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[color=gray][indent]The remainder of Ariana and Pallas’ lunch was spent getting to know each other’s lives before arriving at camp. The young woman excitedly told her companion all about her lavish existence in Beverly Hills: her big family, her mortal hobbies, how she’d traveled to many different places but never lived anywhere besides her exclusive gated community, her college experience, etc. On his end, the reserved Pallas had briefly shared that his father was a police officer in Baltimore, and that an unnamed event had pushed them further and further away until finally settling in New York. He didn’t seem too keen to dive into anything more personal than that, so Ariana respected his boundaries and opted to change the subject instead. With the conversation now shifted onto their powers and abilities, the man seemed to open up to Ari. He went on about his physical training, which included a laundry list of martial arts that she had and hadn’t heard of before, before mentioning his proficiency with staffs and swords and expressing his interest in “getting good with a spear here at camp”, because he thought that it’s where his strengths will be. The brunette had listened with genuine curiosity and interest, even if she was unable to relate to Pallas. Any “physical training” of hers came from years of gymnastics and cheerleading, so additional physical and weaponry skills that could be useful in a fight would have to be learned during her time at camp– something she truly wasn’t looking forward to no matter how much her companion seemed to hype it up. Once they finished their meal and conversation seemed to settle into content silence, the two demigods departed the dining hall, but not before making plans to reunite at a later time for Ariana’s first history lesson. Goodbyes and parting pleasantries were exchanged, and the young woman braved the cold in her pink coat to find solace in the sanctity of her cabin.

Upon careful examination of her surroundings once she’d arrived at her living quarters for the foreseeable future, Ariana could confirm that her birth mother was certainly a woman of impeccable taste. The entire cabin was decorated in whites, pinks and golds, with beige tile flooring carrying throughout the building. A modern fireplace was the focal point of the cozy living room, and a beige sectional with matching decorative pillows occupied most of the space. Sparkling white quartz countertops and a backsplash made out of small, white, iridescent tiles were the highlights of the small kitchen, while white cabinets with gold hardware offered the young woman storage for her snacks, cutlery and dishware. The stainless steel stove itself wouldn’t get much action from her (Ariana’s cooking skills were even more trash than her performance in the arena), but the matching fridge, microwave and dishwasher would see plenty of it. The materials in the kitchen were also utilized in the bathroom, where a detachable rain showerhead and a white ceramic tub would provide ultimate relaxation. The pink bedroom was as grandiose and luxurious as the one she had at home, with champagne-colored accents and a glass chandelier reminiscent of the Palace of Versailles. A small patio with a furniture set and what Ariana suspected was a hot tub could be seen from the window– a feature that she planned to test out sooner rather than later.

But the pièce de résistance of the whole cabin was the closet: a large, boutique-like space of light oak, glass and gold hardware with shelving, storage and display spaces ready to be occupied by Ari’s designer wardrobe. The breathtaking room included a crystal chandelier, floor-length mirrors and even a vanity facing one of the windows for makeup application with natural lighting. The girl’s hazel eyes lit up in excitement at the sight, already picturing the way she would fill every square inch of the place while organizing her vast collection of clothing, accessories and cosmetics. With how picky she was and how much luggage she’d brought to camp, it wouldn’t be a quick task, but the end result would be magazine-worthy.

But first, a long, relaxing bubble bath was calling her name.
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