fourth complaint ♔ IM/ACTION

[scornfully]

( Guess who's back from his month in England? Arthur looks a bit sick of his life (not to mention a little jet-lagged) and is as sharply dressed as ever - the perfect preppy English gentleman in cream and pale blue. He appears to have settled back in to his home-away-from-home quite well: the unmistakeable décor of the Aphrodite Cabin is visible around him and his half-unpacked suitcases are cluttering his bedside.

There's a slow exhale as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and pinches the bridge of his nose. )

Children should be banned from first class.

( Shut up Arthur you're only seventeen. Stop talking like your father a 30 year old. )

Thank the gods it was a direct flight - I couldn't have coped with the chair-kicking and monkey business a minute longer.

( But he's here now, which is what matters, and Arthur tries to dispel his bad mood with a charming (but tight) smile and a nod. Sometimes tricking himself out of a funk actually works, especially when it's an ultimately superficial one. )

Anyway, I'd appreciate a catch-up on current events: if Iris messaging doesn't suit you I'll be in the cabin, although if anyone fancies a ride I could certainly do with the fresh air.

( And that seems to be it, but of course there's one final matter that needs addressing. )

And Merlin, if you're available ... ( This time his smile - no, his grin has him glowing. ) Come over?

IM | 3rd Proclamation

[longmayshereign]

[Here's Mary, throwing a question out to everyone in camp.]

I know that there's a custom of having sing-alongs over the fire in the evenings, and I know that there are a great deal of musically inclined campers.

Often times my father would host musicians over a weekend and they'd form a band just for the visit, and play for everyone at night. Those were lovely times.

Would anyone be interested in forming a band? Nothing formal and obviously we likely only be playing at camp functions at best, or for own pleasure if nothing else. Rock, pop, I'd be up for anything save rap, really.

No one wants to see (or hear) me rap.

Just to have fun and make a bit of noise. I can offer guitar, piano, and singing, myself.

Any takers?

Oh, and we shan't be called 'Free Beer' or 'Live Nude Girls'. Obviously.

wave iv ♆ im

[annieisntokay]

[Annie is sitting in what is easily recognizable as the broken fountain in her cabin. Her legs are drawn up to her chest, her arms around her knees, hugging them to her. She looks disheveled, her hair down and tangled. She doesn't look at the rainbow as she speaks. The cabin itself is terribly empty.]

Gone.

[She shouldn't be making an IM like this, she knows, but she has to say it.]

Both of them.

[Percy, then Aqua, leaving poor Annie Cresta all alone.]