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[Jill's sitting by the lake. There's a flat rock in one of her hands, like she's skipping stones or something. There's a slight frown on her face as she stares into the rainbow.]

So, in case anyone hasn't got the message yet, Sojourner got called away back home. Probably off doing something completely ridiculous like always. [There's a fond note in her voice, though. She loves her sister, really.

She's quiet for a moment before she tosses the rock at the lake. One skip, two, three, four. It sinks on seven. Good shot.] Scott, that means you're going to have to take on her chores. [More responsibility for the nephew.]

That said, anyone wanna do some sort of race? I'm good for swimming, running, or climbing. [Because she needs to work off some of these blues, okay.]

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Just up and left? Sorry to hear you're missing a sib.

I can race you, though. I'm Heather. Scott's a good friend of mine, actually. [ Two of the most out if place Legionnaires of all the Romans, actually. ] Is swimming good for you?

Yeah, some sort of emergency back home. She'll be back if she can. [A shrug. She's trying to not let it bother her too much.]

Jill. So you're another Roman? [Invaaaaasion.] Scott's apparently my nephew. It's kind of weird. [And then a grin.] Swimming sounds good.

Yeah, I met my great-something uncle, sorta. Venus is my mom, but my grandpa is a son of Mars. Family stuff, man. Super bizarro.

Cool to meet you, though! I'll get my swimsuit on and meet you at the lake.

It's a lot more strange on the Roman side than for us Greeks, and that's saying a lot.

Okay. I'll be here. [She was smart enough to put her suit on earlier, so she's ready to go.]

[ After waving away the mist with a grin, Heather has to agree. It does make familial relations harder to swallow, especially since there were so many Mars kids from camp. To think they were her grandpa's half-siblings... weird. She shakes her head and changes quickly to a sensible pink suit, tugging shorts on afterward.

She skips toward the lake, nodding in greeting. ]

Hey!

[By the time Heather comes down to the lake, Jill's already stripped down into her basic black suit, clothes piled haphazardly a little further away from the lake's edge.

She nods back, a small smile on her face.] Hey. Quick timing.

[ Heather stretches her arms over her head before fixing her hair into a sloppy, loose bun, a few short locks hanging over her forehead. ]

I totally cannot resist a race. And since it's summer, I think it's a good day for swimming. [ Though she's pretty sure she likes the lava wall most of all. ]

[The good thing about short hair is that Jill doesn't have to worry about putting it up. Sure, the fauxhawk will get a little messed up, but whatever. That's what product is for.]

Yeah, that's why I included it. Might as well stay cool while doing some exercise. [The wall is pretty much her favorite too, but she's good with whatever.]

How'd you do that?

[That being the rock skipping.]

The rock? Practice. Maybe a little bit of luck.

[She bites her lip, debating for a moment.]

Could you um, could you teach me how to do that?

[A small smile.] Sure, I can do that.

[She all but lights up.]

Awesome! I'll be right over!

[Naomi doesn't even wait for confirmation before she's running over to the lake.]

[Jill laughs, swiping her hand through her rainbow to disconnect the message as Naomi disappears. There are a bunch of rocks in her pocket already, so she doesn't think she needs to go find any new stones.

Yet, at least.]

[Naomi comes jogging over to Jill, grinning from ear to ear.]

Hi Jill!

[A smile back.] Hey, Naomi. [She pulls a rock from her pocket and holds it out to her.] So you've never skipped stones before?

Nope, never!

[She takes the rock, turning it over in her hand curiously.]

We don't really have any lakes where I live. There's the duck pond in the park but all the old ladies get mad when kids try throwing rocks.

Probably because they're throwing the rocks at the ducks instead of the water. [Jill takes out another rock from her pocket.] So, hold it like this, with your finger around it. [Demonstrating the way her finger curves over the side of the rock.] Make it parallel to the water, then flick your wrist.

[The stone goes sailing, hitting the water three times before sinking.]

Maaaaabye...

[She watches the way Jill holds the rock, trying her best to imitate it. With an utmost concentrated expression she faces the water, making sure the rock is parallel and then flicks her wrist.

Well, no... It's more of a throw. Needless to say the rock doesn't go very far.]

I was wondering where she went. Did she say how long she'd be gone?

[Scott's not sure how this camp works, after all, but if his away time at Camp Jupiter that he'd had to beg his pre-Derek centurion for to see his mom was any indication, it wouldn't be for long.]

Well, I can take one for the team. No big deal.

No. Hopefully it won't be too long but she's only a summer camper. [Like a good portion of them. Like herself.] Good. You didn't have much choice anyway. [There's a pause.] Are you a yearrounder, Scott?

Um.

[Scott's answer is both informative and intelligent.]

I think so. I was at Camp Jupiter, anyway. I usually stayed with my mom.

[He's quiet for a second - Scott's easygoing nature disappears for a moment.]

I don't know where she is, though.

[Good job, Scott. Good job.]

Have you tried IMing her?

[...Scott stares into the rainbow, dumbfounded.

No, he hasn't.]

You think she'll be able to get it? Romans don't really use IMs, and she knows about all my...god-stuff, she lived in New Rome too, but...

[Jill tries really hard to not smile at the fact that he hasn't.]

Why not? You get IMs, even thought you're Roman. Besides, I send my dad messages all the time. [Mostly to annoy him.]

Oh! Hey, yeah, you're right.

[Honestly, they've thought of everything here. Maybe Chiron - that was the centaur guy's name, right? Maybe he could even set up a place for his mom at camp, or in the surrounding area, where it'd be safe.

After some thought, he asks his next question.]

Can you...hey, Jill, can you come with me when I send it? I want her to meet you.

What?

[To say that she's surprised is... an understatement. She's completely taken surprised by that request. It takes her a moment to process it all before she can even reply.]

If you... want me to. I don't mind.

You're a good aunt, Jill.

[He gives her a little smile, tilting his head to the side. It's a bit of a dopey joke, but Scott still takes some kind of pleasure in it.]

Meet you at Nike Cabin in five!

[Then he waves away the IM and starts running toward the cabin. He likes competition, and this is like a little race for him.]

[Her nose wrinkles.] That's so weird. See you then.

[She's a little ways from the cabins, but that doesn't stop Jill from hoofing it, enjoying the pleasant ache in her legs as she runs for the cabin.]

[Scott actually passes her on his way to the cabin, and he does his best to speed up a little - gods, sometimes he wishes he could do that leg-helicopter thing like Fred Flintstone did to start his car.

He hits the side of the Nike cabin, panting, and takes a few puffs of his inhaler, not sure if Jill's made it yet.]

[Jill pushes her speed when he passes her, but he's got the longer legs and the head start, so she arrives at the cabin only moments after he does. Losing doesn't even bother her. She grins before leaning over, hands on her knees as she pants.] Congrats, man.

[Holy shit, did he just beat the counselor? He reminds himself to celebrate in some way later - centurion or not, it's probably not a great idea to rub it in anybody's face that's above you in rank.

He grins at her, nodding, and pulls out a drachma.]

Thanks. Okay, walk me through this again? I've only sent IMs to camp, not to anybody...outside.

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