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[Well, hello there, Camp Halfblood, have a bored looking young man, crossing his arms, and staring out at you with an expression of boredom and arrogance at the same time. Surveying his kingdom, as it were. At least, until he huffs a little, and something of that drops into merely a sulk.]

It occurs to me, Gods favor and patronize whom they will, of course, but back in the real world, that I’ve left behind, there are places where we leave the children no one wanted so the rest of the population can get along with, and go about their daily lives without getting their wrists stepped on each morning, or god forbid, being forced into pretending that we’re all some sort of…happy family

[There would be airquotes around that, if Thomas wasn’t more polished, and as it is, they certainly can be FELT from the way he drawls it out like that. The disdain is more than palpable, even if it IS a tad bit overblown and ventures toward melodramatic.]

As I’ve so lately been informed, this may not be the real world anymore, but wouldn’t it be nice, just think of it, if there were somewhere we could stash the lot of you who Mummy or Daddy hadn't felt the need to bother with just yet until such time as you might become interesting?

And Gods forbid not getting walked all over, but can anybody get a decent cigarette round here at least?

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We'll see if you're still saying that in another month.

[race you there.]

One more month, I"ll be scheming even harder to get out of here. Like this is someplace one escapes from, somehow. Tunnel out under the stables with a spoon or something. Definitely not the toilets though.

[You're on!]

You might be better off with the toilets, actually. Have you ever seen what comes out of a horse?

They don't shit magical glitter and rainbows? I am crushed.

Is that what you wanted? Try tunneling out under the Art & Crafts cabin, then.

Close as I can get to unicorn shite you know. Good enough to start a collection, right?

That'd do it, sure... it's so straightforward though.

Must everything be overly complicated? An appreciation for simplicity is a sign of maturity, you know.

I start to suspect that in my family, maturity is somewhat overrated. What's an investment plan and secure future when you can shoplift and screw other people over?

[Have a sardonic smirk.]

Mortal family, or this lovely new camp-wide one you've just discovered?

[almost camp-wide, anyway. most demigods are technically cousins or something, if with a few levels of removal. but hypnos is one of those odd ones with no actual relation to any of the other camp gods, so technically saralegui is exempt for this whole familial clusterfuck.]

Ah, the one here, actually. This may be why my interpretation's slightly off, but then again...

[And he's breaking off, looking horrified.]

I am related to practically the entire camp here, aren't I? Shit. I almost liked random strangers better as the approach of choice.

Hermes is one of Zeus' many children, if I'm remembering correctly, so...yes, that would make a good portion of the camp your cousins.

[Not that Thomas had planned to make it a thing here, really, but there just went his sex life, yet again.]

...I suddenly feel the need to invest in a banjo...

[apparently the whole pantheon pretty much ignores any form of incest that isn't with direct siblings from the same god, but yeah, he still can't really blame you.

not that he understands this reference at all.]

What?

[Yeah. Thomas will need a while to wrap his head around all of that, really. He's still not entirely comfortable with liking guys, so liking guys he's related to? That'd be worse for now.

As for the reference, well.]

It's a long incestual story. ...Different from the long incestual stories we have here.

[hey, at least this is a pretty decent place to be if that's a significant insecurity. greek myth is pretty damn gay, after all.]

Involving a banjo? I can't tell if that sounds like the most interesting story ever, or the most horrific.

[Eventually, with any hope, that'll settle into his head.]

Well it also involves the hill-folk as I am told they're called here. The stereotype of them involves incest and there's a film in particular where...

Horrific in any case.

"Hill-folk"? Movie references, then?

[he already got side-eyed pretty hard by norman for his lack of film knowledge, but give him a break. less "intelligent" forms of entertainment have never been his strong suit.]

Basically. And American at that. Not really SO important in the scheme of things. Simply means I must consider better resources.

[just a coolly arched eyebrow at that.]

I'm American.

[~~as far as he knows.~~ so are most other people in this camp, but he gets the feeling you don't care much about the general public.]

Ah but even so. You strike me as the sort to recognize some of your films are...Well.

[He waves a hand absently in lieu of a good description there.]

[he holds that expression a few moments longer, but eventually just shrugs.]

I don't watch enough to really care either way, so I'll take your word on it.

Please do. You seem worthy of something more than low brow and cheap throw-away disdain, I think. I would hate to lose the opportunity to toss you something better later.