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[center]Child of Apollo	*	Camp Entrance
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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 [i]clearly[/i] 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 [i]gone.[/i] 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, [i]people.[/i]

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.

[color=87E3FF]"Hey, bar-man,"[/color] They greeted. [color=87E3FF]"What's a fella gotta do around here to get some water around here?"[/color]