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first case. {action -> im }

[ So Stiles Stilinski may or may not be trying to sneak back into camp. There are two reasons for this: one, he's not ready for the barrage of questions that come with "why did you leave camp when they told us not to" and the are you okay's and pretty much everything he wants to avoid, and two, he definitely almost died on the way over here.

Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.

By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.

[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]

Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.

[ And that's the end of that. ]

( private im to scott mccall. )

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Iris Message/Action

[Enjolras stares at the rainbow, trying to hold himself as he normally does.

Except that's difficult when one has red rimmed eyes ~~from crying~~ and is all but hiding in his red hoodie. Still he's looking at the rainbow like he's about to say something. He opens his mouth, but is unable to get any words out. Licking his lips he starts again, then sighs, shaking his head.

Okay. This was a bad idea. In the end he can only manage a very quiet.]

Be careful if you enter the woods.

[Before ending the Iris Message.

For anyone who is curious/would like to actually seek Enjolras out they might be able to find him in two places.

A) At the archery range, letting arrow after arrow fly without any mind to any injuries he might be receiving.

or

B) Lying on his bed in the Apollo cabin not really speaking much, though he does try to retain a sense of normalcy whenever he sees Maya.]

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[iris message] october 3 2013, afternoon

[On the other side of the rainbow, Gabriel's sitting atop his cabin, which is nothing new. It's pretty common to see the counselor sitting on the roof. He likes being close to the sky. He leans forward, almost conspiratorially, and begins speaking.]

So some of you know about this, some of you don't. I've been hearing a lot of talk around here about...y'know, wondering what the hell happens to us after we're too old for camp. I know for us Greeks, it's always kind of been like - 'okay, good luck', and we end up dying out there in the mortal world. And personally? I'm not big on dying. But the Romans - they had their city, New Rome, and from what I saw, it was a place for them, their families. You could live out a normal life and be safe and not have to worry about opening your door and finding some empousa that wants to chomp on your leg or something.

So that's what I'm thinking. We have enough space here - why the hell don't we have our own city alongside camp, too? For everybody to stay safe. Not just Greeks or Romans or anything. If we have to be stuck here, we might as well be able to have our lives back.

If you're in, you know where to find me.

[He lies back on the roof, and the rainbow fades away.]

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second move ♘ iris message/potential action if you want?

[What's this? It's the outside of Athena Cabin and for once Ronald Weasley has a book in hand. Well, that's not all too uncommon so long as it's in Ancient Greece, but he's also made something! It can sort of be seen in the background hastily covered up as he considers what he wants to say with a scratch of his chin.

He so hates using these things, but there's a point today.]

So--erhm-- I did manage to get a chessboard set up, you know. Before that whole mess. We could use the armor from Capture the Flag for the actual game play, should work alright. Just red and blue instead of black and white--

[This isn't what he really wants to talk about, so he kind of falters. Throat clearing time.]

All right. It's going on almost four years now. Since finding out I was a demigod, I mean. And I only found out because someone here has a big mouth and likes nosing around--- but well s'sort of important. I thought I'd read up on it again, the old myths, and come to think-- isn't all of our Parthenon's connected in some way? Egypt's got Roman influences and we all know Rome took over Greece and adapted our Gods. Norse, too, me the Romans. S'abit odd when you think about it, innit?

[Because it is to him at least. It means that maybe this was always going to happen. But it's still not quite what he wants to talk about as he shifts, frowning. Yeah, he's just kind of giving up.]

So what do you do for someone who twist your life about on your birthday on theirs? Hermes' kids have to have some good payback.

[But it's said lightly, jokingly almost. Yep. He was so bad at this but he waits for responses before shaking out the rainbow. He can be found in front of Athena cabin with... whatever he's built up and the book.]

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IM/Can Be Action

[This is Hermione. This is Hermione looking a tad nervous to be asking the question she's about to ask, but she's been weighing on it for some time now. Especially after what happened with the Red Room…and now knowing that everyone's staying at Camp…it wasn't something she wanted to ignore any longer.

Anyone looking at the IM will see that she's sitting out by her usual lake, occasionally casting spells to change colors of stones nearby. It's a mindless incantation that she likes to do when she's focused on something else.]

I'm sure there will be some people that might be offended by this question, but I'm curious. Who do you tend to value more, your friends or your family? [She's being careful not to look at the camera as she changes another stone from blue to pink to green. She'd had a fight with Ron about it, of course, and she still wasn't entirely sure how she felt.] Demigod siblings don't count, by the way. I mean our actual families that we live with outside of camp. I realize that they're two entirely different spectrums, but…let's pretend we had a choice this year. Which of you would return, and which of you would stay to protect them?

[And then suddenly she's giving a light smile as she moves on to her next, and last, point..] Anyway, I think I'll be in the Arena later today if anyone needs me. [And she cuts the connection.]

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[So, here is Joly, giving everyone a wave. He is seated out on the docks, guitar somewhat nearby. He's been quiet for most of the summer, but hey, here is a PSA brought to you by an Apollo kid.]

So! Being as this is a camp, and it’s surrounded by woods, I figure I better give you all a heads-up. If you get bit by something nasty, please come by the Apollo cabin, or come see me, or whatever. Lyme disease isn’t fun. So -- yeah, let me know if you’re feverish, or you have a weird round rash, or a headache that you can’t get rid of. Or if you have a headache and another weird flat kind of rash. Tick bites are serious business.

I mean, there’s like five different kinds of diseases I can name off the top of my head. So if you find a tick, if you see a tick, whatever, let me know. Okay? Thanks.

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iris message

[Even after a summer spent flying mostly under the radar in Camp Halfblood, Mike isn’t used to the idea of Iris Messaging. Maybe that’s why this is the first time he’s using it.]

So it looks like we won’t going home this winter. Does this make anyone else, I don’t know, a little worried about the school situation? As great as the weapons practice and battle training have been, I was looking forward to graduating high school.

[Kind of a lot, actually. Mike has plans, and those plans include college, joining the FBI, and making Deputy Director by 40- he’s not going to let something like the potential end of the world get in his way. After that gets taken care of, he wants to pick up his life again. So yeah, the weapons practice and battle training have been great, but he has other things to be doing too.]

I guess I’m concerned about what kind of arrangements have been made for our academics now that we’re stuck here. I know most of us aren’t out of school yet. There has to be something in place, right?

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#3, Iris Message (sort of) / Action

[The Iris Message appears, showing Percy with a little grin on his face - and full battle armor, minus the helmet. Whatever else is going on, he's in a pretty good mood. That or whatever he's going to say amuses him a lot - probably both.]

So I was thinking, all of us've been through a lot, but we haven't had any major fights since last year at the Empire State Building. Considering everything that's gone on this summer, who knows if things are gonna stay quiet, so - come down to the creek. I'll be there, and if anyone feels like beating up on me a lot - hey Cabin Five! - I'll pretend to be Kronos or Hyperion or whichever buttface you guys want and we can do some war training. And I promise not to drown you even with the creek there. [But if he sees anybody ganging up on any of the little guys, your ass is grass.]

Sound good? I'll see you doAAAAH!

[Whatever else he is, Percy's definitely not immune to magic - and magic there is, as a little cloud of dust or mist or whatever forms over his face and quickly fades, leaving behind Percy. Only now he's sporting an excellent example of a perfect Snidely Whiplash mustache, curling ends and everything ~~and it looks really stupid with his usual messy hair~~, and that little smile is gone for a look of confusion and horror. His head snaps to the side at the sound of female laughter and he scowls at the unseen person.]

Very funny Nat! Now take it off!

[ Natalie comes into view, seemingly out of nowhere, though she's been standing behind Percy the entire time he's been speaking. ]

If I'm gonna fight someone, I'm going straight up old school. No apologies. Personally, I think it makes you a more formidable villain.

Just take it off, I don't need to be a-

[And he turns to Nat, waving a hand through the mist as he does so to break up the rainbow.]

[Not too long after, Percy will indeed be by the creek, de-mustached and looking much less silly.]

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Word 02 - IM - Open to Action

[Get used to seeing Sadie's face somewhere over the rainbow, guys. She's chatty and opinionated. She looks less pissy today though, which is good]

So, in the ten days I've been here there has been love potion in the breakfast, parents being swapped willy-nilly, and a giant elephant that nearly sat on me. After I was licked half to death by giant dog.

[Okay, so she's exaggerating a bit. Hannibal just scared her.]

Might I suggest putting a warning on the sign that says "it's not just the monsters that'll kill you" so that other, non-GreekandRoman [and yes, she says that as one word] godlings don't think that maybe sticking around to get eaten by whatever's attacking the nomes was the better choice? Because the nomes are odd, but even the Brooklyn House seems sane to all of this, and we have a baboon that only eats Doritos and flamingos and anything covered in Jell-o.

[She starts to break it, but remembers something]

Millie, do you have a shabti I can borrow? I need to send one to Gran and ask her for money. I'm making us t-shirts.

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Iris Message

[Hello campers. Here is your favorite daughter of Athena, Cabin Six Counselor, Annabeth. She has a PSA for you.]

So, I'm sure all of you have noticed that the gods haven't been too kind to us as of late: My mom, Athena, and some others, no names, but you know who they are, so I want to advise you on something:

On their holy days, please offer them the proper sacrifice? This will save us problems in the future. Thanks.

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001 ރ Iris Message

[ There’s a girl lying out by the ocean side beach, long black hair all tied up and off her neck and pale skin looking a little too red as she fans herself the book in hand. Her camp shirt has sleeves rolled up to her shoulders and bottom tied off just over the lower half of her rip cage, looking more like a bikini top than a shirt alongside the short shorts. ]

I would kill for a strawberry banana smoothie right now.

[ She glances over to the rainbow through large black sunglasses. ]

It should be illegal to be this hot and humid. Nice as the lake and ocean is for the scenic purposes, could we just... not? Whose mother or father do we speak to about climate and natural regional formations? [ Oh wait. That’s probably Gaea. W e l p. Moving on. ]

There’s strawberries aplenty, more than we could stuff the Big House or one of the chatty Aphrodite daughters’ mouth with. What I need from you, camp, is the bananas. My kingdom for a banana. [ Spoken in a dry kind of mellow drama as she lolls her head back. ]

And if I get a single comment referencing extremities best kept in your pants, you’ll be getting said pants set on fire. [ By banana she means banana. She knows half of you are dumb teenage boys who like to think they’re terribly clever on occasion.

She’s about to end the message when she remembers something, lowering her sunglasses to peer over them critically, angry librarian style, and somehow Isabelle has mastered Disapproving Mom Voice. ]

And if you see Stiles Stilinski, send him back to the cabin. He left wet towels on the floor, and he is going to clean them up, before they get dumped on his bed and he gets to sleep on a cold, wet mattress tonight.

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[ Action ]

[ Leo's been scarce for the last few days. He's shown up once or twice, but he's vanished just as quickly, with hardly a word to anyone except maybe his sister. Anyone observant may have noticed him sporting a new leather tool belt, but who really looks that hard? He's just a mechanic, after all.

So where's he been? That's a Cabin Nine secret. But when he reemerges, he's landing a giant dragon automaton made of Celestial bronze somewhere between the arena and the forges. Look, guys, he's got wings now! ]

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action ☁ july 5

Does this even count as past curfew?

It's six in the morning and Natalie's stumbled out of her cabin still in her purple pajama shorts and an old shirt. Her hair looks like she's been hit by a tornado and in her hands is a book of incantations. She hasn't gotten a wink of sleep, flipping back and forth between watching television and thinking too much.

There's no use in disturbing her half-siblings. She doesn't want to worry anyone at this hour, so she'll just sit on the front steps, barefooted and half-awake.

It's likely she's sleeping or half-sleeping by the time you find her, so she'll be needing breakfast.

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[JOINT POST - Scott McCall and Derek Hale] action, June 27

[ooc note: dialogue in italics is Derek's!]

[Scott's ran behind Derek towards the entrance to Camp Half Blood the whole time. Even though he's not relying on Derek to make every decision so much right now, he knows the centurion has a way better sense of direction than him.]

So this is it?

[Derek starts to slow as they approach the entrance, eyes scanning the surrounding area. Though he's been at the lead for much of the trip, he's adjusted
their course any time someone's stepped forward or suggested a different route. So long as they don't get anyone lost.]

This is it.

...No offense, but I was kind of expecting something a little...

[Scott, you've only seen the gate.]

Have you heard from the praetors? Are they here too?

So was I.

[Guys stop. Derek sighs, looking at him.]

Praetor Reyna is here. I haven't heard from anyone else.

At least it's not Octavian.

[Scott gives a shaky laugh, looking over at Derek for reassurance.]

Okay, we're not gonna figure out anything else about why Juno wanted us to come here unless we go in, right?

[this time, Scott is the first one to make a move, entering the camp's magical borders, hoping Derek will follow him.]

[Derek can't help but snort at that, though he doesn't say anything. It's not hard to see that he agrees. As Scott steps through the gates, he looks around one last time before he follows.]

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first case; IM/action

[ Stiles Stilinski has been at camp for a long time now. You could even call him a veteran. He’s seen and participated in every prank known to man, eaten enough dinners to satisfy a lifetime of want for delicious nymph cooked food, and gotten his ass kicked backwards and forwards at the training grounds. So you’d think, having been around the track a few times, he wouldn’t fall, literally, for something like a hole that someone dug in the ground and covered.

But because he’s Stiles, and Stiles only has awareness of maybe two of his limbs at a time, the teenager is currently in a hole. He’d tripped and landed face first in the dirt, something no one really wants on their first day of camp for the summer, and it looks like Stiles isn’t going to be getting out of here anytime soon. So he pulls a drachma out of his pocket, squirts his water bottle in the sunlight, and flings the coin into it, saying the offering at record speed. ]

Is this how we’re starting this year’s prank wars?! Because one, lame, and two, I can’t believe you assholes started without me. [ He fidgets and looks around the small hole—the vision of the iris message is decidedly squished because of the, uh, cramped space. Stiles is covered and dirt and he has a split lip from the fall, but otherwise he looks unharmed, if not a little irritated. ]

One, it is officially on. On like Donkey Kong. And two, someone should come help me or I’m going to levitate out of here, and that’s not going to be pretty. [ Or possible. But no one has to know that. The message fades as he runs out of water, and the last thing you hear is a loud come on, I wasn’t done! before it’s gone for good. ]

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SITUATION POST: JUNE 17, 2013

[Well, everyone who'd left to go get the standards back from Camp Jupiter - that's Chloe, Anna, Julien, Derek, Enjolras, Gabriel, and Reyna - will be arriving back at Camp Half-Blood this afternoon, just after lunch, with the blessings of both Hermes and Iris to give them a safe journey home at their backs. They'll be carting along five Imperial golden statues of animals with them that will be installed near the cabins, along with the statues of the Greek gods that were already there. Word on the street is that some more Roman campers followed their path, and there'll be a second wave coming in.

The part that may shock you, campers, is that they'll all be riding in on a large elephant wearing a kevlar vest. His name is Hannibal, and starting today, he'll be living in the arena along with Mrs. O'Leary.

Come and mingle at the campfire tonight, everyone. Chances are they've missed you.]

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You guys throw one heck of a welcome party. This place is amazing! Much better than the Wilderness School.

[ He'll have to go back and visit those girls in the water again sometime. They're gorgeous, and totally not in his league. Water nymphs couldn't leave the water, right? Mythology's not his strong point. ]

Pointer for next time, though? Seeing the satyr drop his pants is not the best introduction to your heritage. Just sayin'.

[ He shudders. That's an image that will be forever burned into Leo's mind, one he could have gone without just fine, thanks. But, true to form, he recovers quickly, flashing a grin with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ]

So, if you've been unfortunate enough to not meet me yet, try not to be too amazed by my greatness. [ Someone shut him up. ] The name's Leo Valdez, Cabin Nine, at your service. [ Did he really just give a salute with a screwdriver? ] You need anything fixed, I'm your guy.

[ And if you need a little prank while you're at it... Leo's glad to help where he can. He won't say that outright, of course - but the thing he's been tinkering with this whole time might clue you in, assuming you know what the landmines from around the Ares cabin look like. What's his plan for it? They'll find out soon enough, though that grin is pretty telling. ]

Uh... The rainbow's fading. I guess I've got a lot of cool stuff to check out, anyway. Valdez, out.

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[IRIS MESSAGE] May 25, 2013

[Ordinarily, Daenerys takes part in Plunteria. As the goddess of wisdom, Athena is particularly important to Dany, almost as much as her father, since she values truth and understanding. But this year has been a bit different for her, as she's spent quite a bit more time than usual in her cabin, taking care of her secret hatchlings.

Somehow, Daenerys has managed to find a reflective surface and a bottle of water amongst all the clutter, and she's said the prayer to Iris, tossing a drachma that she's had to search all over the Hephaestus cabin for into the rainbow. The beds are a mess, broken on the ground, and the tool cabinets have seemingly collapsed or exploded, metal objects strewn everywhere. There's a particularly large pile of tools by her bed with a thick blanket atop it that seems to be rattling, though this shouldn't cause alarm to most people, as something's always whirring in the Hephaestus cabin.

Dany takes a quick look back to the pile, worrying her face, as she feels particularly bad that she needed to hide her baby dragons and their cage this way, but work needs to be done, and she needs help.]

If anyone could spare a moment to help me in cleaning the Hephaestus cabin, I would greatly appreciate it. There's a lot of work to be done, and most of my brothers and sisters haven't arrived for the summer session yet. I'm not sure I can do it all on my own.

[She takes another look behind her, quickly, and then pushes some hair away from her eyes, giving a resolute look into the rainbow.]

I'd owe you a great debt for this.

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[ There's a blond son of Ares you may or may not have seen around camp in the last five years, but he's standing in front of the rack set out on the archery field where the children of Ares do their 'teaching you how to throw massive sharp things' sessions on occasion out here. He's looking a little grumpy and speaking in a short manner that's not even pretending to be amiable. ]

Hey. Ben, from Cabin 5. If you don't know me already, well, whatever. Hi. Now you do.

[ Good job. ]

Anyway, so there were nine javelins here yesterday and now there's only... eight.

[ See? 1, 2, 3, etcetcetc, 8. Only 8. ]

So someone who shouldn't have a pointy war-stick does, and seeing as we're starting javelin throwing lessons out here in abooout, 20 minutes?

[ A blink. A deadpan stare. ]

Means someone might be getting an extra javelin through the face if we don't see that thing back here soon.

Thanks.

[ And now you've had your daily does of war-god child hostility. Feel free to go back about your business. ]

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[IRIS MESSAGE: Wednesday, May 8th]

[Enjolras is sitting in the Arts and Crafts Cabin, only looking a little out of place. The pitter patter of rain is loud and clear against the windows.]

I know how people tend to get antsy when it rains as we can't do much outside, so I thought if anyone would like to join me in the Arts and Crafts cabin we can do something productive.

[He shrugs, fingers fiddling with the cockade he's been working on.

He's about to end the message before a thought strikes him. There's a small frown now.]

And before anyone says it. No. The productive craft would not be building a barricade of any sorts.

But if you're interested I could teach you how to make these.

[He holds up the cockade. It may or may not be the only craft he's really good at making.]

If you're interested, come by.