[action]

May. 19th, 2014 02:02 pm
ensared: (resignation)
[personal profile] ensared
[ By now, between doing things with the Legion, spending quality time with his girlfriend, and doing other things around camp, Gale has only fixed about half of the traps that wild boar of Allison's had damaged. Only half, he thinks again with a sigh, tying a knot for the one in his lap.

After the creature had damaged enough of him, he'd decided that it was high time all of his equipment got an update. There have been a few scattered conversations with the children of Vulcan, and they've cheerfully done him a few favors already. He doesn't want to ask for more, but he wants to be ready in case something like this happens again.

Of course, upgrading means having your equipment in halfway decent shape in the first place. That's why Gale is seated just outside of the arena this afternoon, damaged snares set in a careful pile to his side, working on getting the rest of these things fixed. Come talk to him; he could use the company. ]

IM/Action

May. 15th, 2014 01:23 pm
dandylicious: (pic#6386991)
[personal profile] dandylicious
[Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes. Courfeyrac's been gone for what-- nearly a month now? He doesn't look any more refreshed than before he left. He's out, leaning against the Aphrodite cabin in the shade.]

Bonjour, camp... I apologize that I was gone longer than I originally anticipated. My sisters did not want to let me come back....

[But his step-mother on the other hand...]

I return with gifts, of course. Will someone assure me I didn't miss anything exciting while home?
brat_king: (I will not belong here)
[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.]
habitually: <user name=uponastar> (ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs)
[personal profile] habitually
[ Do you ever get the feeling it's been an awful quiet April Fool's day? The birthday boy here is going to change that. He greets you all through a camp-wide IM with a brave face streaked with red and blue "war paint." (Is that Cosette's eye shadow? Yes. Yes, it is.) He might also be shirtless, which is your first clue. ]

First, Gabriel, this is your fault. Enjoy.

Second, Enjolras... Mon ami. Don't kill me. Please. It is my birthday.

[ With a snort of a laugh he steps back to put his hands on his hips to reveal his "borrowed" French flag tied around his neck, blowing behind him like a triumphant cape. With a grimace, he shuts off the IM as he starts running through camp laughing as he's singing in French. Never say he's not a man of his word, Gabe. ]

Non, rien de rien...

Noooon je ne regrette rieeeen
....

[ Feel free to throw an IM back at him once he's caught his breath, or find him running away from E, Mr. D, or whoever has decided to try and take him down and make him give the flag back to its owner. Feel free to take this prank and run with it to make your own or just laugh at him. Grantaire is a great role model, as you can see.


P.S. the song is titled, "No, I don't regret anything." And he doesn't at all. ]

ACTION/IM?

Mar. 21st, 2014 07:54 am
lefthandedgenius: (Banshee Scream!)
[personal profile] lefthandedgenius
[Whatever else that's been going on, Lydia Martin's headache went from a mild nagging ache to her being almost blind with pain and deaf to anything but to what she's described as a thousand people trying to whisper in her ear all at the same time, resulting in her ending up in the care of Apollo's offspring.

Somehow, on the morning of the 21st, Lydia manages to evade the healers and stumble outside to the strawberry fields. No one, not even Lydia quite knows how what happens next occurs, but at some point during the mid-morning an ear splitting SCREAM can be heard all across the camp. Campers, nymphs, satyrs, even the animals can hear her.

It is so much more than just one young woman's scream. It has an echoing quality, layers of sound that seem filled with the stuff of nightmares.

For those who investigate, they will find Lydia there in the strawberry fields, alert, aware, and inexplicably healed of the sensory overload that has been occurring over the last few days.]
greekchorus: (Default)
[personal profile] greekchorus
It begins early in the morning, a little while after the questors have departed. Campers have gone about their day as normal, but seem to be forgetting things - from where they left their sword to the name of a friend. It might take a while for everyone to realize that something is amiss.

And just what is that thing? Who knows. But Muninn sure does seem happy...


[NOTE: This is the first player suggested plot, courtesy of our resident Odin, Chloe! The memory loss will last until the 21st, when the questors return by which point if Rhys hasn't managed to return the memory to your camper they'll, well, return. We do want to note, however, that if you want to go the route of forgetting something big it should be gradual! We don't think Muninn would go on a binge right away because that would send up many red flags! So give it a day or two before forgetting something like the Battle of Manhattan.]
eye_of_isis: (Scouting)
[personal profile] eye_of_isis
Mail call.

[Sadie gestures to the boxes on her bunk. They're all big and labeled with hieroglyphs]

Carter sent over some supplies to help with the wolf problem via the Shabti Express. Mostly potions and all that, but there's some shabti for extra protection and some charms I've been told to "distribute fairly", whatever that means. If people want anything, just stop by.

[IM]

Jan. 19th, 2014 10:01 pm
commandertoolbelt: (the one thing Aphrodite did right)
[personal profile] commandertoolbelt
[ Wow, it's been a while since Leo needed to address the whole camp. But this is important, so here he is, standing in the forges by the fire, not even phased by the heat. ]

Okay, I know things have been pretty quiet since Chiron warned us about the werewolves, but since we're basically just little piggies here waiting for the Big Bad Wolf to huff and puff and blow our barriers down, I got to thinking. A little birdie told me that celestial bronze and imperial gold are useless against Lycaon's wolves (thank you, Cabin Six), but they told me about something shiny that would even the odds a little.

[ He holds up a metallic brick, grinning at the rainbow. ]

Silver! I had some brought into the camp, so know we can make some awesome weapons that'll actually work. I don't know if there's enough to make full swords or spears out of, but we can make arrowheads or line blades, and that should work well enough, right?

[ Shrug. ] So if anyone wants a little advantage, Cabin Nine's got you covered!
chiron: (Default)
[personal profile] 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! )

( im )

Dec. 28th, 2013 10:55 pm
swayer: SWORDS™ (ᴄᴀʀᴍᴇɴ)
[personal profile] swayer
You know, there's a movie like this. It's all in black and white, and the girl sings about what's over the rainbow, and within a few scenes, she's in some technicolor dreamland.

[ iris messages, man. they're something else. audrey's handling it pretty well, with all the poise and lack of blatant surprise that she's been known to display. sometimes. her hand seems to reach toward the viewer, but honestly? she just wants to touch the colors. it doesn't work quite like she'd had in mind. ]

Somehow, I don't really think Little Miss Dorothy was thinking of a summer camp in the middle of winter, but she probably didn't have witches and red shoes in mind, either.

[ she shrugs. ]

How early do I have to be up for arts and crafts? [ there are totally finger quotes around "arts and crafts," and audrey, what are you doing with your life? very sarcasm. wow. ]
lefthandedgenius: (everything's coming up lydia)
[personal profile] 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.]
hypercompetent: <user name="melocoton"> (fuck you i suck dude)
[personal profile] hypercompetent
Hey guys. Not to interrupt the super fun drama or anything, but I kinda need a favor.

[ The usually animated Stiles is kind of quiet as his IM comes into view. He's sitting just outside of the Hecate cabin, leaning against the enchanted stones, and playing with the fabric of his shorts as he talks, not making eye contact with the feed. It's short, sweet, and to the point. ]


Can one of you guys help me buzz my hair? Like all of it, army style. [ Stiles just finally looks up and offers a lopsided smile at the IM, although it doesn't reach his eyes. ] As soon as possible, and preferably without losing chunks of my scalp in the process.

That's all I got. Hit me up if you can. Thanks. [ And with a two fingered wave, he waves his hand through the water. ]

Profile

halfbloodhill: (Default)
Half-Blood Hill

June 2014

S M T W T F S
12 34 5 67
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 17th, 2025 10:05 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios