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[wasalmostdaphne]

Hi. Bay Kennish, resident reincarnated God of the Underworld. I haven't really bothered with the whole talking through rainbows thing, but I do have a tiny complaint.

You've been great hosts making sure that we got to have all the 'fun' of kidnapping anyone who tried to leave this summer, one of your Gods tormenting people with the dead, being trapped by werewolves and finally keeping us here under total lockdown without any attempt at asking your guests if they would appreciate it.

But just because this is your camp, and we're only here because you invited us, doesn't mean you should just forget that we might have opinions and ideas about some of the things going on. Yes, we like the safety, but we also would like to know where the rest of us, both our pantheon and the fragmented souls of our Godly forms, happen to be. If they are safe, do they need us, would they like to catch a movie? Things we can't do from the inside of your hospitality.

We don't want to see the world destroyed again, but realize that we would like the freedom to leave you to your war with your Earth God if you keep treating us like we're your campers. Got it? Good.

Comments

[dromomania]

I've talked to Chiron about respecting our pantheon and I mostly got 'sit down and shut up until you can sit at the adult table'. Something about gratitude, too.

[It rankles. It seriously, seriously rankles.]

We're going to have our own space here- one way or another we'll make that happen- but I don't know how to make them open the borders. We can't start a war in here.

[wasalmostdaphne]

They have enough on their plate to realize starting another war inside their walls will not get them any closer to winning the war they're hiding from.

And since the key to us sitting at the 'big kids table' is our divine power, I imagine they don't want us to reclaim any more strength. Especially if they keep driving a wedge between us.

[dromomania]

Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind.

[He pauses thoughtfully. They are talking over a rainbow created by one of the goddesses.]

We should probably discuss this in person.

[wasalmostdaphne]

I have nothing to hide, but if you think it's better to talk in person. I'm in Cabin thirteen.

*She doesn't care what they hear, she's pretty sure they'll listen anyway.*

[dromomania]

[Rhys will show up in a bit.]

It just seems tacky to be rude about them over their own communication system.

[wasalmostdaphne]

Next you'll say we can't be rude in their camp. Then where will we be.

[dromomania]

I won't say that until we have our own space to gripe in.