halfbloodhill | Entries tagged with c: heather o'toole [american idiot]

In case anyone actually forgot, the Red Room is still full of assholes.

[The IM today is being brought to you by the camp's only current son of Jupiter. John is sitting on the roof, having reclaimed his tent and possessions, and set up camp on the roof again.]

But they still suck at keeping prisoners. If anyone was wondering where I've been for the last two months, there's your answer.

Sorry about cabin 20's roof, if you guys still need help fixing that, let me know. Chiron says I'm healed enough to be useful again.

Also ... anyone in the Legion. Does anyone have any details about where Jason or Ven went? I know they left to go do cohort things, but. I dunno. An update would be nice. Or ...something. It's weird being the only Jupiter kid on this roof. Thanks.

[He frowns at that, and then raises a hand as if to end the IM but stops and gets a sour look on his face.]

If any of you see Dave, tell him to stop. Whatever it is he might be thinking- just stop. Do you hear me Dave?! I don't care what today is, if you do something I will find you!

[And then he ends the IM]

scornfully

Right, then!

[ Arthur claps his hands together, addressing the other campers with a charming smile and a pleasant tone. Things have been rough for them all lately - certain siblings more than other (Lydia) - and it's the responsibility of those who can to help lift the spirits of the rest. Charisma and delight is what Aphrodite's children do best, supposedly. ]

Since we all have our memories back - and everyone's returned from the school trip to Egypt - I'd like to propose a little get-together of sorts next Wednesday night.

[ He tucks a lock of blonde hair back behind his ear. ]

Music, nibbles, non-alcoholic drinks ... that sort of thing. I've already enquired and there shouldn't be a problem if we have a chaperone.

[ He waves a hand in a vague gesture - a nymph or a satyr, no trouble at all, right? Besides, they're likely to enjoy the evening as much as the guests. ]

The only catch is that there's a theme: everyone's to wear all-in-one pyjamas. It seems a little too tongue-in-cheek to go toga, after all.

[ His smile flickers into a smirk for just a moment. Oh, Arthur thinks he's so funny. ]

To my brothers and sisters, no excuses. Everyone else, let me know what you think.

dromomania

[Look, it's everyone's favourite Allfather again! This afternoon he has two ravens on his shoulders and an incredibly resigned expression on his face.]

If you're missing a memory, meet me by the golden apple tree to get it back.

[He hesitates, looking to the bird on his left.]

Obviously, I found the memory thief. I'm sorry for any unhappiness he's caused- it was never my intention to allow either of them to steal from campers or staff here. Muninn was disobedient and I will be enforcing consequences. This won't happen again.

[The bird on the left croaks and hunches his wings, the very picture of repentance.]

I'll make sure everyone gets their memories back the way they were. He's assured me he can return them whole.

[ooc: If your character's lost a memory, get it back here! Also feel free to yell at him by IM or in person. If you'd rather handwave the memory return, you can just say your character stopped by Rhys at the golden apple tree.]

unplucked

[ Margaery's still in the process of settling in-- that much is obvious by the half-open suitcase in the background and the clothes on her bed. She's decided to test out the Iris system early, however, because this is just too neat!

She's all smiles and warmth, a vision of someone who rather be nowhere else. ]

So that's how this messaging system works? It's easier than I thought it would be.

It's quite lovely in here-- if you haven't had a chance to look inside the Aphrodite cabin, I highly recommend it.

[ She sits down on the bed. ]

I'm Margaery-- Margaery Tyrell. You can probably tell I'm new here. [ Her smile grows more sheepish, and she looks down briefly. ] Don't worry, I'll do my best to catch up with everyone. In terms of weapons, I only know how to use a gun, but I expect I'll start training for other things soon.

[ She reaches over to the half-closed suitcase, opening it up and pulling out three bags of Lindt truffles. ]

I was told that some of you might appreciate these-- seeing as we're usually not allowed to leave the camp. If any of you would like some, feel free to stop by and help yourself.

Consider it a peace offering.

[ The feed is shut off then. Hopefully the allure of free chocolate is enough to start forging some friendships. ]

wintersergeant

[Bucky shoots the rainbow a charming grin. The effect is ruined a bit by the healing black eye and the cut on his cheek but hey, it works. (Someone had a run in with the shabti guards. Not fun. He doesn’t recommend it.)]

So I’m guessin’ the giant stone things are a new thing? No one ever mentioned ‘em before, just guards and a dragon.

[Also he’s pretty sure they look kinda like those Pharaoh guys he saw in the museum once but he’s not sure]

Just sayin’, that’s something you’d want to mention to a fella before he gets here. Bucky Barnes, at your service.

[He gives a sort of cocky, lazy salute, still grinning. The grin continues as he asks his next question, but he’s clearly a bit worried]

Anyone here seen a scrawny sixteen-year-old, by the way? Shorter’n me, weighs about a hundred pounds soaking wet, probably doin’ something stupid or drawing? He looks like he’s going to kick it if you look at him wrong. His name is Steve—if anyone knows where I can find him or knows where he is, tell him Bucky got outta that damn hotel and is looking for him.

heatingup

[Noah sends an IM to the Aphrodite kids first, giving preference to his siblings as always.]

Hey y'all. So, my mom -- I mean, not...my adoptive mom, our sister, not our real mom -- wants to send a huge package of stuff. She'll send anything we can't get here cause I guess she heard from someone that we'll be in the shit if we get caught sneaking out now. So I guess she's tryna give us reasons not to sneak out. [He rolls his eyes a little because oh his gods mama we are not four year olds who need bribes to behave but he's not gonna turn down free Twizzlers.]

Any requests?

[After an hour or so, he'll repeat the message in a new IM to the rest of camp, this time smoother about explaining which mom he means.]

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!

chiron

[One very exhausted centaur starts the IM up this morning at around eight. The wolves are gone and Allison's hunters are all taken care of as well.

He's getting too old for this]

Thank you, campers, for your defense of the camp last night--and thank you Gale Hawthorne, for trapping one of the wolves and Hephaistion Amyntoros, for activating the shabti sent to us by Pharaoh Kane. Sadie Kane and Natalie Goodman also deserve our thanks as they captured one of the mortal invaders. Mr. D and I will question the captured werewolf and decide what to do with him later. I would also like to remind the camp that no matter what, all of you are safe here until you are proven to be a threat. Should I find anyone attacking another camper because of who or what they are, I will not be happy. As for Miss Argent, she has been allowed by the gods to stay in camp despite her behavior as she has no where else to go. This means she, too, is covered by that rule.

[This is mostly said for Scott and Derek's benefit.

He sighs]

Unfortunately, while we were otherwise distracted with the werewolves and Miss Argent's allies, the Red Room managed to infiltrate our borders. Demeter's counselor Jean Prouvaire informed me that he saw former legion member Zane Jolton coming out of the Athena cabin. One the harpies also saw someone driving off in Dean Winchester's Impala. We are doing a sweep of the camp to determine what they were after and I am ordering everyone to stay in the camp until we can get a retrieval quest together.

[End the feed. He may or may not respond to people as he's busy with the werewolf and the hunter. Later, the harpies will find these items missing]

( Meanwhile, on the door of the Big House )

inaudibly

[It's a perfectly normal January afternoon. Though it's still cold, the sun is out so it doesn't seem so bad. Everyone is going about their business as usual, and it's pretty quiet. This is interrupted by the far off sound of Peleus' roar. Momentarily the cause of the disruption is show to be a small boy, looking no more than 11 or 12 years old, dashing down the near side of the hill. He's a bit battered and bleeding in a few places, but he seems to have gotten past the dragon relatively unscathed.

That said, he has no idea that the dragon won't pursue him further, so he's going to keep running until he reaches the cabins. He can't just stop out in the open, he needs cover. He stops in the middle of the horseshoe formation, head darting around nervously before darting in between two of the cabins, crouching in the shadow cast by one of the buildings. He's clutching a sword to his chest, a sheathed katana, far too long for his height and poorly suited for fighting monsters given that it's made of regular metal. This may explain why he's so beat up.

He may dart his head out around the corner of the building (which just so happens to be Athena's cabin) every now and then, but it seems he's too frightened to emerge from his hiding spot even though the dragon isn't pursuing him. He may need some coaxing.]

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! )

scornfully

[ All right, so this wasn't exactly how Arthur planned on spending his Christmas break, but with tensions running high between himself and his father he thought it for the best. Probably. ("You're seventeen, Arthur; a mere boy. What could you possibly think you know?") So, at least for the time being, this son of Aphrodite is back ...

And he's not feeling particularly Christmassy. Sorry, gang.]

For Christ's sake ...

[ Because his father's cussing has rubbed off on him despite his own exposure to other gods and goddesses. ]

Is all of this really necessary? Some of us have more than enough garish decor in our cabins all year round.

[ And this is the problem with Arthur Pendragon. He's charismatic and gorgeous, yes - he's a child of Aphrodite, how could he not be - but when he's in a bad mood? He becomes the most impossibly catty grouch. By 'this' he's of course referring to the festive spirit spreading throughout the camp: decorations and such like that he's certain everyone could live without. ]

Anyway. Since it seems I'm back here for the hols ... [ Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. Right now he's the pictorial definition of a First World Problem - Chanel cardigan and all. ] ... Let's all try to be a bit more considerate of those who don't fancy snowball fights and sweets, shall we?

( ooc nonsense! )

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.

rainfelled

[Aqua has seen better days, and she acknowledges this, but that's what happens when you're a demigod. Finally reaching the Greek camp is actually something of a relief to her for three very important things. One: it's safety, and she can use a rest. Two: the Third Cohort should be gathering here, and she's been worried sick about them. Three: Ven's here, and she's been mostly worried about him.

So, here she is, using a strange Greek method of communication. This has got to be the strangest thing. Talking through a rainbow. Jupiter's coattails this had better not be a prank.]

Greetings. I'm Aqua Elwyn, daughter of Neptune and Centurion of the Third Cohort. I was told that I would be in Cabin Three?

[Aqua hopes that she isn't the only child of Neptune who has reached camp. Otherwise, it's going to be pretty lonely in there.]

I would like to extend my apologies to my cohort and to both praetors for how long it took me to get here, but I wished to help with the...evacuation. And I had some personal affairs to sort out.

[Though by "personal affairs" she means lying to her parents, but what choice did she have?]

Third Cohort, I hope you've been well in my absence. I'd ask for a report, but.... [She smiles a little sheepishly.] This might not be the time for it. I'll be more than happy to know that all of you are okay.

salvagedlight

[Ven's been thinking about it, and he's come to the conclusion that... well, the Third needs some form of leadership. And with the lack of either Centurion, he's the default choice as both a son of Jupiter and the senior member of the Cohort present. After talking about it some with Heather, he's as ready as he'll ever be to give it a try, but he's still got some hang-ups about pushing himself forward from childhood. Still, he'll get over it. Probably]

Third Cohort, we're going to have a meeting in the arena this afternoon, at three. We've got some stuff to talk about and some decisions to make. [There's a loud, pointed throat-clearing from off to the side and Ven can't help but smile a little at that.] And Heather's got some stuff to pass out. So if you don't want to see her come after you with her spear, I'd really suggest showing up on time.

[Indeed, Ven's not going to be late himself and risk the wrath of Gladiator Barbie - he's there a quarter-hour before time, waiting for everyone else to show up.]

[That is, of course, after he takes the chance to hunt down Callie. Because he wants to talk to her alone, before they're all in a group and tensions might get out of hand.]

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.]

burnblonde

Okay, wow...just...wow. Who sucked all the fun out of camp? I thought Alcuin was the only one that needed to relax but clearly I was wrong.

[She drops her hand from her hair and examines the rainbow in front of her. Yang then shifts her hands to her hips and continues.]

Listen up. I am opening up the Aphrodite Cabin Spa Day to EVERYONE at camp. I don't care who you are or whether or not you think it's too girly...it's going to be good for you and you're going to enjoy it.

Alcuin's on the top of my list of course, but I really hope to see more of you here since I really think some of you could use a bit of unwinding...some more than others.

I'll even offer special couple sessions if anyone is interested. [She winks. Could she be talking about Reyna and Jason? Oh dear. Then again, there are other couples at camp so this may be subtle enough to get by.]

Welp, I'll see you all soon. [She waves. Clearly cheered up by her own offer.

Feel free to pop by the cabin for some spa treatment. Otherwise you can Iris message her. Be warned though, if people don't show up Yang will start dragging people to it that she sees getting too close to Aphrodite cabin. If you want this to be one of your characters let me know ;D]

thewindything

[Have a pretty frazzled looking John on the otherside of this rainbow. He's sitting on the roof of cabin 1 and running his hands through his hair.]

Okay, I need to get everyone's attention. Like, right now. [He takes a deep breath and sighs.]

Everyone can stop flipping the fuck out. I'm the one who pulled the prank. [He holds his arm up to show the tattoo on his arm. The eagle, letters and the single band denoting his first term.]

I'm Roman. A Roman who pulled a prank on two other very high ranking Romans. This prank had nothing to do with the other pantheons. At all. Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out how it even got this bad. This is fucking ridiculous.

I understand that there are a lot of tensions in this camp between all these wildly different factions, but look guys. We're all stuck in this together. I've seen nothing but really awesome people come out of all four of our pantheons and even if we have a really shitty time trusting each other for stuff that happened in the past- that just nails home the way that Gaea is going to win. She won't have to do anything herself- she's just going to watch us rip each other apart.

So, look. Stop pointing fingers. At least over this, okay? It's done. I'm done.

Reyna? Jason? I'm really sorry. I had no idea that I would screw up this bad. Let me make it up somehow.

lefthandedgenius

[Lydia flashes a smile into the misty haze of the Iris message meant for general broadcast to the camp.]

So here's what I'm thinking. I'm never going to be a warrior, not in a grab-a-sword kind of way, but let's be real - there are going to be some situations that I won't be able to talk, smile, or otherwise get away from with the sheer power of my awesome. I have the training that all camp members receive, but that's pretty basic and generic and my odds of survival might even decrease instead of the other way around.

So who's got an idea for a weapon - and please don't default to archery, the next person to suggest archery like it's somehow coded into the female chromosomes can just roll right right along - that would be good for me to learn, as well as hand to hand and evasion techniques? I think the thing to focus on for me is not necessarily how to take down any opponent who comes along, but instead gives me the best odds to escape, evade, or buy time until more those more talented in the arts of war arrive.

So I'm taking suggestions, and considering offers of tutelage. Yes, that is a word. It'll be on your SATs, look it up.

hypercompetent

[ 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. )

findthisdistracting

[Today, Finnick is lounging out in the sand near the Sound. Though it’s been getting colder, he’s shirtless as usual, bronzed and dripping wet and giving his audience an effortlessly charming grin. (What? Habits from growing up in Malibu die hard, even if he’s been here four years already.)]

Hey. You Poseidon-slash-Neptune guys can do water stuff, right? Is there any chance you could make the water here a little warmer? [He motions to the Sound, a shadow passing over his face for a moment, but once he turns back it’s like it was never even there.] I’d like to try some surfing, it’s been a while. [There’s a return of that cheeky grin.] And I wouldn’t want to deprive you of this awesome sight by covering it up with a wetsuit. So, lemme know.

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