halfbloodhill | Entries tagged with c: annie cresta [the hunger games]

[The IM shows a teenage girl eyeing the shimmers in front of her with a smirk.]

I feel like a princess. A sparkly, sparkly princess. This shit is way better than eagles.

[Then she clears her throat and looks more businesslike.]

Grace McCallum, First Cohort, reporting for duty. Is there someplace I should be reporting to? A Legion HQ? The faun didn't say, but I don't want to be remiss.

excusing

[ Never before had she thought she would ever be on horseback - on pegasusback. Heather has been in camp for nearly a year and during that time, she's developed a bond with one of the steeds in camp, a gray speckled horse named after a character from the Bond movies. Since it is Greek tradition that the children of Demeter or Aphrodite teach riding lessons, she is actually confident enough to lead a lesson for a few of the younger campers who are eager to take to the skies. Astonishingly (at least to herself), Heather is calm and collected, bubbly but firm in her instructions. If you're watching, there's almost a motherly air to her as she helps one of the girls off her horse.

She's just finishing up her teaching, so you're free to catch her on her way out. ]

weneedasign

[For the past few days people might have noticed Enjolras in the mess half - or rather haven't noticed him at the mess hall. That's because Enjolras hasn't been eating there. Sure, he's made brief appearances - long enough to grab a plate of food before going outside.

At first it was because the weather had finally seemed to make up it's mind, but sitting outside eating had given him an idea.

Or rather... Reignited a certain idea.

He sends out the rainbow sometime in the morning, a frown on his lips. It should be clear to anyone he has thought long and hard about what he's going to say.]

A few of you might recall an attempt to protest the ridiculous rule that we can only sit with our families at meals. [Or, y'know, remember how poorly it ended.] I believe enough time has passed, enough to do something about it again.

More and more of us come, all from different pantheons, and the continue rule that we can only sit with our cabin - while it makes sense for us Greeks - hardly makes sense for everyone else. The Romans before coming here lived with their cohorts, they ate where they pleased I believe. [Feel free to correct him on that if he's wrong.] The Egyptian's have nothing like this outside of their Nomes and the Norse... Well most of you I believe didn't know about any of this until Hera appeared to you.

We have been told we must continue to adapt, to work together. And while it may seem small to some - prohibiting us from forming new bonds and strengthening friendships through meals meant for family - weakens us. Not only that, it's pushing our system upon those who have never lived that way.

[He pauses, taking a breath.]

I'm not a fool as to repeat last time. My suggestion for how to go about doing this would be eating outside.

[He's still not sure what Hera's punishment was meant to accomplish, but he's wise to keep that to himself.]

I'll be by my cabin for anyone who wants to discuss this with me.

[And with that he dismisses the rainbow.]

catpiss

[She's barely been at the camp for a few hours. Everything here is vastly more expansive than she was thinking it would be, and to be quite frank, she's -- a little overwhelmed. Maybe the reason that she's posting this is because she hopes a familiar face she suspected of being here will pop up. She pulls her hand through her hair (it's dirty and unkempt, maybe someone should tell her where the showers are located?) and heaves out a breath that's just as tired as she looks. She might look calm because of that, but the way her leg is rhythmically bouncing just off-screen gives away how she's really feeling.

She stares dumbly into the rainbow for a moment or two, like she's still a little disbelieving that this is how things actually work. From the background around her, she's probably at the edge of the forest.]

...uh, hi.

[She casts her gaze back toward the camp, then swallows. So eloquent, this one. Is she seriously supposed to be the daughter of someone who's a poet? Maybe a really bad poet.]

Is there some sort of student list here? I need to check up on someone.

[She'll vehemently deny that she's worried about Finnick. He might've paid attention to her in school, but he was still sort of an ass. She's just -- grasping at straws for any hint of familiarity, okay? Some of the creatures here have legs like deer. She's suddenly worried she might've accidentally wounded one of them in the past, hunting in the back woods of her house for food.]

quester

[ It's morning and Annabeth's been making certain preparations. She's been a quiet but active presence on camp, troubleshooting mostly since she returned from the quest to Chicago.

There's a lot to do. Percy's absence has put a dent in her plans and she knows that he is safe and his mother is well and recovering; she hates not being with him for an extended period of time. ]

I have a few points to address this morning.

Firstly, Grover and I are going to visit Percy and his family this weekend if anyone has a message or something else to send him. I can personally deliver that for you.

Second, if there's anything you need my help with, I am all yours for the entire day. I don't especially like leaving my cabin unattended but I can definitely trust that everyone will keep it together for two whole days.

I realize that since that series of interesting and often unfortunate events has thrown my previous plans off course and there are tons of loose ends that I'd like to return to. Since the barriers have been taken down, we've lost a good chunk of campers and I know that you're all missing someone. If there's anything I can do, just -- let me know.

unstiff

[ Four is out by the water today. He's got a goal in mind and that's clear from the determined look on his face (if the stern look on his face can be differentiated from his normal expression).]

Swimming isn't one of my strong points. [ He's actually making himself fairly vulnerable admitting that he's got a weak point. ] I'm gonna work on that if anyone wants to join me. [ Just before the IM closes out, he can be seen shedding his tee shirt and one might get a glimpse of his back

ordinaire

[The rainbow is not upside down, no. That would be the Demeter girl, sprawled out with a pretty decent bruise forming on her arm and a scrape or two on her face. Laughing breathlessly, Anna waggles her fingers at the rainbow.]

Hey!!! So... Horseback riding is not as easy as it looks. So, you know, if anyone wants to teach me? It totally looks fun.

Ah-- if anyone has some spare ambrosia or something, too? I think I sprained or fractured something.

rainfelled

[Aqua looks a little sad, a little worried, and a little proud. Two family members just left, and while she's sure they'll be alright, she can't help how she feels about it. Yet, she addresses the rainbow message with the stoicism and grace of a good Centurion.]

Ven has been called away to help some lost Third Cohort members having trouble with monsters. He's the best one for the job, and he'd volunteered to help. Percy...has also left for personal reasons that I'm not sure I should disclose. I can say that he needs to take care of some family matters.

That is all.

[She cuts the connection. If anyone wants to find her, she'll be in front of Cabin Three, working on one of these. There are two boxes on either side of her. On her left is full of the parts she needs to make the Wayfinders, and on her right are all the ones she's finished with. Aqua might look busy, but she'll welcome a distraction.]

hiemps

[ It's been a longer day than he cares to admit, but now that he's got a better idea of where he is, the only thing left to do is make contact with the few campers from California that beat him here. The whole idea of using rainbows to communicate seems... well, far-fetched and unreliable might be one way of putting it. Though it's hard to argue that it's ineffective after the demonstration from earlier. Still, he's as weary as he is curious. ]

[ Between a finger and a thumb, cloaked in a leather glove, he plays with a drachma for an instant, eying the mist one last time while he hesitantly resists the small prayer his guide had taught him earlier and drops the coin in the rainbow. For a moment, he's almost afraid that it's not working, but he doesn't hear the telltale sound of the coin splashing into the small pool of water, so he thinks that it must have worked. Jon flexes his fingers and his face tightens, shifting into something as inexpressive as the side of a glacier. ]

Good afternoon. [ His greeting is stiff and hesitant and accompanied by a slow dip of his head. ] I wanted to start by thanking those that helped me find my bearings earlier. It was greatly appreciated.

[ And now on to business. ] I'm looking for any of the other Roman demigods that have made their way here. Especially our Praetors and anyone from the Fourth Cohort. I need to check in and see who's here and who isn't. If you see them and they've missed this message, tell them I'm looking for them.

[ He's relying more on his fellow Romans for that. From his earlier briefing, it sounded like the Greeks don't exactly have the same... structure that they do. That's why he has his doubts that any of the campers originally from Camp Halfblood would know who belongs to his cohort. If he's proven wrong, though, he would be pleasantly surprised. And speaking of Camp Halfblood, Jon hums thoughtfully before deciding an introduction is in order. ]

I'm Jon, by the way. Jon Snow. I'm the son of Aquilon... though you'd likely know him as Boreas, I think. And I'm a Centurion in the Legion. [ Simple and to the point. ]

[ For a moment, he looks like he's about to turn away, but Jon hesitates and turns back. ] And... does anyone know if anyone from New Rome has made their way here? I'm looking for my uncle and I'd hoped [ after spending months of chasing rumors that led to nothing but dead-ends ] that he might be here. Or, barring that, some clue to where he might be.

clearasil

[ Natalie has always been a private person. It might be obvious to those who are especially concerned about her that she hasn't been seen in a couple of days since the quest departure.

What a waste of her last drachma for the month, she thinks.

She doesn't want to bog anyone down with her troubles - there are things far bigger than her happening all around, and she is only one girl, one girl who likes to think she can handle it all, but in truth is unprepared for everything sent her way. The only person worse than Natalie at trying to fool the world is her own father, who she had spoken to via Iris Message just after Leo and the others left.

There are a few signs to her poor state, like two singed targets at the archery range and a trail of smoke that follows her when she finally emerges from her various treks around camp and away from everything else. She leans against a stone column outside of Hecate cabin and pulls her parka hood over her head, hugging herself around her empty stomach.

Your vision might go a little haywire if you approach her, with various dizzying effects. She's having a few control problems. ]

( ooc | preemptive warning for discussion of mental illness as portrayed in her canon. nat isn't entirely clear about the subject. )

againstallodds

[So it's time to come clean about this. Have a Percy sitting on the steps of Poseidon cabin, looking mildly uncomfortable. He never wanted to talk about this, but the cat's out of the bag now ~~get back in there, Tybalt~~.]

So I've, uh, I've got something to say. Some people saw me fighting the wolves last month, and they probably saw that one of them, uh... bit me on the arm.

[Oh hi now he looks even more uncomfortable.]

Only it didn't bite me, 'cause its teeth broke. And I didn't turn or get infected or whatever you want to call it. I can't get bitten or whatever, because before the war with Kronos I went and got turned invulnerable so I could fight him, and it hasn't gone away. Soooooo... yeah. I pretty much can't get hurt anymore.

[But boy does it make him eat and sleep a lot when he does have to fight. And no, he's not going to tell anyone how he did it, though people familiar with Greek myth may possibly be able to figure it out on their own. He'd appreciate those few people who know not saying how, either.]

So if it looks like I'm doing something stupid? I'll probably be okay, so don't worry about me.

[There's a casual little salute at the rainbow before he waves his hand through it to dissolve it.]

renegadehero

[Sojourner waits until the chaos of this pillow fight has ended before sending out her message. ~~And seriously, good idea Heather, Sojourner wants to double high-five you when you're arms better for it~~

She's standing in front of a white board that she'd dragged into the Nike Cabin earlier that day, wearing one of her Papa's old Detroit PD shirts and paint covered sweat pants. At first she's chewing at the cap of the marker, before taking it off and scribbling ' Renegade' in blocky print. Then she turns to face the rainbow, hair tied up. Her eyes are still a bit puffy and if she were to be honest she hasn't slept well since the attack. Losing your security blanket does that.]

Right-o! Hasn't this been a great year so far? [The sarcasm is strong with this one today.] On top of getting attacked by werewolves in the dead of night, we get our things stolen by that stupid room.

I figured though, we should make a list of who got what stolen. That way we can see if there are any patterns or if they really are just jerks! After that we can, I donno, plan a rescue mission or something.

So right. If anyone's got anything missing let me know!

trust_the_goatman

[Today is a rather chilly day, which is why campers can find their resident mail man satyr bundled up (complete with red scarf) as he walks side-by-side with a bundled up nymph. Sometimes arm-in-arm, sometimes not. Tai has a satchel slung over his shoulder, occasionally stopping a camper to hand over an envelope or package he has tucked away while Maria rolls her eyes but waits. Though occasionally she'll stop to check on a camper or a tree.

They'll be walking around camp today chatting and catching up in the cold. But feel free to stop either one of them for a chat or to check your mail!]

[Note: So here's a joint NPC post, just make sure to specify in your post if you'd like to chat with Tai or Maria! For this muns sanity.]

heroespride

Whoa! Who’d’ve thought rainbows could do this…

[Hey there campers, there's a new face grinning at you via rainbow. It's the face that might be familiar to some Romans, though the X-shaped scar on his cheek is a new addition.

Meet Zack Fair, Camp, resident puppy of the Fourth Cohort. Well. Metaphorical puppy.

He was also probably presumed dead or at least missing, given that he fell during the battle to protect Camp Jupiter, but here he is. Bouncing on the balls of his feet despite obvious weariness. The grin even remains in place even as he straightens his shoulders, giving a small salute.]

Right! Zack Fair of the Fourth Cohort, reporting in! Sorry if I worried anyone.

[There’s a small pause, and the cheeriness fades.]

Praetors, and uh, whoever’s in charge here outside of that Chrion guy, I've got to talk to you guys.

(OOC post here for anyone interested!)

chiron

[ You'll find yourself looking at a grave centaur first thing this morning, just before the Romans start their training. ] Campers, I've an important announcement to make. Now, you know very well that we have protective borders around Camp Half-Blood. After last summer's incident, we've taken great care to ensure that we have several lines of defense with both force and Mist.

Followers of Lycaon - wolves - have been spotted just outside of camp. It is believed that they continue to align themselves with Gaea.

There have been no attacks, but I trust that all of you will keep your eyes and ears open for any signs of trouble. No campers will be leaving. [ Have a pointed look for some of you. ] However, we must keep our wits about us. Prepare accordingly. The Athena cabin has necessary information on the followers should you choose to educate yourselves on the matter. I hope you will.

[ The feed ends. ]

( mod note | Open to discussion. Plan your patrol groups, change up your training tactics. Welcome to the first plot of 2014! )

busy

[The sticker on his shirt serves as his introduction.]

Do you have any idea just how dangerous chariot races are? There's collisions to think of, you could be dragged to death, trampled by horses... You know that phrase 'live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse'? They traced that back to a bumper sticker on a chariot that some archaeologists dug up. It killed King Tut. My grandfather had a painting of it up in his shop, it's gruesome. I wish I'd brought it.

The talent show, on the other hand, has a lot less chance of road rash. It's only dangerous if you decide to juggle axes or beehives. And we're aiming for right around Valentine's Day, so it's the perfect chance to compose a love song for that girl you like! Or guy. ...Or centaur, if that's where your heart lies.

Just think, it could be your name on the second or third place ribbon - erm. We do have ribbons, don't we Annabeth?

[For some reason he didn't mention the first place ribbon.]

So, now that everyone's interested, I'll be visiting cabins bright and early with the sign up sheet. Or you could just tell me now. I don't sleep much anyway, so either way works for me.

untameimpala

[ Look who's back! Unfortunately, Dean's not looking too excited about it, though he's got some announcements to make, and gets right down to business. ]

I've got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that guy Markel from that fun little shindig down in Florida is still around, and no one's got a trace on him yet. Worse news? A little digging told me he and his pet mooks from the Red Room, along with a few of Gaea's favorite kids - and her ugliest ones, the giants - are what took out Camp Jupiter. Figured the Romans here might like to know that, since none of you can agree on what did it.

[ Taking a breath, he offers a faint smile. ]

The good news is that I found a paper trail for the Red Room while I was in Celebration. Unfortunately, I'm a little hard pressed to read 'em myself, so I made some copies [ he holds up a stack of papers so they could see it through the rainbow, and when he does, there's a little chirping sound. He's got no clue what language it is, so this is on you guys. ] to bring back, in case any of you [ know-it-alls ] guys can--jeez!

[ Dean's in the process of looking down and jerks suddenly, his mouth dropping and eyes narrowing. There's a meow from below. ]

First werewolves in camp, now skeleton cats? I leave for a few weeks and we've got a damn monsters infestation...

[ He grumbles under his breath, side-stepping from the cat, obviously irritated and a little disgusted. You should all be glad he's not pulling his gun right now. ]

Anyway, if any of you kids think you can translate this, give me a shout.

toobitter

[Camp, here’s Reyna and she seems to be in much better spirits than when you last saw her over Iris Message. She’s even ~~GASP~~ smiling… and is that a Santa hat on her head? Please, please, please don’t ask… You really might regret it.]

Jason and I figured… with Saturnalia approaching… That we should decorate around camp.

[Guess who is also grinning and looking pretty pleased with himself. That’s right, Jason is right there too. He has on a pair of reindeer antlers of course, complete with jingle bells. We’ll try not to read too much into their choice of headgear and what it might say about them. Anyway, he looks about as relaxed as he’s ever looked. Although, observant people may notice that he is sitting closer to Reyna that usual. Hmm.]

For those of you who don’t know, Saturnalia was--IS--really big for Romans. It was a huge feast in the old days, but obviously over the years New Rome adopted more of the modern Christmas traditions...but the feasting part remains pretty unchanged.

[His eyes get a little distant, as if he’s reliving some memories.]

We’d put lights on everything, even the bunkers and fountains. We’d find the biggest tree we could to decorate, and on December 17 we’d all exchange gifts among the legion after the feast.

[He trails off, lost in memory and regret for a moment, but he forces himself out of it, shaking his head. Unseen on the Iris Message, he gives Reyna’s hand a squeeze.]

Anyway...we’d really like some help to try to get something similar up before December 17.

[When Jason explained Saturnalia, Reyna cast her gaze down, staring at her hands. He trailed off and Reyna picked up, turning her gaze back up to the message, a much softer smile on her lips..]

And we’d like to invite everyone to participate, no matter the pantheon.

lefthandedgenius

Hi, everyone! It's me, Lydia Martin of Cabin Ten. [Cue dazzling smile. No, really. Dazzling.] But I don't need to tell you that, do I?

So here's the thing: I've had some people end up, purely through serendipity's sake - yup, that's another SAT word, you guys - coming to me or somehow winding needing my assistance, and/or advice. And you know what? I actually think I'm pretty good at it. So here's what I'm going to do.

Do you have a question? Whether it's about relationships, looking good, or just some general advice? Maybe you'd like to meet someone but aren't really sure as to who you might be compatible with? Do you need someone to function as a go-between for you and your object of affection? I'm your girl. You're welcome to make your questions anonymous, signed with nom de guerre or request my services discreetly. You're welcome to to contact me via Iris IM, directly in person, or via the mail slot I've set up at Aphrodite Cabin.

I've decided I'm going to try doing regular Iris messages to address people who contact me, sort of like a series of Youtube Q&A videos. Your anonymity will be protected and I'll make sure to edit any questions that might seem to have a blatently obvious identity tag. Now I know some of you may be thinking this is a waste of time, but let me ask you this: if there's someone here to help make what you consider the little things in life easier, doesn't that just make our focus for when we all have to deal with the important stuff more certain? Food for thought.

So. I'm Lydia Martin, of Cabin Ten. And I'm here to make your life better. [Another smile, equally dazzling. Those damn Aphrodite kids!]

[ooc: feel free to leave your messages/questions for Lydia here or in her "video posts", to be done in the style of a youtube-esque advice column.]

dentistry

[ Tooth hesitates a little while before she actually makes the message, and when the rainbow appears she can be seen rolling a drachma across her knuckles-- back and forth, seamlessly-- in an almost absent nervous gesture. Still, she offers a little smile, and wiggles the fingers of her other hand in a small wave. ]

Ah-- hi everybody. I'm pretty new here at camp, but I wanted to do something for everyone like the Aphrodite cabin is. My name's Tatiana, and I'm one of the Norse-- gods?-- that have been brought here recently.

I don't really know how things work here, but I'd like to learn more about everyone and all of your pantheons. So if you want to talk, about anything, you can find me at Cabin 18. Or, well, here right now.

[ She makes a gesture at the mess hall around her, before stepping aside a little. Revealing a... surprisingly enormous amount of cookies, in an equally enormous variety. ]

I might've made a lot of cookies that I certainly can't eat myself. And maybe some hot chocolate that I also can't drink by myself. In case anyone wanted something, after going to the spa.

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Entries tagged with c: annie cresta [the hunger games]

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