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

[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!?

[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...]

[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.

[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. ]

[wintersergeant]

What the--

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

Everyone alright?

[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.]

[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