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Location: Bar
Interactions: Andy @Mjolnir, Mason @Sir Sparky, Bax @Hound55
Mentions: Blair and Ace (offhand)

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When Amorey talked about magic and he had to comment on it. "Yeah, though to be honest, I did not know what to expect really when I came here. today." Leo chuckled, "I was just told to come here for my safety and that was it." He shook his head in amazement. "Magic, Gods, Demigods, all of this stuff I thought was myth most of my life... turns out to be real, and here I am in a camp whose people's parents are gods. He sighed, "Today was alot and who knows what living here will show me."

Leo was doing well considering everything, and he had time to decompress after finding a cabin and relaxing for a time.

"Me, I would go to some parties, and while my friends try to get me to drink. I tend not to drink for my own reasons, and I just do my own thing when people are out having parties." Leo took a moment to look back at the party and then back at Amorey. "But I understand about parties and I remember watching how my friends get wasted and me having to bail them out, and it is not a fun time most of the time." Leo would sigh at the memories of those drunken fools. At least they never forced him to attend a party or anything like that.

When Amorey brought up Ares, Leo felt that familiar sense of anger in him, but for Amorey. He tried to keep it to a minimum. While he still disagrees with meeting with Ares again. He did feel better once she spoke about doing what his heart wants and finding people who care about the real him. Leo found himself smiling at her words. "I get what you are saying... and thanks." Leo does not know if he will be okay with speaking with Ares again, but at least he can maybe find people here that are okay with Leo being himself. He found one person already.

"Yeah,... that is what I was told when I picked my cabin." Leo shrugged, "you just pick a place and yeah it's yours. It is just that simple." Which, for a camp where demigods live, things are so far. Oddly simple, then one might think.

"But I think since you are good now, I can return to the party and try to meet some more people." Leo made a big smile, "I hope to see you there, and goodbye for now." So Leo started walking back to the party but, as he was walking away. Did he remember something that Amorey should know. Thus, Leo jogged back to Amorey and spoke like he had forgotten something. "Oh yeah, so it turns out that the camp is getting a new leader, I do not know who, and training starts tomorrow. So whatever you do tonight, party or not. I recommend doing some good since who knows how things will be under the new leader, and sorry if this ruins things but, I thought you should know that." Leo let it sit in the air for a moment before saying one final goodbye. "See you later Amorey," he said with warmth and went back to the party.

Interact - Amorey@The Savant | Mentions - N/A

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Sofia watched as Veronica downed her two shots, albeit out of order with the salt and lime. "Take it easy there," Sofia said as she slowly got ready to take her first shot. "Pace yourself, the night is young." Sofia is trying not to sound like a parent, but while she agreed to take shots. She is not in a rush to get some alcohol into her system. That, and she does not want Veronica to get drunk really fast. Sofia did not want to repeat one party she went to, and she had to be the responsible one because her friends got drunk really fast.

After Veronica downed her shots, Sofia went to prepare her first shot, but sight she did not expect to see was happening down the aisle and... Sofia tried not to mouth the words, really. Yes, she has seen people hook up at a party but fricking A, can those two not do it here? So Sofia tried her best to ignore it.

Then a newcomer appeared at the bar. A tall man with brown hair squeezed his way in past Veronica. Which just made Sofia think that right now must be the part of a party where everyone is drinking, since the now-packed bar just got a bit bigger.

"So far, I am having fun." Sofia said, answering the stranger's question as she watched Anatoliy take his shot. Reminding her to take a shot, but she was not in a rush, and with this many people at the bar. She may just wait until things quiet down or people leave.

Sofia had a smile on when he spoke next. "It is no problem, my dude, since everyone wants to take a shot right now it seems, and my name is Sofia, and nice to meet you, Anatoliy." Shaking his hand casually, and when Veronica brought up that he is new to camp. Sofia just had to bring up being a fellow newcomer to camp."Oh, so you are new to camp as well," Sofia had warmth in her voice. "It is nice to meet a fellow newcomer since I also came here today. How are you liking camp so far?"

Interact - Veronica@Fabricator, Anatoliy@The Savant | Mentions - Blair and Ace, Bar Crew

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Hearing about Leo’s stories made her remember her times at the frat clubs with her friends. She was always the responsible one and they joked that she was the “mom” of the group. ‘I didn’t really know what to expect either for camp,’ she confessed while looking around. ‘And I understand having to bail friends out of a party,’ her smile grew as she laughed a little. ‘Friends make things fun and interesting.’

She smiled at his thanks. Being told how the map worked and everything was comforting. She was happy that Leo was nice about it and she looked at it and noticed that there were only a handful left. Amorey decided to pick one at random since it shouldn’t matter too much, right? ‘Thank you for all of your help, I really appreciate it,’ she was very thankful that someone helped her and she didn’t have to bother too many people.

‘Oh, yeah,’ she almost felt a little awkward for assuming that he might accompany her to her cabin. Why did she even expect that? Maybe she was just enjoying how nice the conversations were moving. It was nice to find people who were pleasant and easy to talk to. ‘I’ll definitely be around,’ she felt awkward as she forced that out with finger guns before realizing how stupid she was being.

As he walked away, she looked at the bulletin board, and she started towards the way of her cabin. It was pretty close. Then Leo was running back towards her and she stopped, about to say something, but he was speaking about a new camp leader and training tomorrow. It shocked her. A new leader and training tomorrow? ‘Thank you, that’s really good information to know, Leo. I appreciate that,’ and she began to watch him walk away. ‘See you around,’ she waved bye to him and her face flushed with embarrassment. As she began her way to the cabin, she remembered she took off all her stuff back at the party and sighed.

The woman decided to wait a few minutes before Leo completely disappeared so she could go back to the party, grab her items, and go to her cabin. She didn’t want him thinking she was following him back to the party or anything. Amorey grabbed her items and quickly started looking for her cabin before she found a pretty decent sized place. It most likely had a few rooms. She felt like it was bigger than what she needed. Going up to the steps and entering the place, she was amazed by the decorations, and everything else. Setting down her bag and coat and stuff in the entry room while beginning to explore the place with wonder.

Interactions @Theyra Leo
Status Currently at her cabin alone.

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‘Veronica, that’s a pretty name,’ he gave her a smile while shaking Sofia’s hand, ‘Good to meet you too, Sofia. Both of you have pretty names. I haven’t really heard them before,’ but he could be honest about other people’s names he has heard here too — Anissa, Sloane, and Rocco. Those were names he had never heard before either. They were all special and unique in their own ways. And he chuckled about Veronica’s comment about taking a shot right, ‘Is there really a good or right way to take a shot?’ he must have done the order right and she might have not or maybe she wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to make her feel bad about it.

Then he shrugged a little bit, ‘It’s all about having fun, right?’ That was the whole point of partying, wasn’t it?

Ana nodded his head at Sofia’s question, ‘Got here sometime this morning,’ he confessed while prepping himself for another shot. ‘I was trying to leave but people stopped me,’ it came out and his face twisted when he said it outloud. ‘I didn’t mean that —’ then he lied. ‘Niet, I meant, I did mean that. I didn’t mean to say that outloud, I’m sorry,’ Ana began tripping over his own words and he could feel his face heating up and the alcohol was not helping. He licked more salt off his wrist, took the shot, and bit into another lime with a somewhat uncomfortable groan because this wedge was way more sour than the last one.

‘God… those limes are awful,’ he laughed a little to try and cover up his previous statements. ‘Are you enjoying camp?’ The man was trying to avert to another conversation instead of focusing on his confession.

That was when commotion started happening at the bar and a dirty blonde man was on his knees in front of a pretty woman. They seemed to really enjoy each other and were getting intimate. Anatoliy’s face twisted at the sight, ‘I didn’t realize it was that kind of party,’ his tone showed he was surprised by the events unfolding at the bar — around everyone. It felt more like they were in a club.

As quickly as the events of attraction unfolded, the two were off, and disappearing. His eyes followed them for a few seconds before looking back at the girls he was around. ‘I guess you get to see a little bit of everything at these parties?’ he joked, attempting to ignore what he just saw, and carry on. Anatoliy wouldn’t be surprised if that was a normal thing? Maybe they were a couple of something. By how they were acting, he assumed they knew each other, but he didn’t get the full situation either. Not completely paying attention since he was trying to be social while everything was so loud and almost overwhelming at the same time. He could hear his heart beat in his ears when he focused on it. How loud everyone’s breathing was. How strong everyone smelled, good and bad.

And while he tried calming his senses, he noticed how many people were at the party. No one’s faces were familiar and he was trying to process everything. Then he noticed that Veronica and Sofia smelt really nice but it wasn’t enough to cause him to lean over without self control and sniff them. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be around people he would have a hard time not smelling.

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Interactions Veronica @Fabricator & Sofia @Theyra
Location The bar
Mentions Blair, Ace, barcrowd.

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Nelly had certainly sounded a lot more welcoming to their uninvited guest than Fiona had been, though that hadn’t deterred him much, sadly. Even so, she'd raised her glass and nodded towards him in greeting since Nelly had already given him both of their names. Fiona could only shake her head in amusement and smile over at Nelly while she listened to her confusion at trying to make sense of the stranger’s words and asking to be clued in.

"I love ya Nell, but y’is such a sweet summer child sometimes.” Fiona said with a sigh as she gave the other girl a light pat on the shoulder.

He'd introduced himself to them as Morne before continuing to lavish his charm upon them both, though Fiona narrowed her eyes slightly as he had offered his hand to Nelly but pointedly chose not to do the same to her. Which had felt like an unnecessary dig at her, given this was their first interaction and only served to lower her own interest in anything further.

Fiona looked around the other tables, watching as Iliana took her leave of Duke and headed away, wondering if she ought to bother him herself before Morne drove her completely mad. Already, the sound of his smarmy voice, all honey and lies, was having her plot murder behind her eyes.

‘Can I sit down with you girls? You seem like a great bunch to be around,’ Morne asked them, though clearly directing it more towards Nelly before taking the seat next to her without waiting for a reply. Fiona made a disgruntled harrumph and shrugged her shoulders to signify both her disapproval and disinterest, since while addressing both of them, he’d obviously decided to ignore her each time he talked. She wasn’t massively social, given that most people tended to find her a little too prickly at first glance, but his comments or lack thereof were needling her a little all the same.

‘Also, I am the son of Dionysus. The god of alcohol or whatever, I really don’t care for him, but I guess that might be important at camp? You know? Since like the gods have different reasons for being and everything’

She scoffed at Morne in response "Depends, suppose it might. Though it ough’ta be more important what you’re capable of rather than who your parent fucked. But some a' the gods are favourites and others ain’t. Sadly.”

She cast her gaze back over to Duke in hopes of an escape and was dismayed to see that he’d been joined by another of the existing campers; who she was vaguely sure was called Slorne or Slane? No, that wasn’t it. She’d remembered talking to Nell, well, being talked at by Nell about who was who, even if it was a little hard to follow given the other girls' tendency to race through things. But she’s said her name was Sloane and she was Sylas’s sister, which, looking at her, there were definitely clues to it. She’d never really spoken to Sloane as whenever their paths were due to cross, they always seemed to go other ways around camp, and there was also Sylas’ incensed reaction to her earlier to consider. That could colour Sloane’s view of her negatively, though, hadn’t Nell said something about her and Lochlan having been a thing or something?

Fiona sighed to herself, finished her glass and reached under the table and into one of the shadows to withdraw a bottle from the pair she’d sequestered away earlier and poured herself a fresh one. She hoped that another drink would make Morne slightly more tolerable, after all, she’d already had to force herself not to pull a knife out of her shadowy hiding place instead of the bottle.

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Location: The Bar
Interactions: Roxxy @PatientBean
Mentions: Forest, Elias, and the Degenerates

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Location: Table near the bonfire
Interactions: Sylas (@Mjolnir)
Mentions: River, Sloane

Azariah Willow Child of Hecate * Camp Entrance

Well, she seemed like fun.

Azariah gladly accepted the mead that was pushed towards him. He filled a shot glass with it. Looking at the label, he wondered… Wasn’t mead a Nordic thing, not a Greek thing? Well, with this many people congregating her, supposedly from all over the world, it was no doubt inevitable. It tasted great.

”That is wonderful. Thank you very much,” He said, wearing a grin that was much too sly to fit this situation, matched with eyes that were much too dark. He had something uncanny about him, the way he seemed to be right at home around so many interesting people. All people he never met.

“I’m Lily, what’s your name?”

”Azariah,” He answered, sliding the mead back in her direction. ”I’ve only been here a short while. Probably as long as you. I’ve met only two of these people, tonight. But they’re amusing.”

And, speak of the Devil, there was one of them.

Chariselle showed up again, immediately clocking him. That didn’t surprise him much. He could look like almost anything, and he definitely looked like a lot of things earlier. A bit of mischief here and there never hurt anyone.

”Drinks of all kind, so it seems,” he mused.

"I picked a cabin already when I arrived. Pointed at the map and it sort of...dinged and I guess I claimed it. Do we have to decorate it ourselves or does it come pre-stocked like an Ikea bedroom set? I didn't bring much with me apart from some clothes, but I figured a camp like this, set up to make sure the children of gods were comfortable, would have provided us with at least the bare necessities."

"Mine came pre-furnished. Can't say anything about the others. We can always check and see if yours is, Roxxy."

“Mine did as well," Forest paused as he leaned back. His eye drifted to the left, lingering for a second, before they slid back to the right, lingering for a second, before they returned to the two women, “I reckon I should’a found that more strange than I did when I walked into it. Though it needs a bit of my decorating charm before it’s perfect." And plants. He looked around the room to get a grasp of how the party was shaping up, letting loose a subtle yawn as he did. He wondered if he did not get enough sleep after all that flying yesterday?

"Forest, Roxxy. So what do you like to do when you aren't bringing alcohol to get girls drunk?"

“Pleasure to meet you, Roxxy. Well I spend most of my waking hours on the farm, tending to my garden, and then back to work on the farm. I would be back on the farm ensuring the animals do well through the winter but my Mother insisted I come here. What about you," he paused as he cracked a warm smile and tilted his head slightly to the side. The jest in her voice was very clear, and it kind of reminded him of the humor of those who lived around his area. That casual sarcasm that would get under the skin of those not used to it, but would quickly make you someone's favorite person to go back and forth with. Strangers would assume the two hated each other but, in truth, the friendly jokes and pointed jabs were done in fun, and not in a way to actually hurt one another's feelings. Forest had a feeling he would like to be friends with Roxxy. Suddenly, and without warning, Forest felt a disturbance in the ambiance of the setting. Something was in the wind, something nefarious and disturbing. His eyes caught the look in Roxxy’s, and then he watched as Tess saw whatever it was and sent a look across the group. Forest slowly twisted his head around, inch by inch, dreading whatever sight awaited him at the bar. And slowly, inch by inch, the scene came into frame. A woman on the bar, a man in between her legs, and an unspeakable act coming closer and closer, inch by inch, to reality.

The voice forest made at this sight was nearly silent, and it was not manly. To him it sounded like a cross between a gasp and a higher pitched “hurggh" as a hand covered his mouth and the other was placed on his belly. Disgusting. Perverts. Disgusting perverts. Was everyone here like this? Would someone approach him for something like that? In public? Would… His eyes suddenly and sharply darted back to Roxxy. Would they? He looked back across the bar, trying to avoid the thought. Yet they still shot back towards Tess and narrowed. Surely she wouldn’t? His eyes darted back to the bar trying to find something to latch onto that wasn’t the 'all you can eat buffet' on one end and he ended up making eye contact with a man in the process. “Pretty good stuff. Thanks for sharing.” The man said and for a moment Forest could breathe again. He forced a weak smile as he held the stare with the man for a second longer than he should have but it was better than looking anywhere else and possibly seeing in graphic detail how a baby was made. “Thank," Forest paused as he squinted and exhaled hard, fighting off the last of the nausea, “thank you very much?" His voice was a question even if nothing was asked. The man’s simple gesture had done much to calm the storm in Forest. The thought of those two on the bar started to fade, and he grew more and more sure that they were simply an aberration within the crowd and that no one would have that expectation of him. As his stomach calmed further he looked back to the man who complimented and he was about to invite him over and share the table when suddenly Roxxy spoke up and made his stomach churn once again.

"Ok, well, I don't know about you two, but that is sort of throwing me for a loop, so perhaps we can continue this conversation elsewhere?"

Oh no.

"Oh... uh, yeah... please, let's."

Oh no.

"Just the two of us. We can check out your cabin, and make sure you have a bed for tonight."

Oh noooo......Wait

Forest pulled his attention back on the two girls and examined them more closely than before. He saw the way the two looked at each other as if they were both a free meal after a long day's work. How Tess averted her gaze ever so, flickering around the party as a whole but always finding their way home in Roxxy’s eyes. How Tess had hung on every word that Roxxy said, even if Forest thought it was friendly before he finally understood that it was more. And Forest knew that neither Tess nor Roxxy had looked at him like the way they looked at each other. They weren't trying to make him act like those two at the bar. Forest was not the target of their lust. Finally it hit him. They were trying to fuck. Forest finally exhaled as he thanked the gods and goddesses in turn. He didn't know if he was just tired from the flight, or if it was from the traumatic sight at the bar, but he knew he was starting to think irrationally and not quite like himself. He would do well to turn in for the night here soon and greet the day tomorrow with a fresh mind, and a well rested soul. Forest flashed a quick grin as he stood up, his glass of mead in hand but the bottle of mead remained on the table for the girls to take if they so desired. He looked towards Roxxy and gave her a quick nod of his head, and then back towards Tess and did the same. He held up his glass and offered the two ladies a warm smile. Forest knew that he was not going to stand in the way of love. “You two ladies enjoy your night, you hear," he paused as he took a step back, and gave the two a two-fingered salute off his forehead to say goodbye.

Forest turned around and walked towards the man from before. The man had complimented his drink, and Forest wanted to at least say hello. “Well if I never saw a sight like that again it’ll still be too soon. You been here long? I’m Forest by the way," he paused as he held out his calloused hand towards Elias, “nice to meet you."

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While he didn’t necessarily want her to leave, he gave her the chance to be more social like she had said she wanted earlier. Just because he was a new fledged loner didn’t mean she had to get dragged down with him. Before departing, Iliana suggested who he could talk with for new company himself, thanked him and bidded him a nice night.

"You too." Duke saw Iliana off with a kind smile.

Then he was back to basics. Alone with a table to himself and less than a quarter of food on his plate. He considered Iliana’s suggestion genuinely, looking over at Nelly and Fiona who seemed to be in some converse with a new male like the young demigod said. But he decided against it sure his presence would only throw off whatever pleasantries and free flow conversations were happening in that direction.

"Is this seat taken?"

Duke turned and looked up to see Sloane. They hadn’t interacted much in their time at camp but they were forced to spar that one time. He burned her and she held a blade to him. It was a good match and they both kept it clean which Duke respected but…he didn’t think she’d ever elect his company.

She pulled out the chair. "I’m sorry. I needed… social camouflage," she explained with a tight smile. "You felt like a safe place to hide."

"Sure. Hide out as long as you need," he assured a little slowly, but no less genuinely.

He couldn’t help himself when he checked her over assuring she was physically safe and unharmed first. Signs of bruises or red marks that didn’t belong but she was perfect. Duke was aware safety encompassed more than physical but it was his priority and the rest was her business to disclose.

A small weight dropped on his feet causing Duke’s brows to furrow in confusion briefly and inspect the source. A dog laid across his and Sloane’s feet, unbothered by the choice sleeping location. "Sorry, he’s tired. I can move him if it’s a problem."

"No, it’s fine. " Duke reached down and gave the puppy a gentle scratch with a fond smile. "It’s no bother at all. Besides, it seems like he could use it."

Both Sloane and the puppy were welcome to take reprieve in his company as long as they liked. Next to him he could see Sloane making an effort to gain some composure: A vacant look and chest rising and falling. While the natural occurrence of simply asking what’s wrong or are you okay occurred to him, he decided against it. If she wanted to talk, she would, and she came to him for some sort of shelter so he’d respect that and not prompt any discomfort. They could sit in a comfortable silence for all he cared.

"How are you?" she asked, the first to break the predicted silence. "You know… After the whole box thing and the Valises?" She closed her eyes, seeming to regret her question. "I’m sorry. I just… I can relate. Alex, Ajax… Liam." Her voice trailed off at the last meaningful name.

It initially felt too personal to delve into, but he forgot Sloane went through it too. The sheer abandonment. While Duke didn’t know much of Liam, people could see Sloane and him got close. It was half of her story too. "I know, " he said quietly.

"And, you know, nearly dying to a box full of monsters…"

He flicked up a small smile to suit her awkward laugh and attempt at a topic shift. "Yeah, we’ve both been there too. It’s been intense."

But something brewed within. Duke took in a breath thinking his response would be easy and a simple fine would suffice. But Sloane knew that wasn’t the case and deserved the truth and fellow outlet. "I’m okay but I’m not, " he began thoughtfully. "You know there’s a sadness they left. A feeling of abandonment like it’s personal. Resentment. " He half shrugged. "But I have to try not let it hinder me. "

Duke angled his body towards Sloane slightly. "Now, I know the Valises weren’t the best. They became destructive and unhinged and," Duke waved a hand across some space "a whole lot of stuff. I had their backs through that because I loved them and thought I owed them something. They were like family. But they chose Olympus. " Duke didn’t mean to unload on the girl and was surprised in his own honestly, but he never got to talk about it out loud before and it was easier talking to a kindred spirit about it he supposed.

Duke didn’t like to bitch or moan and usually just got on with things but the Valises left a hole for him and a mixed bag of emotions. He wasn’t entirely sure why they even left. To become proteges to a god that would never retire?

This time, Duke looked at the table running his hand along the groves and cleared his throat. "Did you…did you love Liam?" Like her, he instantly regretted what departed his mouth. He hesitated knowing it was wrong and still went ahead. He glanced at Sloane. "You don’t have to answer that. Sorry. " He frowned deeply.

Now it was his awkward fumble for recovery and a different subject. "At least it’s showed our perseverance. " He still needed something less deep and that they could talk about with more ease. "I don’t think I ever found the time to thank you for finding the box, by the way. Those monsters were strong. I didn’t expect it to be easy, and you’d think it would have been a mismatch, " he said as he opened his palms where his fire could spawn from best, "but I had some forest nymph and a leshen. The vines were like whips and constraining, they pinned most my body I almost didn’t get out in time. " Duke raised his chin to expose his throat where the faintest line of a mark was left from his encounter. "See? Barely made it. " Then his lips transformed to a smile as he looked down at her, hoping Sloane would know they could make a mockery out of his scratch and whole situation.

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Returning to the party, Heath came near the dance floor to see people using it. He saw Andy dancing with a new guy just in time to see Mason get involved and heard the new guy get a bit angry. He couldn't fault either man, but Mason didn't have to get physical either. He made a mental note to check on the guy later. Right now he was hungry. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Chariselle head straight for the bar. Seeing his beer was almost gone, he took one last drink of it and decided to have one more beer and that be it. He hoped Iliana was doing okay and that's when he saw her approaching another new camper, one who he saw earlier. As he headed for the bar, he instantly stopped and it took all of his will power to keep his mouth shut. He just saw his other sister, Blair. What in the gods name was she wearing?! Chariselle's outfit was seductive, but this was pushing it! Lochlan was there with her and didn't seem too bothered since they were drinking shots. Finally his brain started working again. If Blair wanted to make the fairer sex melt (or any lesbians), she totally was dressed for it. This point was proven when she headed straight towards another camper, who looked new too. He looked like he was already a goner before she even got to him. Not wanting to see the outcome of THAT, Heath quickly headed for the bar. Seeing Lochlan interacting with Evelyn, he didn't bother them as he grabbed himself another Scottish beer.

After that, he headed for the food bar. Grabbing a plate, he filled up and got a couple of his shortbread cookies before looking for a place to sit. He saw Nelly and Fiona with a brand new arrival from the looks of it since he had gear with them. Sloane was with Duke. But then his eyes landed on Anissa and Sylas. Deciding to update Anissa, he headed for their table.

"Pardon the interruption. Anissa, I just want to let you know that Anatoliy got his guitar back. So you don't have to worry about that," Heath said before turning to Sylas.

"Evening Sylas, nice to see you're doing well now. If it's okay if I sit with the two of you? Have both of you ate anything yet?"

Heath still didn't have handle on Sylas, but he figured now was a better time than ever to see if he could get to know the guy. In the past he only watched him and some of the events that included him, from his trial to his duel. He definitely had heard how bad Sylas got it.

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Iliana saw the guy try to hide his emotions, but she still felt them. She wondered what caused him to be on edge. While she knew it was none of her business, she still wished she could pinpoint his emotions, but there was only so much she could do since she didn't know the guy. She did know the closer she got to someone, the easier it was to pick up on certain emotions. Heath was a perfect example of that, despite how quiet he could be at times. However there were those with natural barriers. The few times she met Athena, yeah, no chance of her reading her.

The guy in front of her finally introduced himself as River and held out his hand. Trying to keep eye contact, Iliana shook his hand. Interesting name for sure. It reminded her of Ocean. Still, just because 2 demigods had similar names didn't mean they were related. After releasing his hand, Iliana tried to think of what to say next.

"Have you gotten settled at camp yet. I've been here for several months now, so I know a few things, but not as much as others. We just rebuild the camp after an incident. Our parents left us a note this morning to expect new campers and a new leader. I think training is going to pick back up again too. Don't know when, but you best be ready for that. Have you gotten anything to eat yet?"

It was at that moment she felt something new, and it was also intense, but she could describe the feeling. Turning her head, she saw something she never saw before and her face instantly turned red. It was Blair and some guy in a . . . suggestive position. Now she knew what she was feeling, lust, from both of them. Her emotions flared up in a new way as flowers started popping up through the ground and snow and it spread out around her and River. Her pendant lit up and it subdue her powers again. Breathing deeply, Iliana tore her eyes away from Blair and the guy and looked back at River. Her face was still as red as an apple.

"Sorry . . I am empathic and am trying to learn how to control my powers better. My mother is Demeter. I am just glad I didn't cause it to storm or get colder. I hope to get help from the new leader. Whoever it is, I hope he or she is good at training."

She really wanted to improve too. Her mother told her that once she gained full control of her abilities, she wouldn't need the pendant anymore.

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Nelly took a quick glance at Fiona and could see she had put a wall up. It was one of things she picked up on as she got to know her better. Nelly hoped her friend would eventually relax, but she wasn't going to force it. If she got more uncomfortable though, Nelly would do her best to change the situation. Not everyone was as used to adapting to new people like her.

Refocusing on Morne, she smiled as he commented on their names. She liked her full name, but it just never really suited her, it sounded elegant, and she was definitely not that. Still it was the name her mother gave her, so she still liked it to some extent.

"I've been here for several months. So if you do have any questions about camp, I'll do my best to answer them."

She should probably help him find a cabin at least. But seeing how he just got here, he might be a bit tired. Morne then revealed his divine parent, which caused Nelly's eyes to open wide. This was definitely the first time one of his kids showed up to her knowledge, but then again, she didn't know if there had been other campers outside of Andy, Mason, Wes, and a few others from last year.

"Oh, Dionysus huh? How cool! I guess you really know your alcohol huh? My dad is Hermes. The messenger of the gods, known for being fast. I once did race him, didn't have a chance hehe, but I am still pretty fast. Fiona here can vouch for that. And yeah, you can join us."

She gave her friend a smile, trying to get her involved in the conversation. She did recall how she saved Fiona thanks to her speed, despite still getting injured in the process. She wouldn't regret it though. Nelly wouldn't have been able to live with herself if she had abandoned Fiona to that snake. She might have a nice scar on her shoulder blade area, but she gained a friend in the process.

She caught Morne looking in another direction and looked that way too. She saw two more campers. One she recognized that morning who had interacted with Duke. He was helping another camper with her luggage. Another new arrival huh? Looking at Morne, she wondered if he knew the female.

"Hey, Earth to Morne. You still there? Do you know those campers?" she asked while waving a hand in front of his face.

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Mentions: Blair, Ace, Anissa, Roxxy, Tess

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“Well, Azariah,” she paused as she let her eyes drift down his face, lingering on his lips for just a second, before coming back up to his eyes. Lily was well aware that he was quite literally one of her types, but she wanted to play it cool tonight, at least as it stood. “You seem quite amusing yourself. There is something about you that I can’t quite place,” she paused as she looked at him over again, taking a mental note of how his body was positioned, and the way he relaxed. His form would be a fantastic asset. “Maybe I can figure it out what it is with a few more drinks,” she paused as she downed her drink and poured another glass. Her eyes monitored his for any sign of disinterest, boredom, and anything else that might derail her plans to learn this trick, though she felt like she might just prefer to get lost in them instead.

She would have continued with this mission yet her attention was pulled away by the sight of long legs and a body draped in the most sultry of dresses. The children of the gods, on full display before her, and she was not disappointed in the slightest.

"Well hello again sweetness," the woman said towards Azariah, and Lily hid her smirk. These two had a history. "Pleasure to see you back here and not indisposed anymore. And, well, hello to you as well gorgeous."

“Gorgeous,” Lily thought to herself. A cheap compliment coming from a woman who was quite gorgeous herself. Normally, Lily would lap up the attention but she was interrupting her game. "Didn't mean to interrupt. Or maybe I did." Lily watched as a wicked grin crossed the womans face and Lily realized that she wasn’t the only one playing it tonight. Were there others like her at this camp? Another daughter of Apate? Or was she the child of some other chaos gremlin of a god? Still, the woman caught her interest. "Name's Chariselle, but you can call me later, if you'd like. This one knows." Lily suddenly wondered if the next words out of the woman's mouth would be ‘hey, we saw you from across the bar and,’ or some variation of that line which she has heard a million times before. It wouldn’t be the worst welcome wagon to the camp, and Lily let her eyes drag over Chariselle’s body for a prolonged moment before rising to the occasion and finding themselves lost in her counterparts."I take it you are new here too? I would have remembered seeing your face before. Hard to miss." This woman was laying it on thick and Lily had, thus far, managed to keep a relatively straight face as she observed the way the woman talked and carried herself.

"Did someone mention drinks? I could use one. The night has been so draining so far."

“Gorgeous,” Lily paused as she repeated the earlier line and adopted a sly grin of her own, “high praise coming from someone who looks like,” Lily took a second pause as she let her eyes wander once again, before they returned up and locked onto the other woman, “you.” Lily could feel a chaotic aura coming off from this woman and she felt intoxicated in it. While there was no magic that affected her judgment, Lily was weak to women who talked the way this one did. “You can call me Lily, or whatever you’d want. I’m easy,” Lily paused as she took another drink, letting her words linger for just a second, “like that,” Lily let her eyes linger on Chariselle before they shifted back towards Azariah, and then back to Cariselle. “I snagged a bottle from the boy scout over there,” she paused as she used her eyes to point towards the mead bringer before slowly bringing them back onto her focus.

Lily reached behind the bar and grabbed another clean glass and placed it on the bartop between Azariah and herself. Lily kept her eyes on Cariselle as she poured the drink with her other hand. Without pulling her focus off the woman Lily poured a fair amount of the mead into the glass with nary a spilled drop. She placed the bottle down next to it with a soft *thud*The space between Lily and Azariah was not as close as it could be, but it would be a tighter fit for Cariselle if she wanted to get to the drink that was for sure. She knew that the two had history, a brief history by the sounds of it as Azariah was also new, so Lily wondered if she was easy as well? It was time to see what she would be willing to do to keep up with Lily. If she wanted to flirt, the two could play that chaotic game. Lily leaned back on the bar as she let another sly grin cross her face, “It is quite tasty,” she paused as she suddenly caught sight of a couple on the bar, “the mead that..that is.”

Lily squinted as she was initially caught off guard by what she saw. Oh my god, that girl was about to be eaten out in front of everyone. Normally, a horny guy would at least have the decency to try and find that paradise by the dashboard lights instead of in front of a crowd. Something about the anxiety of performing in front of a crowd always pushed them to find a safe place to hide away in. Not whomever that was. She watched as his head inched closer, and closer, and closer still to the promised land it sought. Lily was disgusted. Not because of the act, no Lily assumed that was only natural for alcohol soaked demi-gods. In all honesty, she was more surprised more of the demi-gods weren't already doing the same. At least, if the stories about their parents were to be believed. No, Lily was disgusted because she could feel the chaotic energy flowing forth from the two and into the crowd. Her eyes darted throughout the crowd and saw various hues of embarrassed, disgusted, turned on, and confused. They were a sight to behold and it seemed no one could look away. No doubt this sight would become the defining moment of the party and there was nothing Lily could do in such short order to capture that high.

Lily’s eyes squinted even further as they returned to the pair. Did they know that Lily was here to bring chaos? Did they figure it out and decided to steal her thunder? There was no way they did not know given what they were doing. They must have seen her steal the beer earlier, figured out her plots, and plotted in turn to usurp her joy. Those fucking assholes wanted to fuck each other on the bartop to spite her. There was a pecking order to the pecking and Lily felt near the bottom of it, and that would not do. No, Lily knew that those two would need to be punished for their transgressions. They would be her first targets. The man, and the woman, would soon learn to regret this night. Yet, despite this, Lily maintained her composure on the surface. There was not a muscle twitch or flared nostril to be seen.

“Oh my,” Lily looked to Azariah, and then back to Cariselle, using her free hand to point towards the fucking assholes, “who are those two,” she paused again, letting a false embarrassed sense wash over her allowing her cheeks to redden ever so. She needed to figure out who her targets were, she needed to figure out every last minute detail about who they were. And she needed to befriend both to fall into their orbit.

“I can’t believe I didn’t want to come here.”

The man was still convulsing when they wheeled him out.

His face had gone pale, emptier. His lips were parted in a frozen moan, his pupils blown wide as if he’d stared straight into a god and couldn't come back from it. Jordan stood behind the velvet rope, one arm covering her chest, stage glitter still clinging to the sweat on her skin. The club had been cleared to a low murmur. The thumping music silenced. The red strobe lights faded into static gloom. Jordan watched as the paramedics pressed pads to his chest and whispered commands, the scent of alcohol and antiseptic mixing with the heat still rolling off her body. Her stage name echoed faintly through the space, ‘Divine’, like a cruel joke.

No one knew why he nearly died. But she did. She’d lost control. Midway through the final chorus of Sextape and meeting that man’s eyes, she'd pushed too far. She was heartbroken, hollowed out, and let her power spiral just a little. Just enough to tip the edge. She hadn’t meant to drown the poor man in pleasure so potent it short circuited his nervous system.

Yet here she was.

Backstage, the air was cold and sterile. The noise of the sirens had already faded into the city night. The other girls were quiet. Some watched her. Most didn’t. They were used to drama, but not this. Not the way Jordan just stood in front of her mirror, robe still open, eyes red but dry. Her makeup had smudged down one cheek. She sat at her vanity, hands shaking. Her reflection looked unfamiliar. Her gaze fell to the bottle. A deep violet glass, cork sealed with gold wax. the crude label written in Greek, but immediately understandable to her:

_{“Drink this when you’re ready. -D”}

Jordan didn’t hesitate. With trembling fingers she unscrewed the cap, brought it to her lips, and drank the entire thing like it was nothing. The taste was of dark fruit and copper. Sweetness turned sour halfway down her throat. It burned, then cooled, and then tingled. She stood gasping, breath caught in her chest, fingertips twitching as her entire world melted.

The air rippled around her in waves of heat and ivy. The mirror cracked like ice. The bulbs exploded in blooming flowers. The concrete floor beneath her heels shifted, becoming cool snow.

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As Jordan stood before the gates of Camp Athens, the world shimmered with contradiction. Snowflakes drifted lazily from a sky too soft for storms, while an invisible warmth pulsed from somewhere deep within the camp. The cold kissed her shoulders, but it didn't bite. She adjusted her stance, one heel crunching into the snow-laced stone path. Before stepping through the threshold, she paused at the reflection of herself in a patch of still water beneath the gate. The mirror was cast by melted snow. Her eyeliner had smudged beneath her lower lashes, mascara drying in faint streaks across her cheekbones, proof of a night she'd rather erase. She knelt, dipped two fingers into the icy pool, and wiped her face clean in one stroke, slow and precise.

Beyond the gate, Camp Athens came alive with laughter and distant music. A bonfire cracked and howled in the heart of it all. She stood just beyond the firelight, watching the others drinking in joy, lust, and power. No one noticed her yet. She was glad, as she took in the casual clothing of most of the campers. Jordan was now happy for her last minute change out of her stage costume, or lack thereof rather. She wore a black halter dress, backless and cut to tease every inch of the eye. The front was a cascade of black feather-like velvet, wild and unruly, climbing over her chest. The texture shimmered with movement, brushing against her as if it were alive. Below the waist, the dress hugged her hips sculpting her silhouette. The edges of her long dark hair shimmered faintly in the magical warmth, strands catching light from the bonfire.

That’s when she saw him. Still walking like he carried the world’s sins in his pockets. Jordan watched as the girl approached him at the bar, all legs and laughter. She was bold, teasing, confident in the way only someone who hadn’t yet been burned by Ace could be. Jordan didn’t flinch, even when Blair pressed in close enough to brush her lips across his. Salt, shot, citrus. Lips, tongue, teeth. The ache in her chest was familiar, dull but manageable. She’d already drowned in it once. She wouldn’t do it again. Let him fall into the same old patterns. Let him kiss girls he’d never call back. Let him mistake distraction for healing. Jordan had offered him her truth back in that alley, the hope in her heart. Her goodbye. And he’d walked away. It was no longer her burden to carry. Ace was a storm. Beautiful, wild, but destructive. But, Jordan was tired of getting caught in the rain.

The warmth of the magical fire kissed her skin as she passed it, weaving deeper into the throng of the party. With Ace and Blair swallowed by the crowd and out of sight, Jordan finally allowed herself to exhale. She wasn’t going to make tonight about old wounds, or ghosts. She moved with confidence toward the bar, ready to lose herself in the clinking of glasses, the murmur of strangers, and the sharp bite of a well earned drink. For the first time in a long while, she was here to enjoy a night on her own terms.

Marlen Ross Child of Apollo * Camp Entrance

The conversation around the bonfire didn’t really go anyway. Perhaps Marlen had simply ran their mouth too much, or made an ass of themselves by admitting how little they knew. Or maybe the unsolicited ukulele was the nail. Either way, the vibe seemed to shift mere moments after River left. Some people just couldn't keep up a conversation, or handle the slightest nudge beyond their comfort zone, and that was okay. Some people just couldn't handle food seasoned with more than table salt, either. Marlen lingered in that spot for a moment, and began to notice something... Where the heck was everyone? There were more people bouncing around this way and that earlier, not so many now. They weren't all going home, and apparently there was something happening at midnight that kept people awake that long, so clearly something was afoot.

Marlen like it when something was afoot. They also liked finding out what.

So they stood up and tossed the ukulele into the bonfire. When the fires engulfed it, it vanished from sight. Not burned, not ruined, not turned into ash, just gone. They noted a person or two heading off in yonder direction, so that was where they headed next. The warmth of the fire trailed away and replace with the cold again. Things seemed quiet, for a place like this. Marlen half expected people to be scampering around every square inch, but it appeared people were just flocking into groups as people tended to do. Marlen didn't know most or even any of them, really. People were... Well, people.

As far as they could tell, the bar was where people were, right now. Marlen wasn't a big alcohol enjoyer, but, hey, it was a big night. So they slid up to a corner of the bar and caught a scruffy-looking dude handling shots and bottles. As one did, behind the counter. This place was pretty damn packed, actually. It seemed that the vast majority of these demigod kids were gonna enter the new year on their asses with a glass held high for the moon. After all, what better way to christen a new chapter of one's life than to wake up on the first of January, with a raging hangover and a spontaneous regret for all those resolutions?

Marlen took a seat next to someone who wasn't sat down.

"Hey, bar-man," They greeted. "What's a fella gotta do around here to get some water around here?"