Eight Gusts [ACTION]

[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

[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.]

[wordtechgodhood]

You--

[Oh, shit, what are his emotions even doing.

He's so worried, because John is hurt and he just fell from the sky through a roof after being missing for two months and he looks like he met the wrong end of something sharp and pointy along the way. He's so relieved, because John is alive and he's right here (and Dave will never forgive himself if he cries, so he's not going to). He's so pissed off because--]

Where the hell have you been?!

[Yeah. Let's settle on the part where he's angry.]

[thewindything]

[Okay, he's being yelled at. He's being yelled at by a voice he recognizes. He makes an effort to try and focus his eyes, but his head is still spinning and pounding and literally everything hurts right now. He lifts his head just a bit to try and look at him.]

[Blonde hair, Ben Stiller Shades, camp shirt, yep. Dave Strider.]

[He was home.]

[He's not sure when he realizes that Dave is holding his hand, but he squeezes it back for a second and cocks him a tiny dumb John!smile.]

I was locked in the Red Room's fucking basement, dude.

[wordtechgodhood]

[Dave huffs out a laugh and resists the very potent urge to slug John in the arm. Some rooting around in his pockets produces his emergency supply of ambrosia, which he pushes into John's hand.]

Eat that. Come on.

[Stop giving him that dumb smile he's going to punch you in the face he swears.]

[thewindything]

[Please don't. He hurts enough right now. He stares blearily at Dave just shoved in his hand. After a second he figures it out and knocks it back.]

[Thank the gods for small miracles. He feels the different immediately and his head starts to clear up just a little.]

Man, I needed that. I think I hit like...three trees before I crashed into the roof.

[wordtechgodhood]

[Oh good, good. He'll just carefully help John to at least sit up, brushing him off like he didn't fucking crack both his knees scrambling across the floor to him a few minutes ago.]

Yeah? Did you get their insurance information?

[Total pokerface.]

[thewindything]

It was a hit and run, what do you think?

[Thanks, he's still a mess he's just less concussed now. He looks around at where he crashed. Someone's cabin, one he didn't know well cause he didn't really recognize it.]

... Did I really make it back?

[wordtechgodhood]

Tch.

[Dave looks around then as if he's only just noticed which cabin he scrambled into.

Uh.]

... Yeah. Crash landed right into the Hecate Cabin, bro.

[thewindything]

Oh geez. What day is it?

[Could be interpreted as a joke, but he says it completely honestly.]

[wordtechgodhood]

It's...

[Oh, man, it didn't even occur to him. He goes very still for a moment, then smirks.]

It's April first.