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halfbloodhill2013-12-25 01:48 pm
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Mark I || Action
[Well, if this isn't the cherry to top off this shit-sundae, Tony doesn't know what is. He's a veritable orphan and yet the prodigal son, is thisclose to a double PhD which he could use to finally escape his name and make a better one, when lo and behold... he's sentenced to indefinite probation at a summer camp. In December. Because of his father. Sperm donor. Whatever.
Merry freaking Christmas.
He elected to postpone any kind of tour and all too soon, and still completely unprepared, found himself at his cabin. With his... siblings. And he can still barely suppress the painful feeling that punched him in the gut the moment he arrived.
This feels like home.
Instead of just embracing the feeling, of course, he's fighting it and off on his own, brooding. As has become habit the past few days. He has some graph paper and a pen and is pretty consistently either sketching or staring off into space.]
{Tony can be found in the Hephaestus cabin, around the cabin, and possibly down by the lake. Wherever it would make sense to sulk for a bit while he sorts out his brain-space and stifles down the unsettling feelings of both belonging and repulsion. Not to mention ignoring exactly what day it is.}
Merry freaking Christmas.
He elected to postpone any kind of tour and all too soon, and still completely unprepared, found himself at his cabin. With his... siblings. And he can still barely suppress the painful feeling that punched him in the gut the moment he arrived.
This feels like home.
Instead of just embracing the feeling, of course, he's fighting it and off on his own, brooding. As has become habit the past few days. He has some graph paper and a pen and is pretty consistently either sketching or staring off into space.]
{Tony can be found in the Hephaestus cabin, around the cabin, and possibly down by the lake. Wherever it would make sense to sulk for a bit while he sorts out his brain-space and stifles down the unsettling feelings of both belonging and repulsion. Not to mention ignoring exactly what day it is.}
no subject
[She notices his shoulders untense - that's good. This is their cabin to share, now - he should at least feel welcome in it.]
He's my - our brother, the counselor here. We have two sisters as well, Sky and Labrys, automatons. And we're also sharing with a magician, his name is Feuilly.
[She pauses before she says Feuilly's name. They may play their verbal game, the knight-and-queen one, but just because they do doesn't mean that most will understand when she refers to him as Ser Feuilly.]
no subject
Sky I've met... [he trails off after a moment of searching for a way to elaborate on that encounter, and comes up short. Moving on...]
And Feuilly gave me the grand tour, he's pretty chill. [He pauses a moment before his next question.]
So, uh, how long have you been here? You seem like you've really got a handle on all this. [All This being, well, everything from putting up with brand-new siblings to feeding dragon babies...]