Mark I || Action

[the_futurist]

[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.}

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[toeverywhere]

[Elizabeth had been enjoying the day, and, as the sun was sinking low in the sky, decided to lace up her boots and patrol the woods, letting Songbird fly as she did so. Warm in her navy blue knit-hat and silvery jacket, she'd tromped about, simply enjoying how, well, lovely, dark and deep the woods were.

And the fact that there was no sign of danger in the woods.

Songbird had disappeared, but she wasn't worried about him. He could take care of himself.

Songbird, as it was, had decided to go visit the lake, half-frozen, looking for something to munch on. The raven, as it were, landed just a few feet away from a sulky-looking Tony Stark. With a Caw! he began to walk towards him, pecking at the ground here and there.]

[polishfan]

[Here's Feuilly, making his way up out of the forge and heading over to grab a clean shirt to shrug into when he notices Tony hanging out there, definitely broody looking. He's got that new kid look to him, like people sometimes had at Brooklyn House, and even though he hasn't been at camp that long, it's enough to send him over, where he's clearing his throat a little.]

Hey. This probably feels insane right now and overwhelming and everything, but if you need or want somebody to talk to, I'm Feuilly, and I'm bunking right over there.

[Then there's a gesture toward his own bed, covered in various supplies, and sleeping rat.]

[creepyfreezone]

What are you working on?

*She's cheerful, a little bit naive by the look of her. She's also your sister! Not by blood, as she doesn't have any of that. She's trying to be friendly, she does that.*

[pyrkagia]

[When Tony does enter the Hephaestus cabin, though, he'll find a girl with white-blond hair sitting on her bed, a small plate of uncooked meat sitting in front of her. She's set down a flame-retardant blanket on her bed, mostly for the sake of the cabin structure itself. There are three dragons sitting across from her - well, only the green one is really sitting. The black one's snapping towards the meat, trying to trap it in his mouth to toss it in the air and roast it, and the cream one crawls towards her lap. She reaches her hand out toward the black dragon, as if to say 'no', when she hears and sees the door open and a new face enters. It's not often a new sibling comes to Hephaestus' cabin, so she's thinking he's someone looking to have a weapon made. She didn't even hear a knock, as so many of the people who aren't her cabinmates do.]

Can I help you with something?

[commandertoolbelt]

[ When Leo comes into Cabin Nine, there's something different. The little bronze dragon curled around his neck and shoulders is the one to point the new guy out to him with a chirp, and he smiles. You'd think as counselor he'd be informed of someone new staying in his cabin, but oh well. It's not like he takes the position that seriously, anyway. ]

Hey, new guy! What're you working on?

[ He's genuinely curious, so he and Scout will be coming right over to invade your personal space. ]

a+ intro btw

[habitually]

[ Turns out the lake isn't an unpopular spot for people to think today. Apparently demigods being the sidelined freaks they are, the holidays warrant a lot of mixed feelings to sort through. Grantaire is no exception. Not even a card this year from good old Mom. Too busy wining and dining in France, no doubt.

So, as R makes it his business to know quite a bit about the camp and the people in it, a new face makes him curious. Being a Dionysus kid, his cabin's usually empty since he only has a few siblings, and Christmas made it feel unbearably so. Tony's eyes seem to be so focused on something in the distance Grantaire's not sure he hears him approach so he speaks up. ]

Thinking about jumping in?

[somatophylax]

[Sketching in a notebook and staring off into space is pretty much the summation of what Hephaistion does when he's idle and trying not to dwell on his thoughts. This son of Athena has a few things surrounding the holiday that he himself is avoiding, so finding someone he doesn't recognize outside Cabin Nine who is preoccupied with sketching... it catches his attention.]

Sorry to interrupt but [he gestures to the graph paper in the newcomer's hand] science, art, or both?