If Marlen wanted to look cool they probably wouldn’t be wearing a parka in 75° weather. "I never learned to play an instrument, but I admire people who have."

Ocean took a seat on the other side of River, leaving him to sit awkwardly between the two. At least she took the jacket off, that was a plus. He had half a mind to take it from her and seek out its owner. But he was trying very hard to be on his best behavior, especially for his first day at camp. There were no promises down the line.

"Anyway... Yeah, I play a lot of things. Apollo demigod and whatnot. I got all of 'em with me." They had them all with them? What did they mean? River had no interest in listening to anyone play music on every instrument in existence, but he was still struggling to understand what they meant. All they had was a guitar… There was nothing else there?

Marlen picked up the guitar and did something above their head or behind their back. River didn’t quite see. But one minute it was there and then it wasn’t. Ok…? Then they clapped their hands together and as their palms pulled apart a harmonica manifested between them. Before he got a chance to look at it or acknowledge the trick, it was tossed up in the air and instead Marlen caught… Some weird music note, soup ladle looking thing. Oh, but that wasn’t it apparently. They had one more trick up their sleeve. They pretended to chuck the giant spoon across camp, but when their hand came back it was holding a ukulele. And, of course, when the magic show was over, they started strumming on the strings.

During the whole… trick? River watched with an increasingly confused, and a bit annoyed expression. Like, sure, it was cool and all. But they were at a camp full of young adults who could do crazy shit with their mind. Maybe he was a stick in the mud, but he didn’t find it all that impressive. He was never someone particularly interested when someone wanted to show off, but he tried his best to seem amused. The extent of which was watching the trick, rather than getting up and walking away. In the end, River was probably the wrong audience.

"Nice party trick," River said with an obtuse, tight-lipped smile. It was the best he could give. He was sure Ocean had far better praise or compliments to give than him. Sadly, it looked like he wasn’t able to avoid having music played. It was quiet though… Silver linings.

"Was just telling your brother here that I'm new. I didn't even know there were this many god kids in the whole world, 'til lately," Marlen continued the conversation, directing their comment toward Ocean.

River awkwardly leaned back so that Marlen and Ocean could see each other to talk. He remained reclined in that strange position as their words brought a question to mind. Before he could filter himself or think to maybe ask his question with a bit more tact, it was across the brain and out his mouth. "You never thought that if Apollo had a kid, the other Gods probably existed and had offspring too?" His face scrunched when he realized that it came out a bit more harsh than he wanted.

"Sorry," he muttered while raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Focused on his blunder and with the absence of one of his hands to support him, River’s weird reclined position made him lose balance and slip backwards off the log. It wasn’t a long fall. He landed on his back with a soft thump, cushioned by the snow. Rather than rush to get up or even laugh at his fall, he just… laid there, staring up at the dark night sky with a sigh. Of course this would happen to him.

He remained there for a minute or two, letting the loud music drown out any laughter or teasing comments his sister or Marlen might have made. Finally, and with a groan, River kicked his feet off the log, shifted onto his knees, and stood up. "I’m gonna go…" he started, while brushing the snow off his clothes. "Walk off my bruised ego," he muttered under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear.

Before Ocean or Marlen could stop him, he gave them a brief wave and started off in any direction, it didn’t matter. Just… somewhere else.



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Fiona couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to Nelly talk about how the announcement caused her to fall out of bed, which made her think it must have certainly been rather loud. While she hadn’t felt the need to correct her friend, she did take another sip of her drink to hide the fleeting look of embarrassment, given she’d also fallen out of bed today for an entirely different reason.

Fiona rolled her eyes after Nelly’s comment about their daily runs and shared dislike of bed rest. "You're right ‘bout that. I can't see that either of us could have stayed in bed any longer than we did. And never said the runs were bad. It’s the getting up before noon I can’t be arsed with." She nodded along as the other girl filled her in about what she’d missed earlier in the announcements, giving her a sympathetic smile as she mentioned Ethan’s departure, though Fiona hadn’t dealt much with him herself, he’d seemed decent enough. And this Elysium sounded to have been cut from similar cloth, which, considering their shared parentage, made some sense. She was curious as to who the new leader would be, and a little annoyed by the change in leadership, given it was a shame since Andy had certainly proven herself capable. Hopefully, her replacement was at least half as capable.

At the mention of Karaoke, Fiona wasn’t entirely sure how to feel, given that it wasn’t something she could ever remember having done. Singing along to songs alone wasn’t the same, really. Though before she had to dwell on it too much, she followed Nelly’s gaze as she gestured from Andy to Daniel.

"You’ll have ta give me a tour some time, an point out which you’d recommend, though beers always hit or miss for me unless it’s a good stout. Though they might’ve got something you’d suggest at the bar, seems they’ve got everything else." At the mention of Karaoke, Fiona wasn’t entirely sure how to feel, given that it wasn’t something she could ever remember having done. Singing along to songs alone wasn’t the same, really. And she hadn’t sung in front of others since leaving home; she didn’t know if she could. Though before she had to dwell on it too much, Nelly had already vetoed the idea, for which she was thankful, as she followed Nelly’s gaze as she looked from Andy to Daniel. "Nah, leave ‘em be is best. Now let's get some food, my stomach already thinks I have my throat cut. As for a drink..." she reaches over and picks up a bottle of amber liquid and fills half of a glass tumbler with it before doing the same with her own empty glass ”Now, I’m more partial to whiskey from home than much else, but Scottish whisky has its charm more so than bourbon does for me, so I’m hoping Jura’ll be to your liking.” She handed the glass over to Nelly before clinking hers against it and taking a savoury sip with a smile.

Fiona picked up the plate she’d brought over with a few nibbles that she’d already devoured She turned and headed back towards the food with Nelly alongside, where they both piled their plates a little high. She made sure to finally grab one of the Oreo cookies before they were all taken, then glanced around till she spotted Duke, raised it over her head so she could point at it with the other before she gave him a happy grin and stuck her tongue out playfully at him. Together with Nelly, they moved over to one of the empty tables nearby to sit with the food and drink before they moved on to something else for the night. They had not long sat down and tucked into their food when a voice shouted from the bar.

"Shots!"

Fiona looked back over her shoulder towards the sound of her now topless brother inviting the camp to more drinks, which caused her to snort with laughter. She wasn’t entirely surprised as she’d assumed it was one of the traits they’d both inherited from their mother, since she’d never been without a drink whenever Fiona had dealt with her. She wasn’t sure if going back to the bar was the best idea, least of all starting to drink more with her brother, as she didn’t know who’d be under the table first, nor if anyone else around the bar would still be standing. Nelly might outlast them, though, the thought of which made her chuckle.

Deciding against joining him and others back at the bar, she turned back to their table and Nelly "So, you wanted fuel for later, but what ya wanting to do next?"


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Rae didn’t know what she expected from a journey to a mysterious camp for demigods, but this sure as hell wasn’t it so far.

Part of her thought there’d be, like… floating staircases, maybe? Some talking animals. Maybe some Hogwarts-level nonsense where she was met by some mystical train or some other form of transportation. Shit, she'd half-expected a centaur with a clipboard to meet her at the airport and say something like, “Ah yes, another latent Chosen One. Do try not to die, will you?”

Instead?

Trees.
So many trees.
And rocks. And snow.
And an unfortunate lack of an epic John Williams or Howard Shore soundtrack to accompany her all along.


So…yay?

Rae huffed, slowing her steps and temporarily letting go of her suitcase to pull the map she was given from her coat pocket. She unfolded it with care, even though the corners had already gone soft from travel. The ink had smudged slightly—probably from the oil that had been on her fingers at the time—but the markings were still legible: a rough sketch of the campgrounds along with directions to it, labelled in that same unmistakable handwriting she’d come to associate with him.

Her father’s handwriting.


She still wasn’t sure what tripped her out more: that he’d shown up and handed her a map at all...or that he’d written it by his own hand. A personally scrawled guide from a god who could melt steel beams with his fingers.

Pretty damn gnarly.

She hadn’t forgotten the way he’d just appeared in the machine shop that night and how he’d reshaped her warped housing unit with his bare hand, like it was nothing. Like she was nothing special. And then he’d just…dipped without so much as a heartfelt goodbye or explanation. Just a nod, and this janky little map with scribbled notes at the bottom:



Rae exhaled, stuffing the map back into her coat. The air was colder here than she’d expected, the kind of chill that seeped into your bones if you stood still too long. Not that it bothered her much. Her body, after all, ran hotter than most. A lovely (and honestly, clutch) side effect of the whole firestarter gene pool.

The crunch of snow under her boots softened as the trees began to spread apart. Rae paused, pushing a stubborn curl of hair from her face where the wind kept tossing it. The ground here felt different; flatter, more packed down, like hundreds of feet had worn this path before hers. The cold air tugged at her coat like an impatient child, but she barely registered it.

Because there, just ahead through the swirling snow, something almost unnatural rose from the wilderness.

Iron. Big, tall, fortified iron gates. The kind that made Rae instinctively check her pockets and tighten her grip on the handle of her wheeled suitcase, as if expecting a security check. They stood like a wall of “keep out”, or maybe “you’ve been expected”. Either way, she couldn’t stop herself from mumbling a “Yikes” under her breath, ever so slowly dragging her suitcase forward.

What was this, a boarding school for magical delinquents?

It couldn’t be, though, because she just wasn’t that girl.

Rae had never been bad. Awkward? Sure. Blunt? Sometimes. But bad? No way. She was the kid who always handed in her lab reports early, who colour-coded her notes even when she swore she wasn’t that kind of person. She got scholarships because she worked her ass off, not because she charmed professors or knew how to play “the game”, as Wesley sometimes liked to put it.

Speaking of Wes…her record was clean, save for one stupid incident with him back in high school that somehow still made her cringe to think about. A smoke bomb. A homemade one. Meant for testing airflow mechanics in enclosed spaces and not for setting off in the ventilation system during a school-wide standardized test.

To be fair, Wes had dared her. To be even fairer, she’d laughed so hard afterwards despite nearly failing physics because of the whole ordeal. She probably would have failed, too, if she hadn’t begged her teacher for a retake with the kind of exhausted sincerity that only a sleep-deprived perfectionist could manage. That, and the fact that she showed up the next day with a twelve-page report on ventilation systems and the thermodynamic properties of aerosol dispersal under duress. (Complete with citations.)

Her teacher, bless her, had sighed like someone who regretted choosing this career and said, “You're lucky you're brilliant.”

So no, Rae wasn’t some wild-child rule-breaker. She was a walking contradiction: the kind of girl who could hack a coffee machine to pour triple espresso shots and remind you to stay hydrated. So why did the whole scene in front of her look like the opening to a Resident Evil game? All it was missing, at this point, was a creepy piano theme and a voice saying, “Welcome to the nightmare.”

The massive iron gates towered over Rae as she approached, their blackened metal streaked with frost like veins of ice. Each step forward made them appear more imposing, and as she came to a full stop, she tilted her head back to take in their full height.

“Alright,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes at the unwelcoming hunk of metal. “Now, how do I get past you?” Rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth despite her natural heat resistance, her eyes scanned the gate's surface, searching for any sign of a handle, a button, or, knowing her luck, some kind of magical puzzle that required solving. Just as she was considering whether she'd need to melt her way through ( which, even if she could do it, it was bound to make a bad first impression surely), a glint of metal caught her attention near the base. She crouched down, brushing away the accumulated snow with quick swipes of her glove to reveal a black panel about the size of a playing card embedded in the iron.

“Ohhh,” Rae said under her breath. “Now, there’s the dystopian tech I’ve been waiting for.”

She hesitated for half a second before pulling off her gloves and pressing her thumb against the box. All the while, she sent a hopeful prayer in her mind to the high heavens that if this was truly a horror game, that at least she be regarded as one of the main characters that lived to see another day, like Claire Redfield. Except, you know, without the badassery.

Click.

The response was immediate. A low mechanical groan hummed through the air, followed by the sharp screech of cold iron joints as the gates began to open slowly, parting just wide enough for one person and a suitcase with squeaky wheels. Rae glanced once over her shoulder at the snowy path behind her. Then, with a resigned huff, she yanked the handle of her suitcase upright and mumbled, “Well… here goes my protagonist arc,” before stepping through.

The gates eased shut behind her with a finality that made Rae’s stomach flip.

But also…was it just her, or?

She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her boots sinking slightly into the snow... except wait. The snow here was a bit patchy and somewhat melting. And the air? It had changed completely. Gone was the biting winter chill, replaced by a warmth so sudden it made her head spin.

Rae blinked up at the nearest signpost like it might explain this meteorological nonsense. Her eyes followed its arrow to a little kiosk that looked like it belonged in a national park, complete with a wooden roof and plastic display case. Inside hung a map so detailed it made her father's scribbled notes look like cave drawings. Cabins, training grounds, even something marked “Beach”, all laid out before her.

“Jackpot,” she muttered, snagging a copy before turning back to the path... only to stop dead.

“Seriously, what the actual hell?” The words burst out before she could stop them. The temperature had spiked from “unseasonably warm” to “surface of the sun” in the thirty seconds she'd been distracted. Her heavy winter coat, perfectly reasonable attire two minutes ago, now felt like a sauna suit. With clumsy, irritated movements, she wrestled it off, nearly dropping both the map and her suitcase in the process. The coat, with her gloves stuffed into its pockets, ended up slung over her shoulder by the end.

Underneath, her outfit - black cargo pants, fitted tee, and a striped knit sweater she'd impulse-bought during finals week - was already sticking to her skin. She shoved the sweater sleeves up to her elbows, the wool suddenly unbearably warm against her fire-resistant skin.

“This is some Jurassic Park climate dome bullshit,” she grumbled, plucking at her sweat-damp shirt. Even her curls felt heavier in the humid air, clinging to her forehead like they, too, were exhausted by this entire conundrum.

Then the trees parted like stage curtains, and the rest of Rae's complaints died in her throat.

Before her sprawled a scene straight out of some fantasy novel, if fantasy novels had a killer sound system and a huge countdown clock signalling the end of the year. A massive bonfire roared at the center, its flames dancing in time with the pulsing music. To one side, an ice rink glittered under strings of fairy lights, the incongruous mix of fire and ice somehow working. Campers swarmed between a food table and a makeshift bar, their talking and dancing blending into a constant hum of energy.

Rae's grip on her suitcase handle turned white-knuckled as the scene before her unfolded in overwhelming detail. This wasn't just a camp her father had sent her to; she was beginning to see this now. It was a living, breathing organism, and she stood frozen at its periphery, an uninvited guest at a party she didn't know how to join. Like it was high school all over again.

She could almost feel it in her spine, that cold, twitchy awareness of standing just outside the circle. The lunch periods spent pretending to study while actually counting the minutes until class; group projects where she did all the work while others took credit; the way conversations would pause just a bit too long when she approached. She hadn't been bullied exactly, just... overlooked. The scholarship kid with grease under her fingernails and thrift store clothes, too smart to ignore but too different for anyone to truly include.

Except for Wes. Wes, who'd sauntered through social barriers like they didn't exist. He'd plop down next to her in the cafeteria with that infuriating smile, stealing fries off her tray like they'd been friends forever. He'd make terrible jokes just to see her roll her eyes, defend her with cutting remarks when others tried to diminish her, and look at her like she was someone worth looking at. That had meant something, maybe too much, if she was honest with herself. Which she usually wasn't.

College had been her fresh start. No more waiting for invitations that never came. She'd built her own place in the world: the machine shop at 2 AM, her workbench covered in half-finished projects, the quiet satisfaction of creating something no one else could. She'd told herself that the insecure girl was gone, that she'd outgrown needing anyone's approval.

Yet here she stood, twenty feet from a crowd of strangers, that old uncertainty curling in her stomach. The suitcase wheels squeaked as she shifted her weight, the sound barely audible over the music. Her free hand found the edge of the map in her pants pocket, the paper crinkling under her fingers. She could almost hear Wes's voice in her head: “Don't overthink it, Lewski.” Easy for him to say, though. He'd never overthought anything in his life.

Rae let out a slow breath, her gaze drawn irresistibly to the roaring bonfire at the camp's center. Even from twenty feet away, she could feel its comforting heat pulsing against her skin in steady waves, familiar and strangely reassuring amidst all this unfamiliarity. Fire had always made sense to her in ways people never did. While the thought of introducing herself to strangers made her stomach twist, the fire asked nothing of her but to stand nearby and exist.

She glanced down at the coat still slung over her shoulder, hesitating. It was too warm for it now, and honestly, with her internal thermostat, probably always would be. She eyed the firepit for a second, debated, then draped it over the back of an empty chair nearby with a mutter:“You’re officially benched.”

And then Rae started walking.

As she neared the fire, the orange light hit her from the side, highlighting the copper in her curls, turning them almost molten. She stopped just shy of the inner circle and next to a pair of campers, a pretty girl and another person with a ukulele in their hand. She was, however, close enough to feel the heat but not so close as to intrude on their conversation. In fact, no one was paying her much attention, which she supposed was a blessing in disguise just for her. Because, for now, she could just be a girl standing near a fire, pretending her suitcase wasn’t still clutched in one hand like a security blanket.

“Happy almost freakin’ New Year,” Rae whispered to the flames, her voice barely audible over the crackling logs and distant music. The countdown clock ticked away somewhere behind her, not just marking the new year but also serving as an accompaniment to the beginning of something she didn't yet understand.

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#808000 ~ Outfit ~ Near Main Hall



Heath offered a smile to Anatoliy when took his guitar back. He was glad he could be of assistance. He was very much aware he offended the blonde female too. Heath would be the first to admit he was awful at taking jokes, but one of his biggest pet peeves was lying and her magnetism put him on edge. He would attempt to be cordial, but a part of him would be cautious until she gave him a reason not to be.

However all thoughts went out of his head when Anatoliy leaned in and . . . . was he sniffing him? It was something Heath was not expecting and he didn't know what to do or say. He just stood there calmly until the man stood straight again. Looking at Heath, one could tell he was confused.

"Uh, is everything okay? I did take a shower prior to the party." he found himself asking, not really thinking about what he just said.

The pair then introduce themselves fully. Chariselle gave full attention to Anatoliy and seemed genuinely interested in him. She was honest about wanting him to come back to the party. Once she finished speaking, Heath spoke up.

"Chariselle, before you return to the party, I would like to apologize for my earlier behavior. I tend to get easily offended when someone accuses me of wrongdoing. But since we're strangers you wouldn't know what kind of person I am. Plus I am awful when it comes to jokes."

She could take it or ignore it. At least he made an attempt to make amends. Looking back at Anatoliy, he decided to see if the guy was even willing to come back to the party, but he saw movement under his clothing again.

"Is there something you have on you, Anatoliy? I saw something move." he asked, genuinely curious.


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#4a766e ~ Outfit, Boots ~ Party



Duke caught Iliana off guard. He wanted to know if there was anyone she wanted to get to know better? She was drawing a blank, but looking at Duke's kind face made her blush a little. She was embarrassed. The best she could do was be honest for now.

"I . . don't know. I do have a few friends like Nelly and Veronica. Do you have any friends, Duke? You and Fiona seem to get along well."

The two definitely interacted like friends. Iliana briefly wondered how close they were. The thought bothered her a bit for some reason. Duke was by all appearances a nice guy, why shouldn't he be close with anyone? Deciding to not dwell on it, she focused on Duke when he spoke up again, this time about learning who is worth giving a benefit of a doubt through trial and effort. The thought of the process did unnerve her, but she would do her best, so she nodded at his words.

"Thank you, I'll take your advice to heart."

She continued to listen to Duke when he brought up Leo. Another Ares kid. Iliana liked and respected Trinity. Liam, Iliana didn't know how she felt about him because he was a mixed bag. He did try to hurt Heath, but he wasn't in control of himself either. A feeling Iliana was very much familiar with. But he also left without word either. So yes, the best Iliana could do was she was ambivalent when it came to her feelings about Liam. Hopefully this Leo would be better.

"Well I look forward to meeting him then. I hope he likes the camp."

She was almost done with her meal when Duke gestured towards the party activities and asked she did anything like this.

"Heath's family likes to have parties and I've gone to those, but they're never that big. I've learned to dance, but I am average at best. I am sure you've noticed this, but I am introverted, but I am willing to try something new at least once, as long as it's not dangerous. Do you like parties Duke? Also, I appreciate you willing to talk to me too. You're very easy to be around."

That last part, Iliana did her best to keep eye contact, but she couldn't help but blush a little. It was a good thing it was starting to get dark.


Interactions ~ Duke @Sir Sparky ~ Mentions ~ Nelly, Veronica, Fiona, Leo, Trinity






#f1724b ~ Outfit ~ Party



Nelly didn't mention that since she was still 'underage' in America, she got her alcohol from others. Like for Texas, she had gone on a trip with her mother and basically got to sip when her mom got when she was 18. Elsewhere, outside of the USA, she had no issues getting drinks for herself. Luckily she would be turning 21 next June, so if she was back in the USA by then, she would get her own alcohol then. For now she'd enjoy herself here in Greece.

When Fiona offered her a tumbler of Scottish Whiskey, Nelly took it with a smile.

"I love me a good bourbon. But I've mostly had it in desserts. My favorite desserts tend to have alcohol in them too for some reason. I once went to Jamaica and had Rum cake. Best cake I ever had. Didn't even need icing. But yeah I've had whiskey before, just never your homeland's whiskey. I hope it's just as strong as a Guinness. When I turned 18, when it came to alcoholic drink wish list, that was at the top hehe. So, my mom took me to Ireland for my 18th birthday. One of my favorite trips I took with her."

Thinking of her mom made Nelly miss her again. She was sure her mom was fine, but she did wonder how she was doing. In the meantime, she headed for the food along with Fiona to get a good amount of food. She didn't want to overdo it, but she stack some things. She could always come back for more. Thank the gods she had a high metabolism.

And just like Fiona, Nelly heard Lochlan call out for shots. Now that was something that peaked her interest. Still she stuck with Fiona as they made it to a table. She saw others eating like Sylas was talking with a new camper while Iliana and Duke were talking together. Sitting down, Fiona asked what she wanted to do later.

"Well first, I am going to savor this whiskey." she said before taking a sip.

Oh, did it go down nicely.

"Mmmm, you're right, it is good! As for what I plan on doing next, I mostly want to mingle with others whether back at the bar with your brother, or on the dance floor. Or anywhere else! Skies the limit after all. Maybe we can find out who the new leader is?"


Interactions ~ Fiona @Fabricator ~ Mentions ~ Lochlan, Sylas, Anissa, Iliana, Duke
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Amorey smiled when the fiery headed man pointed to the dance floor — if Andy was alone, she might not have even approached her, but the woman was busy dancing with someone. Her questions didn’t feel as important now. Swiping a hand alongside her head in the same fashion to put hair behind her ear, nothing happened, since her hair was in a messy bun. ‘I think I’ll probably wait until she is off the dance floor to not bother her about a place to stay,’ she really didn’t want to make anyone’s night more about work than enjoyment. It wasn’t that big of a deal in her mind either… she could figure something out.

The woman couldn’t help her slight laughter, ‘I’m Amorey and I planned on being here way earlier,’ she wasn’t even going to bring up her brother at the moment. There was a rant somewhere inside of her wanting to word vomit everything out about him and she was not going to let herself do that. Except, he was an absolute idiot.

That would be wonderful help,’ Amorey seemed excited before reeling herself back in. ‘Well…’ she added with a more thoughtful face. ‘I don't want to take you away from the party or anything to help me find a cabin. Unless you don’t mind and I can promise I’m a fast walker and we can be quick about it.’ Amorey was conflicted since she didn’t want to busy anyone else with her problem of finding a cabin but she so wanted to know where she was going to stay tonight too.



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Anatoliy’s face twisted a little bit because he could feel the energy shifting from Chariselle — These two must know each other and not get along…’ The thoughts behind his stormy blue eyes circled around his head while he stared back and forth at them. His eyes not knowing who he should settle on until Chariselle was standing in between him and Heath, inserting herself like a barrier, and for some reason that caused him to hold his breath. It caused him to take a step back and it was hard to tell if he was doing that out of being nervous or what, but he did it. ‘It’s nice to meet you too, Chariselle,’ and he looked at his guitar when she asked about it. ‘I’ve been playing since I was young but I wasn’t really good until my teenage years,’ that might have been more than she wanted to hear but he wasn’t one that was known for not oversharing little bits of information. 'And playing the recorder would be fun but you look more like a girl that would want to play the flute or a violin or something that's pretty like you.' And that slipped out. And Anatoliy looked back at the ground because he didn't understand why that slipped out at all. What is wrong with me?

Then his eyes looked back at her and he realized the longer he stared, the more beautiful he thought she was, so he didn’t want to look directly at her — it was a difficult thing to do. She gave him an out for at least a few seconds and he looked over to the party and shook his head, ‘Niet, I was actually trying to get out of this place,’ — WHAT THE HELL DON’T TELL HER THAT! That was when he wanted to fix his story up, ‘I mean… mhm…’ but he didn’t want to lie and he glanced back at her and Heath with a more neutral expression. ‘I meant more to say that I probably should eat something but I’m not in the mood.’ Anatoliy’s face twisted when he said that too because he was thinking about it. That sounded dumb also.

Ana seemed to dip back a little more, trying to blend into the background, and the darkness. Heath seemed confused and rightfully so, ‘Niet…’ he added. Then he thought about it, ‘I mean da, everything is okay,’ he quickly corrected his words. ‘You just smell really good,’ and he wanted to add that it was somewhat hard not to lean over and sniff him, but he decided to keep that to himself. Then he glanced at Chariselle.

Once Heath seemed to focus on Chariselle and apologize, Ana looked behind him, which was where his cabin was. Then he glanced back, but he didn’t feel like their eyes were totally off him either. But he glanced back once more in debate and found himself not thinking it was a good plan to walk away from people. He didn’t like how it made him feel when people walked away from him even if this situation was a little tense and awkward. Interesting, they don’t know each other… that made him glance at Chariselle before glancing at Heath — he wondered why there was already tension. Maybe it was a demigod thing. Challenging each other or some shit.

What do you mean?’ Anatoliy looked down at himself. What was on him? A sweater his dad made him, pajama pants, a backpack, now his guitar, and Ip — He must be thinking about Ip or noticed him. And he nodded and glanced to his left shoulder where the little round furry beast was snuggled up into his turtle neck. ‘Da,’ he stated before bringing up his free hand and gently using a finger to pet Ip’s head. ‘This is Ip. I found him out in the woods when I was coming here and a crow was harassing him and wanted to eat him, so he likes being around me now. He’s a pretty cool guy.’ Anatoliy spoke about Ip more in a way that someone might think Ip was human.

Gently cupping Ip into his hand, he extended a round little furball towards Heath, ‘He’s nice but if you grab him. Be careful. Ip has it in his head that he can help me make friends here and vole’s make friends by grooming, rubbing their cheeks and face on you, and licking. So if you do try to pet him or hold him. He might do that.’ Ana felt like he had to warn people about that because he knew Ip got that into his head.



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#d18f75 ....|..... outfit .....|..... The Woods --> Cabin #3 --> Party

There is a subtle chaos to the natural world that is often ignored. Some animals crave order and routine, marching in lines as part of their daily existence. But there is always chaos in the search, be it for food or shelter. Things skitter in the woods, craving and clawing for their basic needs. It is a soothing, predictable disorder. Tess felt at peace with the routine, marching carefully through the snow to her destination. The soft padding of old paws diligently followed her movements, the pair moving ever closer to their destination. With a sharp whistle, the two came to a complete stop. She had counted their paces, her measured steps helping gauge the distance they had travelled. She reached into her waxed canvas jacket, removing an old folded map. She fumbled with it through thick gloves, crouching down to settle on the balls of her feet. Her old Pointer slowly moved in, nuzzling his snout against her leg. She reached down to scratch between his ears with her left hand, and brushed some accumulated snow off of his fur. Her eyes remained fixed on the map, clicking her tongue softly as she got a pretty good idea of where they were located. She dipped a hand into her pocket to produce a compass, noting the directions, before letting out a loud exhale. “Alright, Butchie… Not too far now, I promise.”

The old dog lazily lifted his head up to acknowledge Tess, who was already returning the map and compass to their safe places on her person. She reached a hand over towards the shoulder straps of her framed hiking backpack, which was stuffed to the brim. A small tube and valve fed from part of the bag over her shoulder, which she brought to her lips to take a few sips of water. She eyed her old dog, who seemed perfectly content as he shifted into an upright sitting position next to her. She gave him another few scratches behind the ears, which prompted the dog to suddenly stand and shake his entire body. Melted snowflakes sprayed the area from the move, and Tess let out a small giggle. Butcher knew what he was doing, and it was clear he was looking forward to resting in front of a fire more than she was. So, Tess rose up to her feet once again and continued the journey. The bright rays of the mid-day sun shone brightly overhead.


The letter had been surprisingly clear on what she needed to do when she arrived. She wasn’t particularly familiar with the mechanics of a thumb-print, and it took a few tries until she understood what exactly she needed to do. The gates creaked open in the late afternoon, and Tess entered without much fanfare. She noticed a few signs and a map, and quickly scanned it. The letter had mentioned Cabin #3, distinctly noting that it would ‘remind her of home.’ So, Tess and Butcher decided to go the long way around. Opting to keep her distance from any assorted campers who seemed to be preparing for some festivities, she slipped back into the tree-cover and make her way around the north end of the camp, until her eyes locked on her destination. Tess’ heart rate quickened as she gazed upon a near-perfect recreation of her cabin in Montana, nestled cozily in a clearing of trees. She was a little perturbed, but it also seemed to be an affirmation. This is where she belonged.

Butcher sprang forward, rushing towards the back door of the cabin. Tess followed quickly, clicking her tongue in chastizement as her dog had begun to scratch softly at the back door. She stepped up to it, placing a hand on the worn brass knob, and gave it a turn. It was unlocked, and the two entered into the cramped cabin. The interior was similar to what she knew, but the furniture seemed far less worn in and much more expertly crafted. Small logs were already stacked up in the fireplace, and a stuffed deer head was mounted above it. The adjoining kitchen was small, but much better stocked with food and appliances than hers ever was. As soon as Tess set her bag down, she noticed that two metal bowls were already sitting on the ground in the kitchen. She scrounged up some kibble and filled another bowl with water. Butcher’s tale wagged as he ate and drank to his heart’s content, letting out a pleased guttural growl. Past the kitchen, the cabin had clearly lost some of the familiarity she was used to. Her old room was gone, and it appeared that the only remaining bedroom seemed to engulf the space that the two rooms had once occupied. Her new bed was far roomier and nicer, and the spacious walk-in closet seemed to be filled with clothes her father could never afford to buy her. Of course, the clothes were not designer… but they were less practical than the rugged hunting clothes she was used to. She eyed the outfits, her mind drifting back to the signs of some sort of social event. Tess plopped down on the larger quilt comforter neatly tucked into the bed, and took a deep breath.

It smelled like home.


A beam of moonlight had managed to pierce the cabin’s blinds and slowly rouse Tess from a delightful uncomfortable nap. She had only meant to sit down, leaving her sore legs dangling in mid-air off the side. She heard the loud snoring of a certain canine in the living room, certainly curled up on the couch like he always was. Tess heard the faint sounds of revelry from outside, carrying on the wind. She was most certainly late, but that mattered little to her. She stumbled into the simplistic bathroom, stripping out of her dirty clothes while she turned on the shower. She was surprised to see that she actually had a bathtub/shower combination for once, instead of the small shower stall she had grown up with. She tied up her long brown hair in a towel to keep it from getting wet, and did her best to let the aches and stress of the last few months wash away down the drain. She kept eyeing the bathroom door through a gap in the shower curtain, half-expecting the door to creak open on its own. She did not know precisely what she was walking into, despite the letter’s assurances that they were ‘in a similar situation’ to her.

Once Tess was confident she had sufficiently washed away the stench of her recent hike, She quickly went about combing through the closet for an outfit. There were a few dresses that she certainly did not feel comfortable with, and skirts were a little too loose for her taste. She eventually settled on a pair of high-waisted white slacks and a silk black blouse. It seemed much warmer in the camp than it did outside, most certainly some sort of magical ward befitting a place like this. She eyed a few pairs of heels and slippers, shaking her head at the thought. She eventually settled on a pair of black loafers. Makeup was something she had never even considered as she finished getting ready, untangling her hair and letting it hang down. She looked at herself briefly in the mirror, nearly blown away by the person staring back. A small smile crossed her lips.

She didn’t want to jinx it… but there was a chance this could be fun.


"Shots!"

Tess stepped out from the darkness and into the bar area, slipping between groups of strangers as best as she could. She towered over most of those assembled at the bar, sticking out like a sore thumb. She hadn’t exactly gotten the memo on how little she was supposed to be wearing to a party like this, and did her best to avoid staring too closely at anyone in particular. Everyone gathered was unnaturally attractive in a way that brought color to her cheeks. She slipped towards an empty spot of the bar, noticing a couple individuals approaching with a pleasant demeanour about them. Another man had arrived separately, with a simple inquiry.
"Anything good over here?"

The call for “shots” clearly had the sort of intonation of a challenge, reminding her faintly of the calls she and her father would make before launching arrows at moving targets. As her gaze turned to the assorted liquors and beers, Tess almost instinctively began to rifle through them. Whiskey seemed like a sipping beverage, not something one should ‘shoot’ in one go. Beer was out, gin seemed a little unsavory. Tess’ eyes rested upon an older looking bottle with cyrillic writing. She swished the clear liquid inside, before shrugging and twisting off the cap with a flick. She fetched a simple plastic cup, pouring a bit of vodka in it before setting the bottle back down on the bar. She motioned towards it vaguely while cradling her drink in preparation. "If you aren't afraid of a a burn, it'll get the job done." She turned her head towards the others, settling the rim of the cup between her lips as she let the scent of alcohol burn her nostrils. She waited until others knocked back their drinks before she would drink hers.

After all, drinking alone was boring.


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At least Lochlan wasn’t a complete idiot. He heeded her advice and immediately slipped off the horrid purple jacket. But then he held it out to her with a shit-eating grin. Blair pursed her lips, unamused, and cocked her head to the side. "You put that on me, it’s going in the bonfire," she warned him with a judgementally pointed index finger that jabbed his shoulder.

"What are you even wearing?" Lochlan asked with an expression somewhere between horrified and disgusted. Honestly, he needed to calm down. There was enough fashion tape to keep things from popping out and she wore underwear, which was rare. So it wasn’t like he’d be scarred by some nipple slippage or something. If Blair was going to traumatize her brother it’d be with more than accidental nudity. But he knew that. He also knew that no matter how much he bitched and moaned she wasn’t changing. All he could do was either accept it or avert his gaze.

"Crystals," she responded with a little bounce that made the skirt sway slightly. "Ok… Rhinestones," Blair confessed with an eye roll. "Dad would have killed me if I bought a dress made out of Swarovski crystals." She did a little spin even though she knew Lochlan would likely look away with that disgusted, and slightly overprotective annoyed look he got whenever she dressed like a slut. It wasn’t like her lifestyle was a secret from him, or much different from his own. Deep down she thought he struggled with it because she was too similar to the girls he’d waste a night with and, perhaps, he didn’t like the idea of men looking at her the way he looked at women. But she didn’t mind. She was perfectly aware of how she appeared to others. It was her choice. She decided when she wanted to be seen as a person or an object. That night she was bait… not searching for a husband.

"Calm down, Loch," Blair sighed, dropping her usual attitude to be serious for a second. "I took my birth control and I have a condom in my g-string. I’ll be fine. And if any of these guys cross a line? You can kill them." She shrugged and raised her brows like it was nothing. She took his cheeks between her thumbs and index fingers, pinching them and giving his face a little shake. "Deal?"

Her eyes narrowed when Lochlan threw his jacket over his shoulder rather than tossing it in the nearest trashcan. Of course he had his little smirk showing he wasn’t going to concede… and neither would she. Just another typical day for the Carmichaels.

"Come get a drink with me," Lochlan half demanded. Who was she to argue?

"Now you’re speaking my language." Blair took a couple hurried steps after him. When she caught up to him she slid her arm through his. The least he could do was be a gentleman and escort her to the bar. She was walking through grass in pumps for Christ’s sake. It took a lot of focus to not sink a heel into the dirt or twist her ankle. She might have been a pro at walking in all types of shoes, but that was on the streets of New York not Camp fields and dirt trails.

As they reached the bar it didn’t slip Blair’s notice how her brother’s gaze drifted to a stunning girl with caramel skin and wild curly hair pulled back in a messy bun. The girl must have just arrived based on her more casual attire, but that didn’t detract from her appeal. She looked like she could be a challenge, although that always seemed to attract Lochlan more. Case and point, Sloane. She gave his arm a little squeeze in silent acknowledgement and a little goading. He could do far worse, and it was about time he jumped back into the deep end. Move onto bigger and better things.

"Shots!" Lochlan called out to everyone at the bar.

Blair slipped her arm free from her brother and threw both her hands in the air. "Hell yeah!" she shouted in response. She left her brother to decide on the liquor while she scooped up several shot glasses, one on each finger. When she returned by his side, Lochlan looked like he might have been debating between a few different alcohols. "Tequila?" she offered before reaching across the counter to grab a salt shaker and a small bowl of limes.

Somewhere between gathering supplies and lining up glasses, a shorter dark skinned male found a space between the crowd and squeezed his way up to the bar. "Anything good over here?"

She paused in the middle of adding another small glass to the line up. "Yeah, shots!" She flashed him a mischievous grin and as she went to turn her attention back to the task at hand, she noticed an exceptionally tall woman sidle up to the bar. Blair leaned forward to grab another glass for the newest addition but the Amazonian seemed content in making her own drink.

After lining up the rest of the glasses along with a lime for each, Blair looked up and scanned the various people around the bar. "Who’s in?"



interactions ....|.... lochlan & azariah ............... mentions ....|.... amorey & tess ............... collabs ....|.... none







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"Nate," he introduced himself with a confident smile. Then he did something Andy wasn’t expecting. Rather than a simple handshake, he turned sideways and started an arm wave that began with his left, worked through his shoulders and ended with his right arm into a handshake. "Nice to meet ya, Andy."

It was cheesy and absolutely ridiculous. Yet Andy couldn’t fight the small bout of laughter that overcame her as he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too," she replied with a friendly smile. That was definitely a first for her when it came to introductions, but it was nice having a laugh… Even if it was brief.

Surprisingly, her new dance partner didn’t rush to get up into her personal space. Instead he kept a little distance between them as his dancing began to mirror her own. Andy’s body rocked back and forth taking a few steps to the right then the same number back to the left. All the while her hips never stopped swaying and her fingers snapped on beat with whatever was playing at the time. She couldn’t help but laugh when Nate did his own spin. If nothing else, he seemed carefree and not overly concerned about how he looked while dancing. From her perspective it looked like he was just trying to let loose and have fun.

"If I knew it would be a party, I would have swung by sooner," he said quietly, almost more to himself than to her.

Andy took a half step forward, leaning her head toward him slightly to try and catch what he was saying. Her smile grew slightly with a laugh when she caught what he said. "The last one didn’t end so well," she admitted, speaking up to make sure he could hear her well enough. "But after everything that happened I thought we deserved a little fun. You’re lucky the Gods sent you all here on New Year’s Eve," she added with a shrug that had a little dancing flair to it.

As they danced, Nate had a consistent charming smile and held her gaze frequently. But when he wasn’t looking at her, his eyes shifted around the party like a skittish dog distracted by every movement out of his peripherals. Whenever he looked away Andy found her gaze following his, trying to figure out what had caught his attention. But she never noticed anything and before long his eyes were locked back onto her again.

His smile shifted, becoming a little more nervous before finally asking whatever questions were eating him alive. "I have to ask, though... this isn't, like, some kind of cult... right?" His dancing slowed as he paused in thought. Then his smile returned, a little more forced, and he motioned his hand vaguely at the party or camp… or maybe all of it. "I mean, concrete walls, biometric data, the talk of being part-god, the general pagan vibe... what did I sign up for?"

Andy’s dancing temporarily came to a halt as his question took her entirely by surprise. Her head tilted slightly. She was trying her best not to laugh or be rude. Nate was quickly turning into a first for a lot of things for her. Handshake arm waves and cult questions were not on her New Year’s Eve bingo card. "I mean… technically we are pagan. But no. No cults," she answered, unable to fight the small laugh that she had been trying to repress.

"The concrete walls and everything are because of me," she admitted. Andy realized how that might have sounded and held up her hands innocently. "I just thought camp could use better… security." Unintentionally, her dancing slowed, mirroring Nate’s change in pace. It no longer kept the same tempo or levity as the music that played over the speakers. She tried her best to stay on beat but she seemed incapable of holding the rhythm while focusing on whatever she was saying. Perhaps she wasn’t the best at multitasking or maybe it was the alcohol… It was probably the alcohol.

She wasn’t really wanting to dive into the grim truths of what transpired at camp, but the Gods didn’t seem to be very good at informing their children before sending them to camp. Typical. "You weren’t told anything before you came here… Were you?" Andy asked. She was no longer laughing or making light of his curious questions, instead a serious weight hung in the air above her words. If he wanted to know she’d tell him. But she also wouldn’t blame him for wanting to live in ignorance… At least for the duration of the party.



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"As long as we’re all in agreement about what’s in store for tomorrow." Evelyn diverted her gaze after Wes mentioned the new leader, and while she offered no information, Wes couldn’t help but wonder if she knew. Either way, if she didn’t want to share, he wasn’t going to pry the information out of her. In the end they would find out one way or another.

"Maybe it’s actually Elysium this whole time?" she teased. "He’s just been playing it very cool, letting us say our opinions first."

Both men laughed at the playful accusation. "Not at all," Elysium contradicted with another chuckle. "I don’t think I’d be that great of a leader. I wouldn’t even know where to start."

"No, you’re too lovely to be leader here." For a moment Wes considered feigning shock when he wasn’t included in the ‘too lovely’ category, but Evelyn beat him to it. "As are you," she added, pointing at him. "And I don't have the commanding presence for it."

Wes shrugged his shoulders. "If the Gods were going to let one of us oldies be the leader, we both know it would have been Andy," he commented in regards to Evelyn’s playful comments. His gaze drifted over to the brunette in question as she danced with some unknown redhead. "And they obviously don’t like that idea," he added before taking a swig of his beer.

"It sounds like none of us are the leader then," Elysium concluded as he scanned the crowd. "And I would say both of your guesses are as good as mine." His hand then gestured toward none other than Mason himself as the brooding son of Hades trudged his way across the field looking like his normal dour self.

He couldn’t control himself. Wes doubled over in laughter, holding his gut then slapping his leg. He nearly started wheezing and fought to catch his breath. Mason… leader of the camp? He couldn’t even begin to imagine the absolute hell that would be. Of course Wes would be at the top of his shit list now that the Valises were gone. Andy might be able to soften him, a bit. But Mason was a dick and would always be a dick. He didn’t think leadership would give him a sudden change of heart. Wes prayed the day where Mason led camp never came… Ever.

"Probably not him?" Elysium corrected with a glance toward the rest of them.

"No. Not him," Wes agreed with a chuckle. "That’s Mason. He’s an oldie too and would probably rather drown himself in the lake than lead this camp. There’s a lot of history there," he added with a wave like it was a story for a different time. There was no reason to drag down the party with long stories of past camp bullshit. They could save that for another day.

"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."

Wes nodded his head in agreement before turning his attention toward the other partygoers. He hadn’t the fuzziest idea who could be the new leader. Knowing which campers were new helped… a little but he was probably the last person qualified to decide who was ‘leader’ material. His gaze bounced from the redhead who danced with Andy, to the shorter man that approached the bar with braids, to another redhead at the bar that talked with a darker skinned girl. None of them really spoke to him. But as he continued to scan the crowd and his attention locked onto a dark haired guy who fell backwards off a log… he realized that he was just looking for an Ajax knock off.

Just as he was about to turn his attention back to Elysium and Evelyn another mane of curly red hair caught his attention. How many gingers were at camp? His gaze fell beneath the locks to the pale freckled face that almost reminded him of… "Lewski?" he thought outloud, dumbfounded. His eyes squinted as he studied the girl’s face almost like he was making sure it wasn’t some trick from the alcohol. But no… He’d know that short and wiry redhead anywhere.

He downed what remained of his beer then threw his hand up in the air. "LEWSKI!" Wes shouted across the party, not giving a flying fuck who turned to stare at him.

Like a linebacker with his sights set on the quarterback, he sprinted like a madman across the field. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry," He bobbed and weaved through various partiers and accidentally bumped into a few others. Nearing the bonfire he hurdled one of the unoccupied log benches and rounded on Rae. Before she had the chance to make heads or tails of what was happening, Wes was leaning over and wrapping his singular arm around her. He hoisted her right off the ground into a joyful bear hug. His laughter rumbled in his chest and shook her as he held her suspended in the air.

After a moment or two and some additional squeezes, he finally set her back down and lightly tousled her curls. She looked good. A bit older. Definitely not taller. But good. "What the hell are you doing here!?" he asked in disbelief.

"Oh my god, you have to meet someone." Wes barely gave Rae a chance to talk or catch her breath. Her hand felt tiny, almost fragile, when he snatched it up in his own and started leading her through the party.

On a mission, his eyes scanned the party for Trinity but a familiar blonde was nowhere to be found. He knew she was there, hell, he half molested her when he arrived. Where in the world could she have gone? It was then, on the outskirts of the party near the edge of the field he noticed her. "Ah ha!" he mused. "Thought she disappeared for a minute." He laughed and redirected their path right towards her.

As they approached the blonde, Wes gave Rae a little tug, pulling her up beside him to face Trinity. He released her hand and shifted to stand to their sides. "Rae, this is my girlfriend, Trinity," he said with a smile that practically stretched from ear to ear. "I know, I know." He held up his hand innocently. "Crazy that I settled down. But it was more her than me," he admitted before leaning down toward Rae like he was telling her a secret. "You know how obsessive I can be when I see something I like." He elbowed her playfully.

"And Trinity, this is Rae," he said, turning his attention to the blonde while motioning toward his old High School friend. "We went to High School together. She helped me not flunk out… a lot." He flashed a guilty grin. It wasn’t that big of a surprise he struggled with getting good grades in school between his generally average intelligence and his attention being more focused on girls than school work. "She also had a huge crush on me," he added with a little laugh like it was nothing but water under the bridge. Girls having a crush on Wes was nothing new or uncommon. He was used to it and didn’t think it tainted their friendship or anything… At least, he hoped not.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It was probably the whole allure thing. Tends to make people a bit loopy." Wes smiled happily, completely unaware that he probably dropped like twenty bombshells in five minutes flat without giving either Rae or Trinity a moment to catch their breath. All the while he was just ecstatic to have an old friend at camp.



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Amorey had looked visibly uncomfortable in the heat due to her winter outfit from what Veronica could tell, even after unzipping her clothing slightly and removing her hat and scarf; so, she’d been expecting her offer of help to be accepted. She’d had it ingrained over the years that she needed to be of service to those around her, partly in an attempt to gain their friendship without forcing it herself. Having it declined left her somewhat stunned as she felt a conflicted between that subconscious need to be of help to others and the blessed relief that she didn’t need to carry the very heavy looking backpack.

I think I might go over to a bench or something and get all my stuff off before I run around, I do appreciate both of your help. Thank you.

Veronica hated that she was overthinking this fleeting interaction, and acting as if Amorey had wronged her when it was entirely the insecurities within her own head. She was glad that Sofia had spoken up before she could as she was still taking a moment to process what the newest arrival had said before she left in search of Andy. Even so, she was already turning inwards as she ran her hands up her arms and made herself hunch a little smaller, even if she was taller than the other two.

"No problem, Amorey, and I bet you can get sorted out and join the party later.”

”You’re welcome, and she should be around here somewhere. See you soon!” Veronica called after Amorey as she went towards a bench to offload some of her gear, perhaps sounding a little too cheerful as she pulled herself out of her melancholic thoughts. Sofia had turned back towards her to continue where they’d left off earlier.

"So you still want to head to the bar and not get drunk? since it seems like Amorey may not need our help at the moment.” Sofia looked to pause for a moment before continuing, clearly thinking about something. "Or we can do something else if you want, I do not care at the moment.” Veronica felt herself giggling at Sofia’s blasé statement though she turned bright pink a moment later as she tried her best not to laugh for long after almost offending the girl earlier. She did notice the girl’s gaze lingering on the sleds across the other side of the party.

”Maybe we could have a try sledding? Since you keep looking at the hill, I’d assume that’s where you want to go?” Veronica continued to make her way towards the bar, turning herself round so she was now walking backwards as she spoke with Sofia, giving her a warm smile. ”Drinks first, since we’re heading there now? And then food after sledding?”

When she turned back around, and caught sight of yet more new and unfamiliar demigods she could feel her panic rising, at least for half a heartbeat or so before she could stifle it. However, the sight of Lochlan’s taut shirt across his torso caused her heartrate to quicken all the same, while her eyes roamed freely over his body as he called out for everyone to join him for drinks. "Shots!"

Veronica, approached the bar with Sofia hopefully not far behind and looked around at the assorted drinks wondering what to have for a shot. Lochlan’s invitation was answered almost immediately afterwards by his sister in tow, "Hell yeah!" which of course drew Veronica’s attention to her as well, where her outfit left very little to the imagination, yet lingered in your thoughts. She could feel her breath quicken as the crowd around the bar was bustling with ever increasing numbers of beautiful bodies.

Veronica looked around the assorted bottles before attempting to reach over for a bottle of what looked to be vodka, thinking it would make a simple shot to join in without too much effort while Blair was getting them glasses.

However, another hand took the bottle first, so Veronica looked up from the bar to stare at the stranger who opened the bottle and poured herself a quick shot before placing it back. She smiled a little nervously, as she admired the tall girl while trying not to stare; absentmindedly licking her lips which were suddenly feeling a very dry after first Lochlan, then Blair and now this towering shield maiden; even if she was only half a foot taller than Veronica.

"Tequila?" She heard Blair suggest to Lochlan while she reached over for lime, salt and glasses that she began to set up on the bar in front of them all. A short male figure with intricately braided hair had also arrived, asking a general question to all there, likely brought over by Lochlan’s shout.

"Anything good over here?"

"Yeah, shots!" she heard Blair answer them back.

Her own plan of a simple malibu and coke had already been delayed by group shots, and perhaps her goal of minimal drinking was in danger already as well.

"Who’s in?" Blair asked of the crowd and Veronica gently put the vodka back down without pouring any out. She thought tequila might be better to ease into it, even as she cast an uncertain look towards the woman already with vodka in hand. Veronica could feel herself blushing with embarrassment over having taken a bottle only to do nothing with it, alongside her shy ogling of multiple people.

Raising her hand nervously to get Blairs attention Veronica put herself forward to take part ”sure?” she didn't volunteer Sofia though she did hope her new friend would join her.


Interactions .....|..... Sofia, Amorey and Blair............... Mentions .....|..... Lochlan, Tess, Azariah, and Bar Crew............... Collabs .....|..... None


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