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[color=86a8ad]"Good morning campers. This is your new leader, River, speaking. It is currently 7:30 a.m. on January 1st. Your first training will begin in one hour at 8:30 a.m. in the arena. Please arrive promptly and dress accordingly."[/color] 

Veronica woke with a start as the voice of their new, self-proclaimed leader filled her cabin. She was only mildly groggy after last night and having slept through a couple of alarms before the announcement. But with a firm deadline only an hour away, she pushed herself to get up and dressed, since she didn’t want to miss the training, even if she wasn’t exactly keen on doing it. 

Sitting up, she turned and swung her legs over the side of the bed before sliding her feet into a pair of slippers and standing up. She picked up and put on a thick dressing gown that was hanging on the door to the bathroom, which she tied tightly around herself since the air was chilly despite the cabin itself being fairly warm overall. It still wasn’t as warm as if she’d just remained wrapped up in bed. 

She headed downstairs with the goal of having a good breakfast to ensure she’d be at her best for training. Or she would at least have something lining her stomach since it felt like it was still doing somersaults since last night. She still couldn’t quite believe she’d actually just kissed him, and she hoped it was something he’d enjoyed as well. Though her resolve had failed her, even if when he’d put his hand on her waist, she’d almost just melted against him; and would have if he hadn’t released her. She had spent the entire mad dash back to her cabin cursing herself for having run, and at least an hour after she got back, half hoping he would have chased her back before finally giving in and going to bed.  

Having become lost in last night's event and overanalysing her own actions, her thoughts had gotten completely stuck to the point where she had been standing in front of the open fridge for at least ten minutes. Making a disgruntled cry like a raptor, which caused her smile to herself as she picked up the milk and a bottle of orange juice that she set on the bench before filling a glass of juice. 

Once she had her drink, she poured herself a bowl of cereal she’d found in the cupboard, something similar to Smacks if she could guess, though the box didn’t look familiar and was written in Greek. She dropped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster on the counter and started munching on the first part of her breakfast while the next part cooked. Once the toast was ready and had popped, she grabbed a jar of chilled strawberry jam from the fridge and returned the juice and milk before sorting a plate for her toast. 

After finishing her breakfast, she left her dishes and glass resting in the sink, half hoping the cabin would magically clean them while she was out but fully expecting them to have multiplied instead; though she’d never really tested it as the main hall did it all magically and she usually cleaned everything first in the cabin but time was starting to get away from her. Dashing back upstairs, throwing her dressing gown onto the bed, and kicking off her slippers as she passed, she turned the shower on and opened her phone to play some music. Partly because she loved her music, but mainly to help her keep time as she jumped into the scalding hot water.  

Veronica had set her phone to a random playlist, which clearly had plans to delay her as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEK7Vt5X7CU]Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams[/url] began to play, and as she sang along to the words, she couldn’t help but think back again to last night. Doing her best not to get lost in wishful thinking or criticising herself for chances not taken, she hurried through getting clean; otherwise, it may not have been just the mirror that got steamy. Within minutes, she left the shower, wrapped a towel around herself, then tried to think what would be best to wear as she dried off. 

While she was drying her hair, she stood in front of the mirror, mentally going through her options while she reshaped clothing on and off as she thought about what would be best for training, since she had no idea what exactly River would be having them do. She had to keep chastising herself because whenever her thoughts drifted back to last night, her outfit choices kept becoming a little tighter, shorter or generally more revealing. She kept half-wondering which would appeal to Lochlain and had to force herself to refocus on what would be best for training instead rather than trying to seduce her fellow demigod. 

She eventually settled on a sports bra, tank top, loose yoga pants and a pair of trainers, which would mean she wouldn’t overheat if training became intense. Though as the camp temperature would have most likely gone back to normal, she did make sure to pick up her denim jacket from last night as she was about to leave, and she was thankful for having done so, as it was a cold walk, half jog to the arena. At least till she got there and there was a sudden increase in temperature, making her wish she’d brought a bottle of water with her or something. 

The obstacle course looked rather intimidating to her as she looked it over, making her feel uncertain about how the training was going to go for them all, and her in particular. She did her best to glance around, trying to spot if a certain someone had arrived, making a concentrated effort to look nonchalant about it if he was. Instead, she spotted Iliana and Nelly sitting on one of the benches, so she gave the pair a wave, same when she spotted Wes further back and half thought about going to join him, but thought better of it as he seemed a little withdrawn. She instead headed over to where her new friend from the night before was seated next to a tall redhead she wasn’t familiar with. 

[color=B300B3]”Hey Sofia, sorry again for running off last night.”[/color] She smiled at her friend, and blushed a little in embarrassment before turning to Leo [color=B300B3]”Hello, I’m Veronica, I’m guessing you’re another new arrival? How are you both feeling about this training? Looks a little daunting to me at least.”[/color] She took a seat on the bench next to Sofia as they waited for the training to start.

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Her dream was a confused mismatch of images that she knew and those she didn’t. She’d been falling down what felt like an endless pit where the walls were dotted with cracked mirrors or distorted windows that looked out onto places that were as familiar as they were unknown, with faint overlapping sounds crying out to her as she passed. Much of what she saw would have turned her stomach if it wasn’t already being thrown about as much as she was in her descent.  

As she spun through the air, trying and failing to orient herself, she thought she could catch snippets of a rather bored and smarmy voice echoing around her from the that she passed. Something about the voice seemed to raise a mixture of emotions from her, and she distinctly found herself wishing for a weapon with which to silence the source of the voice.

At last, she found herself approaching the shadowy figure that was constantly taunting her with barbed words, and she'd finally be rid of their incessant insults and half-veiled threats. Often her nights were filled with a feeling of regret over past actions, yet whatever this misplaced memory or new conjuration was, she felt far from mournful at the thought of silencing them. 

As she closed the distance between them and could almost taste their blood on her tongue, everything shattered into a million pieces.

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[color=86a8ad]"Good morning campers.”[/color] 

The dream broke apart as a voice reverberated throughout the cabin, jolting Fiona back into wakefulness. This was accompanied a fraction of a second later by a meaty thud as she’d rolled straight out of bed to land flat on the wooden floor, where she resigned herself to remain as she continued to listen to their vindictively early wakeup call. 

[color=86a8ad]"This is your new leader, River, speaking. It is currently 7:30 a.m. on January 1st. Your first training will begin in one hour at 8:30 a.m. in the arena. Please arrive promptly and dress accordingly."[/color] 

She was struggling to maintain a grasp on consciousness, her eyes flickering open and closed as they blearily tried their best. There was an irony to the fact that this was to be their first day of training, and she was already feeling a bit like a training academy herself, given that parts of her kept passing out. No doubt there’d be plenty of that to come for everyone else, depending on whether this new leader of theirs would be going easy on them or not. 

After she’d pushed herself up off the floor, yawned and cleared the sleep from her eyes, she started on a few stretches to try and bring back a little bit of wakefulness to her muscles. Fiona pulled on a slightly oversized t-shirt that came down to around just above her knees and slowly plodded downstairs towards the kitchen of her cabin. She was very thankful that the hob was electric, though she didn't dwell on the thought too long because then there’d be the question of where it was coming from exactly; and while gas would probably have her wondering the same, that would have live flame, which she would much rather do without. 

Grabbing a frying pan, a bread bun, butter and several cuts of bacon, she set about making herself a good morning bacon breakfast roll. The bacon sizzled away in the pan while she buttered the bread and poured herself a glass of milk, and took a quick swig of whiskey from an open bottle by the sink. When the bacon was nice and crispy, she made sure to lather the bun with brown sauce, set it on a plate and piled it high; then she squished it together before munching away in satisfaction. Once she’d finished the roll and milk, she downed her coffee, then washed up the knife, plate, cup and glass she’d used before heading back upstairs to grab a quick shower and get dressed. 

She was a slightly off-balance whirlwind as she quickly dried herself off after the shower and picked out her outfit for today, having settled on a black turtleneck, jeans with knee-high suede boots. She then also applied a light ring of black eyeshadow around her eyes before going back downstairs. On her way, she picked up the pan she’d used and left to cool and gave it a quick rinse in the sink before leaving it to soak.

As she had a little time, she made herself a fresh cup of coffee in a travel mug, similarly topped off with whiskey as her first one had been, as it was getting closer to half eight. As it was still the middle of winter, she grabbed a [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/9e6aeb508d89.jpg]jumper[/url] from the closet by the door and then left the jumper open at the front, making sure to slip her freshly filled flask into the pocket of the jumper before heading out. 

It didn’t take her long to get over to the Arena, and while the air was definitely cold when she left her cabin, it was once again close to stifling almost the moment she stepped into the arena itself, not helped by the sip of coffee she’d taken as she crossed the threshold. As she looked around, it was obvious that their new leader had clearly been busy, though it was a lot to have accomplished so quickly and for a son of Poseidon. Fiona was wondering if camp or the gods had perhaps helped in that regard when she spotted Andy asleep on a bench, which could mean she’d helped, though she was hardly the only camper dozing in the arena, but if she had, that would be interesting, and rather hilarious if their new leader couldn’t pull this off himself.  

Walking further into the arena, she approached a pair of campers who were already there and waiting. [color=024B30]"Morning, Nell, and Iliana”[/color], she quickly added the other girl's name to her greeting, having almost forgotten to mention her before continuing. [color=024B30]”How’re ya both doing? Also, bollocks to that though.”[/color] Fiona grumbled as she greeted her friend and Iliana, seated next to her, with a half-hearted nod towards the obstacle course. After taking a sip of her whiskey with coffee and she continued to walk past and up towards the back stands.  

She’d intended to check in on Blair, since while not siblings by blood, they were technically something akin to that, so her plan had been to make a bit of an effort to get to know her. She was half wondering whether she ought to have brought a second coffee with her, but as she reached the other girl, she had to stifle a laugh as Blair was utterly passed out. Which, in hindsight, was completely understandable given how far gone she was must have been last night, though Fiona had only vaguely registered at the time. Instead of waking Blair, as that wouldn’t earn her any friends, she settled down on the bench next to hers as quietly as she could. 

[i][color=024B30]"Poor lass.”[/color][/i] she whispered, trying not to wake her, and half contemplating making a pillow with her jumper and following Blair’s lead, as there was a little bit before training was due to start.

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