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[ All right, so this wasn't exactly how Arthur planned on spending his Christmas break, but with tensions running high between himself and his father he thought it for the best. Probably. ("You're seventeen, Arthur; a mere boy. What could you possibly think you know?") So, at least for the time being, this son of Aphrodite is back ...

And he's not feeling particularly Christmassy. Sorry, gang.]

For Christ's sake ...

[ Because his father's cussing has rubbed off on him despite his own exposure to other gods and goddesses. ]

Is all of this really necessary? Some of us have more than enough garish decor in our cabins all year round.

[ And this is the problem with Arthur Pendragon. He's charismatic and gorgeous, yes - he's a child of Aphrodite, how could he not be - but when he's in a bad mood? He becomes the most impossibly catty grouch. By 'this' he's of course referring to the festive spirit spreading throughout the camp: decorations and such like that he's certain everyone could live without. ]

Anyway. Since it seems I'm back here for the hols ... [ Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. Right now he's the pictorial definition of a First World Problem - Chanel cardigan and all. ] ... Let's all try to be a bit more considerate of those who don't fancy snowball fights and sweets, shall we?

[ OOC: So! Since Arthur's new to the game but has been coming here since he was 13, I'm more than happy to go ahead with almost any and all assumed cr. This post is just him being a grump (nothing new), he'll be find in a few days (again, nothing new), so feel free to have your character just eye-roll and shove a gingerbread man in his mouth. Action tags are very welcome: he'll be hanging around the Aphrodite Cabin / loitering at the pegasi stables. Have at him! ]

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Let's see, there are...what, twenty or so kids here, all forced away from their parents during the holidays and you want them not to decorate or celebrate?

[Tybalt gives this guy a Look. He's not particularly festive himself, but for Ra's sake. He doesn't say anything else, he just gives the guy a Look]

Aren't you a charmer?

[Elizabeth is sitting on her bunk in Artemis cabin, munching on some sugar cookies from Charlie.]

Welcome back to camp, happy holidays. I get the part about no snowball fights, but no sweets? [she takes another bite of her cookie.] You are missing out.

[It's not that he's worried about being the new kid. Merlin isn't going out of his way to impress anyone, he doesn't give a fig who their parents are. It just feels like it's all still sinking in, and he needs a few hours to himself before he makes his camp debut like some southern belle debutante.

The stables seemed as good a place as any, at least until he realizes that they house pegasi instead of horses. Okay, now he's feeling it. Everything is surreal and overwhelming. Like, 'sitting in the corner with his head between his knees trying to breathe' overwhelming.]

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[Since Alcuin isn't at the cabin right now...]

There's very little to be done about the camp's incessant need for celebration.

[That was almost catty, Alcuin- usually the Aphrodite counselor is the sweetest boy in the world, but he's been having a rough time lately. The holidays aren't helping in the slightest. He obviously regrets it a moment later, because he continues.]

We might as well let everyone who enjoys it have their fun. At least the food is good.

[ You come by the strangest siblings here, don't you? Despite the blond and the light colored eyes, Heather would have laughed if you asked if she was related to this guy, this prince. ] Okay, Scrooge McDuck.

[ Heather calls over from where she's reading a music magazine. ] Does anything make your heart grow two sizes larger or are you like this all the time?

[ The perkiest Roman needs to know these things. ]

[Man. Why are all of her brothers hot. She'd take him, Chanel cardigans and all. She has always admired a man with a fashion sense.

But this daughter of Venus has been one of the people hanging up said decorations. She likes to get into the festive spirit.]

So you don't fancy mistletoe and chestnuts roasting on an open fire, either?

Arthur!

[Lydia greets him with a huge smile and a hug that has very little - actually nothing to do with the holidays.]

Good, now I can perish the thought of having to make the rounds without you when the parties start.

No, but it's way more fun than not doing decorations. Besides, this isn't the mistletoebomb the camp was start of the month. That should make you happy at least, right?

*Maya tilts her head as he complains and pouts and is otherwise a pest.*

What have you got against sweets?

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