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Action: Cabin Dark and Creepy

*Hades Cabin is even less inviting than normal. That's because Bay is outright livid at her little talk with Sadie "Perfectly Perfect in Every Way and Humble Too" Kane. Whatever that girl said made Bay want to trick that girl into a long walk off the short pier in the lake. Every. Time. She talks and talks and talks about how much she's done, and how much she's not biased when she's as bad as everyone else in the camp. She doesn't realize how much her wisdom makes her a fool. It reminds Bay of someone... someone she hates.*

*So Bay's anger? Has kinda brought to life some of her more fun dreams, the happy little slice of Norse mythology she can remember: Hel, the Underworld, her domain, her namesake. It... made her feel a little better, which itself scared her. False spirits moved around, dead to decay and disease, no rightful death among them, no proper death, no Viking death. The normally black interior of the cabin was bone white to match the Hall that Hel called home.*

*So, yeah, moody Underworld God is moody.*

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[Bay might not want people around, but Nico pretty much doesn't care. She's a guest in his cabin, and therefore he's going to be pretty protective and concerned about her. It helps that he's not scared of her, though there's good reason to with her death touch and all.

Shadow Traveling in the camp thankfully doesn't take as much out of him, mostly because there's not much in the way of distance. So, there's suddenly a son of Hades sitting on his bed, looking at Bay.]

I like the new paint job, but I'm not sure about having it a permanent fixture. Less shadows in a white room. [He shrugs.] Better than hospital white, I guess.

*Bay looked at Nico for a moment, trying to figure out how serious he was. Also why nobody has put a bell on him yet cause seriously warning next time.*

It's what I remember of... her life. I guess I needed to vent a little after a fun talk with Miss Flawlessly Egyptian.

*Bay wasn't sure if the illusion was her's or... her's. She seemed to think Hel had her own moods separate from Bay's own feelings, like a shadowy reflection of what was. Bay knew she didn't will this into being, but she's also used her powers subconsciously before.*

What do you want Nico?

[Nico is faintly amused. The comment reminds him off his father grumbling about Poseidon and Zeus.]

From you? Nothing other than understanding the two of you. Of which I'd never force you to do.

[Maybe understanding her will help him understand why she doesn't like Sadie, too. He happens to like the both of them.]

*Fortunately Bay is always willing to talk about her feelings. She's not going to just bury them for later.*

She goes crashing into situations attempting to fix them, but her meddling will only make things worse. And trying to convince her of her own flaws leads to her just cutting off communication like some spoiled child.

Did she honestly think that calling out the Greeks and Romans, insulting their history of conflict, belittling the Norse Reincarnations, and acting like she was beyond all of this strife would work?

And she's probably not even aware of how wrong she is, going on like nothing while I'm here trying to not summon illusions of Hel all over camp.

[Better than what Nico does. He's quiet as he listens.]

I don't think she meant to disrespect anyone. But I do agree that she probably doesn't know how she's coming across. Sadie is... impulsive from the little I've seen and talked to. She's not the best with words, which is supremely ironic.

If she meant to or not, it doesn't matter. She'll do this in front of a full fledged God and it'll get her, and anyone with her, killed.

She needs to realize that she makes mistakes, and that those mistakes have costs. Nobody touting so much of their own knowledge and skill should be allowed to act that way without cost. Even he paid something for his arrogance.

*Bay... isn't even sure who that he she's talking about is.*

She's also a teenager who discovered a lot of power all at once, from what I understand.

[Slight eyebrow raise.]

He?

But haven't you heard, she saved the world before she was fourteen. If she must hold the world to her standards, she must hold herself to the same standards.

*Bay looks even more confused.*

I- I don't know. It's from her life, not mine, but... he's important. Probably one of the other gods? But whoever he is he did something...

That's something I think she has to learn on her own. At least she never had to grow up extremely quickly.

[Unlike Nico, who had to start at the age of 10. He nods slowly.]

You'll figure it out. Memories don't stay buried for long.

It's... not buried, it's-

*Bay had been trying to explore how this worked, but given her hit or miss deathtouch. What seemed to be wrong with the Norse Gods in the camp, and why they were closer to mortal than God.*

We're not complete. None of us. Whatever killed her didn't put her all with me, so there are just aspects that are... missing.

The pieces got scattered to different places, essentially?

Yes. So what I know about her is... this place.

*Such a warm inviting dank creepy realm of the dead.*

Her home. What my dreams are filled with since the Gods died and I got even more of an identity crisis.

[Hey, Nico finds it pretty cozy. He's been in the Greek Underworld so often and for so long, it's as close to home as possible for him.]

It's something solid. And...well, probably a comfort for Hel to remember what home is like.

[He pauses.]

Reincarnation or not, at least in this cabin, you'll always be Bay. Both of you are welcome here, for what it's worth.

*It felt hers, but it felt hers like a curse... something comfortably familiar but a reminder of something else. But what Nico said means she probably should explain something about her.*

Bay shouldn't even be my name. If fate hadn't decided to play another prank on me I'd be Daphne Paloma Vasquez. I would have lived on the wrong side of the tracks, my mother a hairdresser and my father a chef.

Instead I ended up Bay Madeline Kennish, my mother a homemaker and my father a pro baseball player turned carwash franchise owner. With a small mansion to call home until I ended up here. And then, once that made sense, I'm the new host for a God of the Underworld.

Although, I'm pretty sure the two things do go together, for whatever reason.

[To him, it sounds like a lot to juggle, until he compares it to his own situation in how it is in time and location. Nico can kind of understand that, though for him it helps that he doesn't remember a whole lot of that time.]

Who do you want to be?

*Bay laughed, it was a bitter sound.*

Me... whatever that is. It's hard to really know anymore. The name thing is just... I've had 18 years of being called Bay. And Daphne is being used by someone else.

Although she says it like this. *Bay uses Daphne's sign name. Which is the letter D in the same motion for happy.*

[Events had been piling up so that Karrin was starting to become rather concerned for the future of the Norse at camp. The most recent being this prank that had spiraled out of control. True, it was nothing to really do with any of the Norse, but it were these relationships between the camps that made Karrin feel like she was obligated to organize her own fellow Norse. Her talk with Annabeth hadn't helped either.

It didn't look like anyone else was going to do the stepping up.

So, Karrin had decided she should start with their most obstinate member, Bay. Okay, it probably wasn't good to go into the meeting thinking of her in that way, but Bay was the reincarnation of Hel and considered herself an outsider. Karrin had to try and make that work for her.

And as soon as she approached the Hades cabin and saw some of the flickering spirits, it took all of her courage not to turn right back around and walk off. The images are vaguely familiar to Karrin in that vague sort of way a forgotten dream can be familiar. After all, weren't the Valkyries in-charge of taking the warrior dead or something? This could explain why this scene was somewhat familiar...but it left her with a feeling of dread.

Karrin took a deep breath. No sense in being scared off now. She cautiously approached the Hades cabin]

Bay? Hey you in there?

If I say no will you go away?

*Give that she was actively creating Helheim in camp, it was hard for her to just pretend she wasn't in the cabin. Even if it was all an illusion, it was still there for others to see. And it was probably leaking outside the cabin.*

Not likely.

[Karrin crossed her arms, partly to keep away the shiver going up her arms and partly to show that she wasn't budging.]

Then what do you want?

*If this were some other point on some other day, she'd be a bit less... absolutely completely abrasive. But Bay was in a mood because Sadie ticked her off, and for some reason she got nervous around the other Norse. Some old pain that she couldn't place.*

If the decor didn't suggest it, I'm kinda in a mood right now.

To talk...or maybe to listen.

[Karrin glances around again.]

Yeah, sort of noticed that. Any particular reason for the Halloween decorations coming back up?

Talking to Little Miss Houdini generally leaves me in a sour mood... well, part of me anyway. I dunno why I'm this angry though.

This is... what she wants to calm down. A little slice of home.

I don't think you were the only one on that count. She's not exactly the most tactful of people, that's for sure.

[Karrin hadn't been angry at Sadie's proclamations, but she could certainly see why others might be. It took Karrin a moment to realize Bay meant "Hel" in this case. Oh, right, that would explain the cheery decorations then.]

Ah.

She doesn't seem to understand that defusing a bomb takes subtler means than a sledgehammer. And is surprised when it blows up in her face.

*Bay glanced at Karrin for a moment, she was also a Norse God... but she seemed to be a bit more together than Bay. Of course, Bay was probably the only one that called the realms of the dead home.*

Do you... react to things, and not know why? Just, a feeling in your gut that this is wrong for you, or right, or... anything?

Well, given enough times she'll learn....we just have to hope she learns before she winds up blowing up the entire camp.

[Karrin really hopes she does learn. She's actually starting to tolerate this place.

Her next question took her a bit off guard. Karrin hadn't been expecting it so she has to pause and consider this for a second. She rubs at her arm self consciously.]

I don't know about reacting to things...but I've had dreams, I guess. Feelings too...like I'm supposed to be elsewhere or at least not...here.

[She bit her lip, glancing skyward.]

I think the last time I had a distinct reaction was when Hera switched around everyone's powers. I felt overly violated and like I wanted to go right up to her and kick her face in. I didn't think I'd be so attached to my abilities, so overall I don't think that was the problem...I think it was just the idea that she could change things for me so easily when I wasn't even a part of her little gathering of demigods.

That's pretty much what my concern was. I'm just very diplomatic.

*Bay watched Karrin try to put the question into some sort of context. She wanted to know if this was her burden, or an aspect they all shared. Maybe she got really lucky and got the moodiest of Norse Gods. ...She was the God of the Underworld, there was a good chance she had a chip on her shoulder too. Sadly, what Karrin named didn't feel quite as... it was less of the same, there but not to the degree.*

...These are my dreams, I see the Underworld. But, there are certain people in the camp that just... disturb me. It's about the only way I know where the line is between my feelings and her's. Sadie and Annabeth both, I don't know, they act so damn smug in their knowledge and I just...

End up calming myself- her- whatever, with the Underworld.

Disturb you?

[Karrin had felt nothing like that. Especially not around the people Bay listed. Granted, she hadn't exactly felt at ease here but that was less to do with the people and more to do with the situation and knowledge of what they were. But, she was coming to terms with that. Karrin tried to think of something she had read that would explain it, but nothing came to mind. Maybe something to do with Odin? He was kind of a knowledge god...but it wasn't like he was that closely tied to Isis or Athena...was he?

It could be, it was all she had.]

I haven't felt that. Maybe you got more of Hel than I got of Bryhildr. We're only supposed to have portions of them, right?

Or she's just moodier than Bryhildr. Which makes me wonder what it'll be like when I'm more complete.

So... I guess I really lucked out huh?

Possibly. My guess would be she runs more towards passion, anger, battle rage...you're typical warrior maiden I think.

[She was leader of the Valkyries and instead of bemoan her fate, she fought for the man she loved and even threw herself on his funeral pyre. Karrin didn't think she did depression...at least not in the same way that Hel seemed to handle it.]

I guess luck is the nicer way to put it.

[ When Derek walks into the cabin after training, he almost walks right back out. But then he remembers that the people that live in your cabin with you are the Greek equivalent of your Roman cohort, and he rubs at his face with a hand before silently making his way through. He isn't blind, he's been catching bitches and pieces of the drama since it started to snowball out of control. In his opinion, people were just looking for reasons to get angry.

And then, looking for flaws to point out and capitalize on. He has been staying out of this, because it's worse than both cohort drama and pack politics.

He would apologize for the fact that Bay shares a cabin with a bunch of boys that need bells attached to them so they don't scare people, but he likes the advantage it gives. ]

Has something happened?

The part of me that's a Norse God is homesick.

*If he startled her it didn't show, but she was pretty sure most people would be avoiding the cabin more now that she's put her special homemaker touch to it. Which leaves the creepy ones to visit. The three boys she lives with.*

I've calmed down enough I can put an end to it, if you want.

[ He looks around at their surroundings, before going to drop his things onto his bed without a second thought. ]

It doesn't bother me, and I doubt it bothers Nico or Norman.

[ For a moment, Derek considers whether or not he wants to delve more into this. But considering the fact they're cabinmates, that Bay is essentially one of theirs with the underworld attachments, he figures it won't hurt any. ]

If it helps, then it helps.

I guess this is why the three children of the Underworld are stuck with a God of the Underworld. Not bothered by the shambling dead illusions.

*She is, just a bit, so while she keeps the bone white walls and the thin veil of hazy air... the dead spirits are gone after a moment.*

I've only been here the one summer, does the rest of the camp usually end up at a near state of self-destructive anarchy all the time?

You get used to it when it's part of your life. [ Though, personally, Derek isn't inclined towards the necromancy aspects of their godhood. He's not bothered, but it does make something hollow in his chest hurt. ]

I was only here a couple months earlier this summer, but from what I've gathered? No one can keep their nose out of anyone's business, and are used to their own side of things. So they think they're right, or that they have any right to butt into something that isn't theirs to take offense over.

So what the Magician did with the Greek and Roman stuff... and I did with her poorly planned intervention.

*Not that Bay was wrong, and seriously Norsies? But she probably shouldn't have made any attempt to intervene just because Sadie is a brat that reminds her of someone. She should have left it to someone more... ah, capable.*

What about before here? You're one of the Romans right? Was... that place like this too?

She could've meant well, but that didn't mean she was in the right. You could've handled it better, but that doesn't mean you were in the wrong.

[ Derek drops to sit on a bed near her, drawing his legs up to cross and lean his arms against them. ]

We didn't have anything this bad in New Rome, but we weren't a shining example at all times, either.

The long and the short of it is, there's bad blood between the Greco-Roman and Egyptian pantheons. Putting us all in one place, even with the knowledge that we're supposed to be fighting together and not fighting each other, is bound to lead to everyone exploding the moment something snaps. People have been looking for a reason to get angry here for a while, I think.

I really couldn't have handled it better. Social things? I'm the tortured artist that sits by herself with a book of poetry because people get insane.

*She knew that people were not her strongsuit, and her every attempt at it has gone just about as well as Greek and Roman peace talks seem to be.*

It looks like everyone wants to be in charge... except us Norse, and that isn't really because we're better, but because we have no idea what we're doing.

I take it we're so level headed because the idea of letting the Dead have a say seems pretty universally unappreciated? It... feels like how it worked before.

[ He snorts at that. ] All right, but you still could've handled it worse, so there's that.

[ People are complicated. He might come off as grumpy much of the time, but he grew up in a pack-- if you don't figure out how to run together smoothly, you're essentially dead. He gets that. ]

When you guys figure out what you're doing, make sure you learn from the rest of the idiots around here. There's a chain of command set up, but no one seems to realize that it's all the same, just with different names.

[ A pause, as Derek considers that. ] Honestly, you're probably right.

I was tempted to trick her into walking into the lake. So yes, horray for my self control.

*Worse existed, but worse was not something to contemplate.*

Pretty sure when we come up with a chain of command, I'll be outside of it. I don't think the others have the same view of home as I do. But, I do hope that from watching the camp we do start a few steps into the game.

Does make me wonder, why are we here? We don't share much history with the rest of you.

[ His sardonic humor shows as he raises a hand and gives her a thumbs up, to be honest. ] Be the bigger god, in this situation.

[ But then he spreads his hands, shrugging a little. ]

Honestly, think of this like a second chance. I don't understand how everything works for you, but you're both the gods that've reincarnated in you and yourselves. They screwed up, and alienated some of the pantheon, but that doesn't mean you have to follow what they did.

You don't share history, but we're all prime targets for people who'd want to do us harm. Better to band together, even if everyone's being idiotic about it right now.

It's... the part of me that's her? Still carries every grudge she's ever had. Even if I don't have all the memories of what those grudges are. I kinda hate all the children of Athena, and I can't really place it.

Except that Annabeth knows something about us and hasn't shared.

And, some of it's me, but some of it's her, I hate the whole happy group thing the camp has going on. It feels so... wrong, somehow.

If she knows something, I'd try to talk to her about it. It might give you some light on the situation, so that you can... [ He frowns. ] I don't want to say move on from the grudges, because that's easier said than done. But figure out what they mean.

At this point, the whole happy group thing is probably a lot of people just coping with the situation. A lot of people have died, and more are going to die. [ His tone becomes a little somber, as he speaks. ] Hell if I know, but it's easier to deal with then everyone at each other's throats.

She made it clear she wanted all the Norse together, and I'm not going to try and lead them. It's not really my place. I'm far more comfortable being on the outside looking in.

Like when all the boys in the cabin go out for midnight moonlit strolls when they think I'm asleep.

I'd rather have honesty, even if it's everyone at their throats. Waiting for it all to burst isn't going to help anything, not... for the long run. And I don't see us finishing this in a short battle.

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