trois || im/open to action -- april fool's day, after dinner

[habitually]

[ Do you ever get the feeling it's been an awful quiet April Fool's day? The birthday boy here is going to change that. He greets you all through a camp-wide IM with a brave face streaked with red and blue "war paint." (Is that Cosette's eye shadow? Yes. Yes, it is.) He might also be shirtless, which is your first clue. ]

First, Gabriel, this is your fault. Enjoy.

Second, Enjolras... Mon ami. Don't kill me. Please. It is my birthday.

[ With a snort of a laugh he steps back to put his hands on his hips to reveal his "borrowed" French flag tied around his neck, blowing behind him like a triumphant cape. With a grimace, he shuts off the IM as he starts running through camp laughing as he's singing in French. Never say he's not a man of his word, Gabe. ]

Non, rien de rien...

Noooon je ne regrette rieeeen....

[ Feel free to throw an IM back at him once he's caught his breath, or find him running away from E, Mr. D, or whoever has decided to try and take him down and make him give the flag back to its owner. Feel free to take this prank and run with it to make your own or just laugh at him. Grantaire is a great role model, as you can see.


P.S. the song is titled, "No, I don't regret anything." And he doesn't at all. ]

Eight Gusts [ACTION]

[thewindything]

[So you thought you'd escaped the excitement of April Fools. A place like camp heralds the date like the end of times. When you're in a camp full of ADHD half-gods and 75% of them are the worst kind of tricksters it's only natural to build your own safe house and live underground untilt he dust cleared.]

[It would be about 7pm and a little after dinner that camp would get at least one more surprise.]

[And that would be the sound of a purple and blue shaped missile rocketing through the skies. It could have been written off as a weird low flying plane until it changed course very suddenly and nose dived towards camp.]

[John Egbert had been on the run for a good week before he made a last ditch effort to fly the rest of the way back to the island. When he was able to finally spot Half-Blood Hill passing under him... well. He was always told he needed to work on his landings.]

[He nose-dived, plummeting through the tops of a few trees and finally gracelessly crashing through the roof of Hecate Cabin.]

[The rest of camp will be notified by this event by the sounds of explosions and fireworks going off from the rupture of all of the cabin's cursed stones.]

[+ One lost Son of Jupiter. Happy April Fools!]