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[thewindything]

[So you thought you'd escaped the excitement of April Fools. A place like camp heralds the date like the end of times. When you're in a camp full of ADHD half-gods and 75% of them are the worst kind of tricksters it's only natural to build your own safe house and live underground untilt he dust cleared.]

[It would be about 7pm and a little after dinner that camp would get at least one more surprise.]

[And that would be the sound of a purple and blue shaped missile rocketing through the skies. It could have been written off as a weird low flying plane until it changed course very suddenly and nose dived towards camp.]

[John Egbert had been on the run for a good week before he made a last ditch effort to fly the rest of the way back to the island. When he was able to finally spot Half-Blood Hill passing under him... well. He was always told he needed to work on his landings.]

[He nose-dived, plummeting through the tops of a few trees and finally gracelessly crashing through the roof of Hecate Cabin.]

[The rest of camp will be notified by this event by the sounds of explosions and fireworks going off from the rupture of all of the cabin's cursed stones.]

[+ One lost Son of Jupiter. Happy April Fools!]

Comments

[wordtechgodhood]

-- what the fuck?

[That spluttered exclamation is all Dave manages, not near enough to Hecate Cabin to have seen the cause but definitely close enough to be witness to the result. He's running instantly, to hell with any kind of self-preservation (what's that, even?) as he reaches the door and yanks it open.

Then stares.

Just.

Stares.]

... what the fuck!?

[thewindything]

[What the fuck indeed. John is laying in a heap of broken cabin, bits of roof and the ire of Hacate's inhabitants. He's dirty, beaten up, and bleeding from various points, including his head and arms.]

[By some stroke of magic he still has glasses. How the fuck even.]

[All Dave get's in response is a groan.]

[Fuck today man.]

[wordtechgodhood]

[He doesn't even think about possible repercussions before he ducks into the cabin. Dave doesn't know who the hell this is, not at first, and then--]

... John?

[His voice catches in his throat in a way he hates and doesn't give a shit about all at the same time, his next heartbeat pushing up to catch and coil around it like a vice. His chest feels tight and he sways where he stands, eyes shocked wide behind his shades.

John (and oh gods it's John, it's actually John) makes a sound and Dave loses sense of time, unable to pinpoint the moments between standing in the door and dropping down to his knees so hard that the impact reverberates up his spine. He's scrambling to the other boy like the floor is fucking iced over and he'd be embarrassed if he had a spare thought to care.

But he doesn't. He claws his way to John's side and shoves a hand up into blond hair to grip it, tugging hard, making sure he's not dreaming. Nope. That hurt.]

John.

[The word - the name - comes out like it's the only thing he remembers how to say. Terse and relieved and angry, fingers shaking as he touches one of the other boy's arms, grabs his hand, curls his own tight around it.]

John-- [Shit, what the fuck is even happening to his voice? What the fuck?] John, say something.

[thewindything]

-the fuck put that cabin there...

[He groans again, this time with a little more life to him, and blinks his eyes open. Ugh wow he couldn't see for shit why was everything spinning, what was even going on.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi was no where near the Hecate cabin, but the commotion was enough to catch her attention. Her stomach lurched as she feared the worst, taking a step back before steeling her nerves. It's probably just a prank gone wrong.

She still brings her bo staff with her as she approaches the Hecate cabin a few minutes later. Pushing down her nerves she readjusts her grip. It's just a prank gone wrong. Just a prank gone wrong.]

's anybody in there?

[When there's no answer she gulps, but then creeps forward. Hopefully Natalie will forgive her for going into the cabin without permission...]

[thewindything]

[They're probably more concerned with the kid that just crashed through their roof. Who is laying in a heap on the remains of said roof. Looking like he lost a fight with a minotaur.]

[John makes some vague noise to signify he's alive, but he doesn't move or open his eyes. He's kind of a wreck.]

[Hi Naomi.]

[serenesuccessor]

[She creeps forward, not realizing who it is at first.

Then she sees.

The bo staff clatters to the ground followed by a scream that may have been 'John'. In a flash she's scrambling through the rumble, tripping over loose pieces of wood until she drops to her knees besides John. She reaches out, her hands faltering as she takes in the state John's in.

There are tears already forming as she takes a shuddering breath, reaching forward to grab hold of John's shoulder to give him a shake only to hesitate at the last moment.

She doesn't want to hurt him, but in the end she risks it. She shakes his shoulder, desperate.]

Jo-John! John wa-wake up!

[thewindything]

[Oh, he is being shaken okay. John makes a slight gurgling noise and groans louder.]

Fuck! Ow, I'm awake!

[Sort of. He opens his eyes and puts his hands to his head because everything is spinning and he can't see straight.]

[It takes him a minute before he recognizes the voice of who shook him and he looks over at her.]

...Naomi?

[tsunbird]

[He's probably sitting in a tree somewhere when John rockets his way down and through the roof of Hecate Cabin. He watches with dull fascination, up until the point fireworks explode everywhere, at which point he whistles low and hops out of his tree to investigate.]

[He had asked for interesting, hadn't he?]

[He doesn't know to be wary of climbing into the ruined cabin, but he stays outside of it anyway, instead just peering into the rubble from outside bent at the waist with his head tilted to an angle almost too extreme to look comfortable.]

If you're alive in there, congratulations on a grand entrance.

[thewindything]

[It's a little while before there's much response out of him. Luckily someone in the cabin was able to recover some ambrosia and he's not in any life threatening danger anymore.]

Definitely alive. If being dead hurts anything like that then I'm looking for the fountain of youth.

[That would be a skinny, dark-haired bespectacled teenager that looks like he lost a fight with a very large monster pulling himself out of the rubble and looking at Ankh with a great deal of interest.]

[tsunbird]

[He somehow tilts his head even farther at an angle. Ankh stop you're going to snap your head off one of these days.]

[He straightens up when John emerges, raising his eyebrows and tipping his head the other way in a quirk, not unlike a bird. He blinks, slowly.]

I hear living longer than an average lifespan isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[thewindything]

The Gods seem to get a kick out of it.

[Don't worry, he's probably still concussed and isn't picking up on you being an enigmatic asshole.]

Who are you? Don't think I've seen you before.

[He's in camp right? He looks around, as if to reassure himself.]

[clearasil]

[ Amid the rubble comes a tense, high pitched cry: ] Are you even freaking serious right now?

[ Look, Naomi, she even stopped herself from swearing.

She's there, of course having grabbed a quick dinner in hopes of just flat out passing out due to a long, sleepless night. So, there's an angry counselor in her all plaid pajamas with the beginning of a bedhead, waving her arms frantically and yelling incantations left and right to try to stop the explosions.

One must question why her birth mother insisted on cursed stones for her own cabin, but she's always had a weird sense of non-humor, much like her daughter. Who doesn't think any of this is funny. ]

[thewindything]

[Hey, John is with you there. He didn't mean to crash through the roof of one of the most horrifically booby-trapped cabins in camp. He doesn't voice this, though. He's fighting to stay conscious so he just makes a sort of groan to indicate the landing hadn't actually killed him.]

[clearasil]

[ Okay, okay, that's not something intentional, for sure. But Natalie's still pissed at the situation and, unfortunately, he's on the other end of that irritation. Sorry, dude. She's sleep deprived. Once she's got ... some of the explosions under control, she waves her hand and clears the smoke around him. ]

Yo. Can you breathe?

[thewindything]

Unfortunately.

[That would be him trying to sit up but he quickly abandons that endeavor when his head goes topsy-turvy.]

[wintersergeant]

What the--

[Bucky heads over, gun on his back and ready to kick some major ass if they're under attack]

Everyone alright?

[thewindything]

[No one here but a beaten up nerd laying in a pile of what used to be the cabin's roof.]

[Have a pained groan for your answer. Also some kid you haven't seen in camp before.]

[wintersergeant]

[Bucky goes over and promptly aims his gun at the strange kid]

Who're you?

[fowlisfair]

[All things considered, John is lucky that Loki's reincarnation currently resides in Hecate's Cabin. Sort of. Artemis basically calculated the demigod's trajectory, deduced he or she would smack right into the cabin, and guessed that it was a demigod at all.

This adds up to a rather disapproving barn owl swooping silently in to drop a canteen of nectar next to John's hand. He lands a couple feet away from the downed son of Jupiter, watching.]

[thewindything]

[Well, thanks, he guesses. He will kind of groan and slowly come too. He's hit a number of things before colliding with the cabin including, but not limited to, three trees, a harpie, and a Dunkin' Donuts sign. (The sign was sometime before he left the busier part of New York, for the record.) He's teetering on a major concussion.]

[But nectar is great for fixing stuff like that so when he finds the canteen, he looks around semi-suspiciously before uncapping it and sniffing it. Oh. Okay, that's good enough for him.]

[Once he drains it he drops the canteen and rubs his head.]

Could have stuck that landing better, heheh.

[fowlisfair]

[The barn owl hoots in agreement. You're awful at landing, John.]

[angeliaforos]

[So Gabriel thought he saw a familiar-looking blue blur flying through the sky, but didn't really pay any mind to it until the blur went crashing like a bowling ball into pins into the Hecate cabin. And really? With the kids that live there, he's surprised they didn't charm the stones of the house to make exactly that sort of sound when something crashes into it.

If something crashes into it. Aren't those things cursed?

Regardless, he shoves a square of ambrosia into his pocket and rushes over there like an actual good counselor.]

Jesus. Talk about making an entrance

[thewindything]

I'm here all week.

[If you guessed that familiar blue was 1.) John Egbert of Cabin 1 then you guessed right, Gabe. He's in fact, laying in a heap of roof and other broken stuff looking like he lost a fight with a blender.]

[angeliaforos]

Not in that state, you won't be. You're lucky you didn't hit the rock that turns us all into trees, man.

[He sighs a little and grunts, lifting up a bit of roof and side rocks before extending a hand to John.]

Where the hell did you get off to?