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Except he offered.]
So. These last two weeks stunk.
[Meet Tai, Camp Half-Blood, also known as Mr. State-the-Obvious. He’s been away for a while, but some campers might have seen him around in the past (and more often than not this past year, with a daughter of Demeter trailing behind him around like a lost duckling).
Today he’s alone though, idly rolling a baseball between his hands. There’s a strain to his smile.]
And yeah. Because of what happened Mr. D and Chiron have decided that everyone’ll be staying for the rest of the year. [A barely concealed cringe.] They’re working on what to do about schools and such, and probably getting in touch with parents and guardians but I’d suggest you guys give yours a call?
Anyways. I’m out here by the beach, and I figured if anyone wanted to talk about what’s happened I’m a pretty good listener. I’ve also been told I give good hugs.
[The grin brightens, a bit.]
Or if you don’t want to talk, I am pretty good at telling stories if you want a distraction. Either that or we can toss a baseball around or… Or something.
[He looks a bit sheepish. It’s safe to say he didn’t think this through.]
Just. These last two weeks sucked, so if anyone needs anything I’m here.
[And it’s a genuine offer.]