Location: Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Brynn @Moro Corona @Zenritch
Pierre still wasn't certain such a lofty design would be possible- but he was more than willing to admit that schmatics and metal work were two skills he couldn't compete with with the children of Athena, and Hepatus. They simply had more gifts in that area then he did. He listened to Corona's words, but still couldn't see how the machine would transform, like... well, a transformer. There was a reason why such things were left to the movies, or TV. Fantasy... Still, perhaps in a few years they could have such things. Technology, after all, was advancing in a sometimes frightening amount these days.
Pierre wasn't one to tear people down. This project was, quite obviously, something important to Corona, and that was enough for him to at least try and help. Even if he couldn't add much input, well, he'd still do his best. He flicked a glance to Brynn, wondering what she thought of it, before glancing back to the schematics. Corona would have to deal with a lot of issues coming up, not to mention a lot of work- but she always did seem energetic.
"Does it reposition automatically, or do yuou have to do it? How would it reposition automatically? You want it to, I assume, reassamble quickly." He said, looking back up to Corona and Brynn.
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Location:Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Alina Leora Kim @King Kindred
Jamie couldn't help but smile- it was easy to find out what the others campers liked, and easy enough to grab what they might want. Jamie enjoyed slipping things to the other campers here and there, it made her happy in a world where not much seemed to do so anymore. Jamie grabbed ahold to anything they could to keep from sinking into the darkness that often seemed to plague them, the tiredness, the lack of energy to do anything they enjoyed. Jamie chuckled at her words, "There's enough dogs or dog like creatures here that I always grab a few treats for them on my trips out." Jamie shifted, and began to search their way through the saddle bags, coming out with some bones.
"The coke cokes are getting hard to find. Been toying with the idea of actually stealing the original receipe. It's in some vault in the company somewhere, I heard." Jamie said, rumaging through the bags some more before coming out with a can, somewhat faded- showing its age. "Got plenty of sweets. Some other goodies." Jamie could keep on taking things out, but it would probably be easier for Alina to come search through.
"Here, come have a look, see what you want. Avoid the pet bag, it's got a variety of things..,, none you'd want to eat."
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Location: Ares Cabin, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit!
Talon nearly skidded on the saw dust on the bag- and had no doubt who it was from. He had to hope that he could still get in and out... Someone would have heard the door shutting- it was too late to turn back. He was not a coward. Really? a part of him thought as he tried to climb the stairs as quietly as possible, so why are you sneaking about, then?. He tried to ignore That part, but it twinged at him. He seemed to hover at the top of the stairs a moment, before starting to turn towards his bedroom. He could escape...
The time with Valeria, although not really much... It had brought him a sembelance of peace, something he didn't have often... And he didn't want to hurt anyone. As he shoved his hands further into his pockets, slouching some more, he once more brushed the balm Valeria had given him. She had healed him... she hadn't said anything about the old injuries... she'd just smiled. How the fuck could any smile... ? Could anyone be cheerful like t his, in this fucked up world? She been excited about skipping rocks.
And had gave him some healing ointment, purely because she had been worried about him. And he could, grudingly, say that she hadn't expected anything in return. He bit his lip, pulling out the healing balm. If the bag was anything to go by... Talon gritted his teeth, sighing heavily. He hated himself. There was no changing that. But he'd hate himself more if he didn't do it. Still, he stood at the top of the stairs for a few moments, before he turned towards Octavia's door, hesitating still.
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Location:infirmary, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Vivian Lucasta @metanoia, Zane Blacklight @Theyra
It was a semblance of control, and one Kalinda knew was false. Yet having it gave her something to focus on, besides worry for her sister, or for what might happen to the camp if Erin and those going on the quest with her failed. It helped keep her together, instead of seeking to hunt up things she shouldn't. She'd been down the spiral road before- she wasn't going to again. She seized what she could hold on to- and let her mind focus on it. it would be fun. it always was, until she ended up hating herself even worse.
She sighed softly, staring at what she had gathered. It didn't seem enough. Oh, most quests or jobs ended up with very little injury- the campers had gotten better the more they had gone out- but something like this, something major? Kalinda doubted they could prepare them for all of what could happen. And that was what had her staring at the items, the salves, bandages, pain killers and other various drugs she had access to, the other various bindings.
"I... don't know, Zane." she said wearily as she looked over her shoulder to him. "I don't even know if they'll take any supplies we give them." she sighed again, before shrugging "We organise what we can. What kits we normally give out, but add more of each item. And hope for the best."