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[personal profile] brat_king
[Rainbows. These people can't be serious, but Edmund is proven that yes, yes they are. It only makes it worse that the rainbow communication is, in fact, real and works.

When he does use the rainbow, he doesn't look terribly thrilled to be here. Still. Doesn't hurt to be civil. It's not strictly the camp's fault that he's having issues with his family at the moment.]


My name is Edmund Pevensie. I was told that I'm a son of Athena. Which cabin am I supposed to be staying in?

[He shifts a little restlessly after that somewhat cold introduction. Edmund doesn't really care, but he's curious. Pursuit of knowledge and all that. That's a thing with Athena's children, right?]

Also...what does it actually mean to be a child of Athena? My...mother...couldn't tell me much about it, and I haven't been able to brush up on any Greek mythology while on the plane here.

[Edmund spent most of it trying to get his head wrapped around the whole demigod business, as well as the fact that his mother isn't actually his birth mother. The rest was spent with troubled sleep.]

And what should I expect from this camp? I was told there was trouble and that it was a safe place for demigods, but not much else.

[There...might...be some slight suspicion. Maybe. If you squint super hard. Look, mom didn't tell him a whole lot since she didn't know much, either. Edmund's done with surprises. Like. Super done with them.]
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[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.]
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Question!

Is there any way a girl can get some karaoke around here? I don't wanna overwhelm you guys with, like, Love Cabin festivities, so this'll be later. I've got, like, no idea about what kind of equipment we have or what even works. I just know that I wanna sing some Poison or something.

Tell me things!
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[ It’s cold as heck today. They’ve been spared from any more snow in their pocket of Long Island, but other areas of the Northeast haven’t been as lucky. But hey, given their luck as of late? Beggars can’t be choosers.

It started out as a joke. Natalie and Enjolras, being good friends and comrades in shooting arrows angrily at things instead of talking about it, decided to surprise that camp with a Very Serious rendition of a popular pop song. What is even more of a surprise is that the two of them, in order to keep things light and actually try to put the camp in brighter spirits, decided to turn this performance into a series. Because why not?

Honestly, the irony of the name Winter Storm Vulcan is enough to sing a commemorative song.

The Iris Message comes when you least expect it, sometime in the late afternoon with the sun still bright in the sky and high winds blowing in from the sea. Natalie sits to one side with a stern expression, a tiny glockenspiel in her lap. Enjolras is on the other side with an equally stern look, a drum by his knee and three children’s blocks in hand. And behind them are a melodica and two maracas from the Apollo cabin, all of which Natalie has actually managed to animate in her spare time.

What comes next is the Oscar-winning tune from the Oscar-winning animated feature, Chilled.

Before anyone can actually respond, they wipe out the IM.

Feel free to find Enjolras or Natalie around camp if you have anything to say about it. Otherwise, it’s business as usual.
]






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