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[There’s a new face in the rainbow on the morning of December 8th- one that could probably actually really use a shower. Six months on the road has kind of made Rhys forget what being clean feels like. Or looks like. Anyway, cleaning up hasn’t occurred to him yet.]

I suppose when it comes down to it, talking over the rainbow isn’t that much stranger than travelling on the rainbow. You can get used to anything.

[He half-smiles, looking around like he’s still getting used to his surroundings, then re-focuses on the rainbow in front of him.]

Anyway, I’m Rhys Owens, your latest happy camper. I’ve just got one request- if you see a couple of ravens flapping around and trying to get up in your business, please don’t damage them. They’ll be kind of difficult to replace. I’ve told them to be polite, so if you shoo them off they’ll probably listen, but no promises. They make up their own minds, mostly.

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I think we can manage that.

[Jason is curious about who this new guy is.]

Welcome to camp, Rhys. I'm Jason Grace, a son of Jupiter and praetor to the Twelfth Legion staying here at Camp Half Blood. What pantheon are you with?

I'm with the Norse. Met them on the way back from their quest- I heard about the apples and thought it sounded like a good idea.

[He grins.]

Haven't picked up any titles as fancy as 'praetor' yet, though.

[He's not going to claim 'All-Father', seriously, he's not even nineteen yet. And the others are pretty over-dramatic.]

I'm glad you were able to find them even though they were on a quest. I haven't had a chance to talk with any of them yet, how'd it go?

And well, all the groups are organized differently. Praetor is more of a Roman thing.

Yeah, a little bird told me where they were.

[There's a reasonably indignant squawk and a raven lands heavily on Rhys's shoulder, tugging a bit of hair with his beak.]

Ow, ow, I take it back. You're a giant lump of birdflesh with no real use!

[The bird hunches its wings and puffs up its feathers, but lets go. Rhys apologizes by petting it on the head.]

Yeah, I guessed. I won't go stealing your titles, never fear. Not really my style.

[Jason does his best not to laugh at the attacking bird. He does make a note to avoid them though.]

All right. If you need anything I'm in Cabin One. It's pretty easy to find us since we all live on the roof.

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I'm so glad you've taken care of your birds. Now will you please go take a shower?

[Karrin's glad they found Odin, she really is, but she is NOT going to follow some guy who smells and looks worse than some of the street bums in her hometown.]

I keep forgetting that you guys have the miracle of hot water here. Sorry, I'll try to stop offending your nose.

[He doesn't seem embarrassed, just amused that she's making a fuss.]

We even have soap. You are so blessed.

[She's joking now. She can only imagine how rough he had it, but still.]

You're all living the life of luxury here, I see.

[He sniffs his t-shirt and makes a face.]

I really do get your point, though. I'll be back when I'm less odoriferous.

[He ends the message to go shower- but he'll IM her again when he's done, and in a camp t-shirt because that's all they really had.]

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Oh, so they're your crows? Be a dear and tell them to stop harassing my baboon.

Tell your baboon to stop making those 'agh' noises at my ravens, Miss Kane.

[But he sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles shrilly. A minute or two later, the birds land on his shoulders.]

Stop trying to steal the poor ape's basketball, guys.

He's a baboon! He makes "agh" noises! It'd be like asking a cat not to meow.

A lot like asking a raven not to tease other animals, too.

[The one on his right shoulder croaks in agreement.]

I'm serious about the basketball, Huginn. You can't even play, you've got talons.

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I'll be sure to put up a few scarecrows around camp.

*Look, Bay wants to be nice but some part of her really hates the idea of you. That part of her happens to be the gut reactions of a very irritable God of the Underworld.*

So you know which of these cabins got stuck with you? Not that it'll do anything to me, no way you're in the same cabin I'm in.

[The raven on the railing next to him gives a derisive croak. Muninn would like to see that work.]

I'm in with the children of Hecate and one or two of the Egyptian magicians.

[He isn't sure how to respond to Bay, so he's treading lightly- he doesn't want to repeat past mistakes, and he really doesn't want old grudges to be part of life here, but... how do you apologize for something your pre-incarnation did because he felt he had to?]

*Bay eyes him, he doesn't act all... Allfathery, which is helping a little. But Hel is still firmly against him, which Bay can really understand. At least that obnoxious Sadie girl has to deal with him, some favor.*

Good luck with that.

Thanks. Considering how the animal feud is escalating, I'll need it.

[He doesn't mind the obnoxious Sadie girl, but the baboon is seriously trying his patience.]

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Welcome to camp, Rhys.

I'm guessing if we feed them they'll never leave us alone? I'm Lydia, Cabin Ten.

Thanks, Lydia.

Yeah, that's about right. They don't really need human food, but they're greedy anyway.

Should I also advise my brothers and sisters to keep shiny things away from the windows?

[It's hard not to come off like she's flirting. Lydia Martin = Flirting = Breathing.]

They're more interested in eavesdropping than stealing shinies, fortunately. I don't know where they'd put them besides in my stuff.

[And he really doesn't want everyone else's valuables in his bag. That might leave a bad impression.]

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Heya Rhys. Welcome to camp. I'm Yang.

[Yang is looking as chipper as ever. She waves at the Iris Message and looks to be sprawled on her bed, her chin propped in her hands.]

Did you have a rough time getting here or are you just trying to bring back the grungy look?

Nice to meet you.

[He shrugs, plucking at his t-shirt.]

Getting here was easy. It was the six months that preceded that particular leg of the journey that were a challenge.

Six months?

[Either he had gotten really lost, fought a lot of monsters, or, well, something else was up.]

Welp! You're here now. That's what matters right?

I was looking for something. I didn't find it, so I thought I'd come here.

[He's known about the camp for a couple of months now. He just hadn't gotten around to coming until it became a really good idea to join the other Norse gods.]

Yeah, that's what matters. It's nice to be back under a roof.