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[chiron]

[One very exhausted centaur starts the IM up this morning at around eight. The wolves are gone and Allison's hunters are all taken care of as well.

He's getting too old for this]

Thank you, campers, for your defense of the camp last night--and thank you Gale Hawthorne, for trapping one of the wolves and Hephaistion Amyntoros, for activating the shabti sent to us by Pharaoh Kane. Sadie Kane and Natalie Goodman also deserve our thanks as they captured one of the mortal invaders. Mr. D and I will question the captured werewolf and decide what to do with him later. I would also like to remind the camp that no matter what, all of you are safe here until you are proven to be a threat. Should I find anyone attacking another camper because of who or what they are, I will not be happy. As for Miss Argent, she has been allowed by the gods to stay in camp despite her behavior as she has no where else to go. This means she, too, is covered by that rule.

[This is mostly said for Scott and Derek's benefit.

He sighs]

Unfortunately, while we were otherwise distracted with the werewolves and Miss Argent's allies, the Red Room managed to infiltrate our borders. Demeter's counselor Jean Prouvaire informed me that he saw former legion member Zane Jolton coming out of the Athena cabin. One the harpies also saw someone driving off in Dean Winchester's Impala. We are doing a sweep of the camp to determine what they were after and I am ordering everyone to stay in the camp until we can get a retrieval quest together.

[End the feed. He may or may not respond to people as he's busy with the werewolf and the hunter. Later, the harpies will find these items missing]




There's a sign. The sign is actually posted on all of the cabin doors as well. As much as it felt inappropriate, it had to be done.

The following campers have broken the rules and have been punished appropriately.

Anna Arendelle. For disobeying her counselor's orders to stay inside and recklessly endangering herself, she has been assigned weeding duty in the strawberry fields for a week, no powers.

Lydia Martin and Gale Hawthorne. For leaving the camp unchaperoned, they have been assigned to the stables for a week and will have a daily check in with a counselor/Praetor for three.

Callie Jacob. For repeated and long term antagonistic behavior, a refusal to cooperate with those who approached her with concerns, and for abandoning her chaperone in the trip to New York over Christmas, she has been removed from her position in the Third Cohort and is back on proabtio. Miss Jacob has been made aware of the requirements to restore her position as have her Praetors.

Allison Argent. For betraying the trust of the gods and the camp and bringing in mortals who injured several campers, the Artemis cabin no longer welcomes Miss Argent as a camper. As she cannot leave the camp, Miss Argent has been moved.

It's signed "Chiron". No one will be told where Allison has moved to unless she tells them, and it's not likely anyone will know what Callie's requirements are either.

[[Callie's requirements to return to Legionnaire status are: two people must vouch for her behavior this time, and one must be a counselor/Centurion/other person in a position of power. One of those people also must be from another pantheon as her behavior affected all of the pantheons present here.]]

Comments

[arracht]

That would give me back problems. I'm a werewolf, not a juggernaut.

[ Just the thought of it makes him rub a little at his shoulder, and he shakes his head. ]

[willyouwalk]

It's one of the many reasons I am thankful for Duat storage. Moving that thing from London to Heliopolis and all across America without it would have been a pain in the neck.

[arracht]

Nevermind the fact that you don't have to worry about losing it in luggage or the mail, considering the fact you sort of need it every night.

[ That, at least, he's gathered. ]

[willyouwalk]

If I want my soul to stay in my body, I do.

[arracht]

Is there a reason for that? Or is it just another difference between the Egyptian pantheon and the others?

[willyouwalk]

Honestly, I don't know. All I know--all any of us really know--is that our souls have a nasty habit of not staying where they should when we sleep.

[arracht]

[ It says something about how comfortable he is with Tybalt that Derek brings a hand up and pushes at the side of the magician's head. ]

One of these days it'll just drift right out if you're not careful, then.

[willyouwalk]

[Tybalt makes a face and elbows him again]

For the record, you shouldn't joke about that. I mean, I don't mind, but.

[arracht]

Same way you shouldn't make dog jokes around other werewolves.

[ Derek accepts the elbow, swaying a little with it. ]

I'll keep all commentary between you and I, far away from Sadie.

[willyouwalk]

Fair enough, and thanks for that. I don't think she cares what I get up to but I'd rather not risk it.

[arracht]

There's a handful of magicians here, I know that much, but you're the only one I actually talk to. Sadie's the only other one I know the name of.

I'd rather keep from repeating the old Roman-Egyptian relations any time soon.

[willyouwalk]

[He smirks a bit]

And the old cat-dog ones?

[arracht]

And the old Irish-British ones.

How exactly are we even on friendly terms, again?

[willyouwalk]

Opposites attract? Your Fates got their yarn all in a knot from Bast fooling around? Sign of the apocalypse?

[arracht]

Human sacrifice, cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria?

[willyouwalk]

Clarion calls from the heavens, the dead rising, petrol being reasonably priced? Sounds about right.

[arracht]

I'm sure the gods are all just scratching their heads in confusion over this.

[willyouwalk]

That or they've given up on trying to make sense of us.

[He pauses suddenly before snickering]

The mental image of Bast going to your father and demanding to know why on earth his werewolf son is friendly with one of her kittens just came to me.

[arracht]

[ For a long moment, Derek is quiet as he thinks about that image. And then his shoulders start to shake and he ducks his head down, cracking up but trying to keep from laughing too hard. ]

[willyouwalk]

[Tybalt just cracks up because really, it's funny]

[arracht]

Gods, that. [ He grimaces as he laughs and wraps his arm around his middle, a knee coming up for him to plop his forehead against. ]

That's hideous.

[willyouwalk]

Yet we both laughed. We're terrible, aren't we?

[arracht]

It probably makes me a horrible son, so yes.

[willyouwalk]

And me a horrible follower.

[He was already a horrible son, and Bast isn't his mother so]

Well, we're not dead or damned so I guess no one minded.

[arracht]

Either they weren't paying attention, or they found it amusing enough.

[ Who knows with his father's sense of humor, really. ]