[EVENT POST] June 29, 2013

[greekchorus]

[Well, it looks like the Lady Artemis has heard little Arin's prayer, and has decided to exact retribution on Ares' son - as well as everyone else who did nothing to stop him - in a big way.

Despite falling asleep in their beds last night, no cabin will be filled except the Artemis cabin, who have been pardoned. In fact, for a moment, campers will probably be confused as to where they've come to. They certainly didn't go to bed in the forest.

Once they look around, though, they'll notice some different things. Maybe they're much lower to the ground than usual or have extra limbs or appendages. Maybe they can smell better, or fly into the sky.

Regardless, it won't take them too long to realize that they've been turned into some sort of animal, bound to the forest by an invisible wall, and forest natives won't be able to understand their cries for help - only other campers-turned animals will. Your mission, campers? Survive the day, and try not to get eaten.

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[serenesuccessor]

[She'd gone to bed perfectly normal last night, okay, normal for a demigod at summer camp. But the point is she'd gone to sleep in her own bed.

At first Naomi is completely convinced that she fell out of her bed (again). That would explain why the grounds so hard. When she opens her eyes though she's met with the sight of the forest.

A very large forest.

Weird. She sits up, blinking in confusion before catching a look at her hands paws. A small, shrill squeak follows. Cue a panicked chipmunk running around the woods.

No, no, no! What did she do this time?]

[triskeles]

[ Ears twitching, Derek turns his head in the direction of the squeaking. It's too distressed for the general quiet of the forest, and he finds himself drawn to it. Moving slow and cautious, he keeps his head down as he tries to track where the panic is coming from.

Considering the sound of the squeak, he figures it must have come from something fairly small. So he keeps an eye on the ground as he walks, careful so that he doesn't wind up stepping on the source. ]

[perenials]

[ There is a very cute bunny with a pink bow tied around one of her ears. That's funny, it was once around a braid. But then again, Anna had gone to bed all innocently as a human.

Her ears suddenly feel very heavy as she groggily comes to, smelling the earth and the dirt, acutely aware of the surrounding vegetation. All of that isn't unusual, though Anna rarely wakes up cheek first in soil. The moment of awareness shocks her and Anna the holland lop springs to action, hopping around frantically.

Time to find her way back to camp. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Despite only having woken up as a magpie a few hours ago, Gabriel is notoriously good at flying.

Ridiculously so, even.

It's why after all this, he'll vehemently deny falling out of a tree, headfirst, and smashing right into a rabbit.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi is hiding up in a tree when she sees a bunny hop by with a pink bow. Her nose twitches. Well that's weird. Bunnies aren't suppose to wear bows and...

Her eyes wide and she races down the trunk of the tree, darting forward to catch up with the holland lop.

Anna had been wearing that ribbon!]

[triskeles]

[ The one thing that throws Derek off is the fact that the full moon was the twenty-third, and he hasn't ever woken up to find himself shifted. He stares around at the forest, pushing himself up onto massive paws, and sniffs at the air. At his full height-- even at nineteen-- he's huge, not far from being as tall as he is when human.

Ears perked, he begins his slow trek through the trees, all dark fur and red eyes. He hasn't been in this forest before, so he's uncertain of where he's going. If he can catch the newly known scent of the camp, he'll be able to find his way back.

As it is, though, the wolf is left to wander now. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ So Stiles is figuring foxes are at least kind of stealthy, right. That's his goal in getting through the forest--moving as, well, fleet as a fox, through the trees in hopes of avoiding any gigantic monsters and getting back to his bed, where he can...god, hide in his bunk and pray to his not real mom that she'd get him changed back to his usual self.

Being fleet involves him not tripping over his new four feet, though, and there's a loud crash and some rustling as Stiles tumbles out of the brush, right into Derek's forelegs. He starts complaining about not having any control of his stupid body and how much he hates this stupid curse when he looks up and stares at the biggest wolf he's ever seen in his life.

So he shrieks and scrambles backwards, tripping over himself further trying to get away. ] Oh my god!

[angeliaforos]

[Shit, shit, shit.

There is a wolf on the freaking prowl, and wolves are predators. Carnivores.

Birds are made of meat - he knows that. Everybody knows that. And right now, he probably looks like a tasty snack for this big guy.

Yep, time to hightail the fuck out of there. Gabriel flaps his wings as hard as he can, trying to fly fast and true.]

[clearasil]

[ Of course she's seen the movie. Gorgeous cocker spaniel falls in love with a mangy mutt over a plate of spaghetti. How could she not? The dog nudges over the entire meatball just for her. That's love.

But there's no mutt and there's no Italian stereotype singing with an accordion. There's just Natalie the chocolate spaniel glowering (?) at her reflection in the stream with her rune necklace around her admittedly graceful neck. She sniffs for anything suspicious to start but all she smells is the wood -

No, animals, other animals, markings, deer, squirrels, wolves? Her neck stiffens and she snaps her snout eastward. ]

[angeliaforos]

[So by now, Gabriel's gotten this all figured out, though he's not exactly sure of the who or why that originated this wackadoo situation.

And there's a dog at the river, staring into her own reflection. What, is it trying to recreate that scene from the Lion King or something? It's got to be one of the campers-

wait.

He'd know that necklace anywhere.]

Natalie? Seriously?

[promachos]

[One might notice, somewhere on one of the lower branches of a tree, a grey owl holding into dear life.

Annabeth pretty much, doesn't know what to do. She's never really offended the gods in any way, so to be turned into something like this was beyond her comprehension. To her knowledge she hadn't done anything wrong, so why she's woken up as an owl is crazy.

She should not be an owl.

Large, wide eyes darted back and forth, unsure.]

[staysthesame]

[Jill is very careful to stay still, eyes unblinking as she attempts to blend into the tree. Do owls eat chameleons? Wait, why would the two ever encounter each other? She needs to brush up on her animals.

There's something odd about the way it's looking around though.

So she takes a chance and hopes that, you know, maybe other campers are having the same problem.] Hey, are you... a real animal?

[Yeah, that doesn't sound crazy at all.]

[staysthesame]

[When Jill wakes up, the first thing that she notices is that she's in a tree. That's new. She doesn't remember climbing anything this high, and you know, passing out. Because that'd be ridiculous, for one thing.

Exactly how high up is she, anyway? The ground is so far away. Her claws tap against the bark of the branch in irritation.

Wait. Claws.

Her tongue flicks out, long and pink and unfurling in a most inhuman way. Her neck stretches out as she looks at herself. Yeah, great.

She's a lizard. A chameleon, if she wants to get technical, her skin mottled between bright green and soft brown. This is so not happening.]

this is a great way to introduce yourself to your sister, scott

[usernameallison]

[So Scott? Totally not having this. He's already discovered that his animal instincts are kind of involuntary in this form, and has marked his territory a few times.

Nothing like this ever happened at Camp Jupiter. He's starting to see Reyna's bias.

So have a St. Bernard puppy at the bottom of your tree trying to mark it, just standing there with his leg up, waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Gods, Greeks are weird.]

[necromancies]

[It's not even the fact that she's an animal that bothers Chloe. For some reason, that just seems like something typical in this place, although she wonders if maybe she's been cursed because of the things she's said about the Hades Cabin. Or maybe her thoughts. Can't even have a private moment to herself anymore, can she?

No, it's the fact that, even in animal form, she manages to be small and cute. An orange tabby, a kitten. Not even a cat, but a kitten. Chloe's tail twitches in annoyance.

After a moment, she stretches out and yawns, shaking off the last of the sleep still hanging over her. She could have been a tiger, or a lion, or just... Anything else in the whole world.

No point in complaining about it now, she supposes, nose twitching as she catches a few differing scents. Getting back to camp is top priority.]

[perenials]

[ Anna is hop hop hopping her way in what she thinks is the direction towards camp. If this was a battle of the cute small animals, it's safe to say that they would all a draw between the two of them.

It's difficult, maneuvering her way around the forest with her long, long ears and stumpy little legs. Couldn't she at least be a hare?

It doesn't help that a patch of daffodils has effectively distracted her and she dips her snout to get her noms on. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ Stiles is kind of used to getting on people's bad sides. It's something he does a lot, particularly to authority figures--for some reason that he couldn't possibly imagine, his chemistry teacher spent like 90% of his time making his life hell away from camp, as one of many examples.

But he's usually pretty good about the gods. So waking up face first in a hole in the forest wasn't something he expected. At first, Stiles assumed it was a prank, and he jerks up out of the hole, only to fall over at the massive difference in limbs. And when he tries to complain, it comes out in what basically amounts to a yip.

So, Stiles is a fox, apparently. That's a thing. He thinks he's taking this pretty well (if you ignore the ear piercing yelp he first made at seeing his paws well), and Stiles is starting to wander around the forest, testing his new, foxy abilities by darting around the underbrush and trying to find camp.

He's suddenly sort of desperately wishing he'd paid better attention to Finstock's boy scout lessons all those years ago. ]

[thewindything]

[Oh hey another fox.]

[Huh, he sure is bouncing around. Is he rabid? John pauses a few feet away to watch Stiles scurrying around.]

[thewindything]

[Well. That's one way to see first hand what sort of hijinks this camp could produce. John wakes up disoriented, appropriately wondering why he's out side. The thing that really tips him off is when he goes to reach for his glasses and realizes everything at once.]

[He can see fine without them, duh he's outside, and that was definitely not a human hand he saw pawing around for non existent specs.]

[Uh.]

[Okay then. He was some kind of animal. Sure. Why not.]

[He hears something off in the distance. Maybe someone else is out here. His ear flicks and he trots off to go look around. Anyone coming upon him would be met with a scrawny, adolescent fox]

[angeliaforos]

[Ordinarily, Gabriel wouldn't think twice about hopping onto the back of a fox. Foxes eat magpies, and he's not that stupid.

But this particular fox looks like a great big doof. He probably wouldn't even notice a bird on his back.

So he does just that, nestling himself in the fur near John's tail., Damn, this little guy is soft.]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ The first thing that registers as Leo slowly starts to awaken is that his bed was hard all of a sudden. Well, not hard hard, maybe, but harder than the bed was supposed to be. Doesn't feel like he's sleeping on a wrench again, though, or a worktable.

...Somebody moved him, didn't they. They are so in for a prank war when he finds out who did it.

Groggily opening one eye, Leo finds himself staring at something very large, very green, and very close to his face. Then he looks down, and is met with the sight of very large granules of dark brown, almost black... stuff. And then there are his arms, and he's pretty sure he's not supposed to be black, or shiny, or this stubby, for that matter. Slowly, he starts to realize that that thing on his head? Is actually attached to him. A tail. He has a tail, and it has curled around in his sleep to rest on his head. Oh, and that green thing? The dark stuff? A bit more inspection tells him that he's in a really big terrarium.

Salamander, he'll eventually realize. Leo... is a salamander. Fantastic way to start a Saturday.

What the heck happened while he was asleep?

Okay. Next step: rehumanizing himself. How to do that? ...Good question. Chiron might have an answer. Time to find Chiron. ]

[usernameallison]

[It seems like no matter where Scott goes today, something goes wrong that will get him embarrassed. He's a legacy of Victoria. He's quick, nimble, and can do crazy acrobatics on the battlefield, but that doesn't mean for a second that he doesn't get himself into some stupid situations.

Right now, he's stuck as a St. Bernard puppy, who's gotten himself stuck Winnie The Pooh style in a fallen tree trunk close to Leo.

Is Camp Jupiter rebuilt yet?]

[wolfs]

[The full moon had come and gone, but here Derek is as a wolf again. That honestly hadn't panicked him as much as it might have. Now that he's getting the hang of it, there's a part of Derek that doesn't necessarily mind being in wolf form. It's probably just something weird with his physiology; the way he turns isn't actually bound to the moon. At least, theoretically, he should be able to turn whenever.

No, what panics him is Chloe turning into a kitten. Even that might have been okay if he hadn't gone and lost her.

So have a giant freaked out wolf sniffing around the forest, fellow campers. This is so not okay.]

hi souza

[triskeles]

[ Losing your small kitten charge would definitely not be okay. It's completely understandable, Derek.

On the flipside, Derek (this will get confusing fast) is keeping an eye out for his legionnaire, though isn't quite freaked out about it just yet. He at least knows Scott's scent as a human, and he hopes that it wouldn't change if he was changed into an animal like they were. He is, actually, fairly calm throughout the entire ordeal.

It's seeing the other wolf that has him pausing, head lowering a little as he watches him sniff around at his surroundings. Like he's looking for something.

That isn't typical wolf behavior, and he isn't one of Lupa's pack, so it's either a camper that got changed into a wolf or another werewolf. (Coincidentally, it's both.) ]

[wokethedragon]

[After the whole mess with Athena last month, and the dire consequences - so dire, apparently, that no one's ever touched on what they were - of sitting at another god's table at dinner, Daenerys really should be used to gods punishing their children.

But she isn't, and this time, she's awoken not among the soft blankets of her bed, but swaddled in leaves. She also doesn't remember her skin being so scaly, as she makes sure to moisturize often. Her skin is frail, and tends to become very chapped easily.

But she holds her own arm up, and practically screams. For one thing, she's green. She's also tinier than usual, clawed, and has a tail whipping around from side to side.

She makes her way over to the river, though it takes quite a while for Dany to get there due to her little legs. She peers at herself, and realizes somehow she's turned into a sort of lizard - she doesn't know it, but Dany's become an emerald tree monitor.

This isn't good, not in the least, and it's at this point she wishes she was a child of Hecate. A person like that might even be able to say a few magic spells and get out of this.

She skitters up a nearby tree and hangs onto the bark, her claws and scales helping her to grip on.]

[worldabouttodawn]

[Enjolras happens to be sitting on a branch in the same tree. And by sitting it's more he's clinging onto the branch with his talons. He probably looks like the most disgruntled, out of place finch in the entire woods.

He turns his head when he hears something, spotting a lizard near by. It's a long shot but...]

Do you know how to get back to Camp Half-Blood?

[He's talking to a lizard... This is strange even for him.]

[usernameallison]

[Well, this is kind of a weird way to be welcomed to the camp. Now he kind of gets what Octavian always was harping on about 'Greeks bearing gifts' and whatever.

Seeing a real centaur was cool and all, but he's not exactly happy about turning into a St. Bernard puppy. Last time Scott checked, this wasn't part of the Nike deal! Kickass lacrosse and gymnastic skills, yes. Dog form? Not so much.

So he starts running through the forest, trying to get back to the Nike cabin and find the counselor there.

But unfortunately, every time he tries to leave, he ends up smashing into an invisible force field, like there's a wall blocking everyone in.]

[triskeles]

[ Tired of scouring the forest for a way to get out, and for Scott, and having been wandering around with a certain chatterbox for some time now, Derek decides to stop in the middle of the trees, sigh, and then tips his head back. This is far from the first time that he's ever howled, and definitely not the first time he's howled for anyone from his cohort-- though that's particularly limited due to those he could fully trust-- so the sound comes effortlessly from him.

If anything, he can find Scott this way. But if not, then he'll hopefully get some kind of answer.

Whether a good one or not is the ultimate question, though unlike Beacon Hills or New Rome he doesn't know what sort of things lurk in these trees. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Okay, is Gabriel the only one that's kind of happy about this? Because damn, flying is the coolest thing.

So maybe waking up as a magpie was a little weird, but it's no weirder than being able to talk into a rainbow every day to communicate, or a guy who held up the sky for a living. He's been at the camp since he was twelve - the weirdness factor's kind of lost on him.

He had to figure out his wings at first, but now he's soaring around the forest, darting around trees.

Yeah, no. This is awesome.]

[thewindything]

[Meanwhile John was starting to get frustrated trying to find a way out of here. Sure he was probably taking this in stride better than most, but that didn't mean he didn't want to fix this.]

[Maybve from above, Gabriel would spot an irritated looking silver fox pacing back and forth on the forest ground below.]

[followthemyths]

[A small grey fox uncurls herself from within the roots of a tree She stretches moving on legs that seem to be shaky and uncertain.

She moves carefully, head turning from side to side curiously as she examines her new situation. Well then, this is different.

A part of her wants to panic, to run and hide and take cover, for she's not in a body she knows and that is more than a little uncomfortable but she stops herself from doing so, instead padding over to the base of the tree and sitting, curling her tail around herself as she tries to think.]

[serenesuccessor]

[A small chipmunk comes rushing out of the bush right in front of Natasha, pausing in the middle of the path to look in every direction. Naomi was sure if she took a right at that tree that she'd be back at camp now. She was sure...

Her eyes land on the small grey fox. Naomi freezes.]

[shestalkingnonsense]

[One an probably tell that lie and Gabriel are related just by how they take on their animal transformations.

The cuckoo that had once been a girl is soaring through the hair, twisting and turning in flight as she sins with excitement over the whole thing. It's a wonder to actually fly, to feel the beat of her wings, the thrum of her heart as she soars though the air.

She weaves through trees and darts high above them. She dances through the air and loves every second of it.]

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel's kind of onto something, that there might be something weird going on here. He cannot be the only one stuck as a bird. He can't be.

But damn, if it isn't a way to go. And that cuckoo's doing pretty good, flying just the way he has been all morning.]

You'd better be careful with showing off like that, birdie. Somebody might just think you're so pretty that they'll stick you in a clock.

[wordtechgodhood]

[Oh, no.

Oh, hell no.

Of all things to be turned into, Artemis has decided in her most benevolent wisdom to turn Dave into a red-spotted newt. Said newt is currently chilling, looking as cool as it's possible for a newt to look, at the edge of the lake.

Silently praying a bird doesn't try to eat him.

Naomi, this is your fault somehow.]

[wokethedragon]

[Dany's traveled to the edge of the lake as well to stalk after a particularly big dragonfly. She remembers reading on how dragons would silently creep behind their prey before roasting them to chars and swallowing them whole.

She's not sure if her jaw will allow for that as a monitor, but she certainly will try.]

[worldabouttodawn]

[This, he assumes, is what you get for sitting at a different table for dinner.

But why in the world did he have to be turned into a finch of all things? Couldn't he be turned into an animal that remains on the ground where it's safe? Or have something else happen to him?

He really should be trying to find a way back to camp, find someone to help him undo whatever curse has been put on him as a punishment.

But that means he has to figure out how to fly without plummeting to his death first... Joy.]

[angeliaforos]

[You wanna play that game, Enjolras? Because Gabriel's flitting about near you, zooming through the branches of your tree like it ain't no thing.

Because it isn't. Gods, flying is great, isn't it, Frenchie?]

[toobitter]

[Reyna was not too pleased when she woke up not in the cabin she'd fallen asleep in. Second reason for not being too pleased?

She ruffled her feathers. Feathers. Since when did she have feathers? And where were her dogs? Or Scipio? She let out an annoyed sound and waddled over to the water, only to see a swan's face looking back at her...

Oh the gods have an excellent sense of humor, the black swan mused before craning her neck to look around. This was just splendid.]

[triskeles]

[ A familiar scent reaches Derek's senses as he slowly prowls through the trees, trying to locate an exit or at least someone he knows. He's not concerned about his own safety, given how normal this is for him, but more than he's worried about his fellow legionnaires-- and even the Greeks, considering they don't seem quite up to task as the Romans did, not yet anyways.

His head lifts as he sees the swan, but he keeps his distance for the time being. Swans are actually legitimately dangerous, and even a wolf knows better than to mess with them unless absolutely necessary.

But he sniffs the air, and his ears flick up as he places the familiarity. ]

Praetor Reyna?