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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.]

dromomania

[Rhys is extremely reluctant to do this, but he's been looking for the goddamn bird since his discussion with Artemis and he can't find it. So he makes an IM, looking resigned and mildly irritated. There is a raven on his shoulder, but not the one he wants to find.]

I hate to be a pain in the ass, but has anyone seen my other raven? This fellow's been sticking pretty close, but I haven't seen the other one since the quest left. I think he might be sulking that I wouldn't let them go with Mary.

[That's grade-A premium bullshit, but he doesn't want to get into the real reason he's looking for him. Not yet.]

Anyway, if you see a big black bird anywhere that isn't my shoulder, let me know.

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.]

busy

[Merlin is pacing back and forth, not looking especially troubled. Just...thinking. That's what happens when he has too much time on his hands. He's also peeling a banana. Blame it for this.]

So my grandpa, yeah? He has this shop full of really weird crap - books and dolls and giant bird skulls. He says a lot of it is haunted or cursed, and tells a lot of stories about things coming from the Amazon rain forest or the mountains of Romania. I think he's going a bit senile because he forgets that I sign for all the packages, so I know that they really just come from Amazon dot com and New Jersey.

But he does have this one thing that's been there for as long as I can remember. And I've seen people try to buy it, but he refuses to sell it.

[Merlin snorts softly and takes a bite of the banana.]

And trust me, we need to sell. It's just a gross old withered monkey's paw, but he says that it has the power to grant three wishes. Only they always go wrong, and that's why he can't sell it in good conscious. The whole "be careful what you wish for" thing. I don't know if I believe it, but two of the fingers are already bent.

[He pauses, eyebrows lifting.]

Thinking about it made me wonder. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?

Oh, and no monkeys were hurt in the asking of this question. If you find one, don't cut off its hand. That would just make you an ass.

thestarspangledman

[So, campers, have you noticed one of the newer recruits yet? He's tiny, blond, and looks like he'd fall over if you poked him too hard with a feather. He's also one of the new kids in Cabin Six. In any case, here he is, dressed in a camp shirt that is slightly too big, giving a little awkward wave.]

This place is certainly, uh, bigger than I figured it would be. Guess there are a lot more of us than I thought.

[He offers a friendly smile, then, and a bit of a wave.] Hi, the name's Steve Rogers. Just got here, an' I'd ask about someone, but I already found him. So, uh, thanks for takin' us in, I guess.

anythingwithstrings

*Maya, after her brief chat with her least favorite Frenchman, is in her cabin throwing sharp objects at a wall. Fortunately they objects are darts, and the wall is protected by her dart board. Something of a 'gag gift' her sister sent her for Christmas, the whole child of the god of accurate projectiles thing. Also that before she was claimed Maya's primary source of funds in middle school was hustling high schoolers at darts. She needed to vent some steam, and doing something she was already good at helped. She thought about music, but then figured if Eponine had issues with the 'noise' Maya would kill her and get turned into a Dolphin for it... and be okay with that result.*

*Approach with caution, Maya is in a very dark mood. Which makes the fact that every time she throws a dart sunlight bursts from her hand ironic. But someone should probably talk her down from this mood before the feelings fester too much.*

shylyintrepid

[This comes on Thursday morning. Jehan starts the IM and is, for once, very serious]

I don't really feel this is necessary of me but...I also feel that there are some campers here who will feel comforted if I do this.

[Nico.]

So I am reminding the camp at large that bullying or hating someone because of who or what they are is not allowed within camp boundaries. This includes bringing up painful parts of someone's history with the intent to hurt them.

[Margot. Eponine.]

You don't have to like everyone, but this is supposed to be a safe place! Let's try to keep it that way, okay? We don't want to run someone off only for them to end up dead.

godscrapers

[Sadie, if anyone cared to notice, has been insanely busy lately and almost always on an IM or with a bowl of oil scrying. If asked, she said she’ll explain later.

Turns out she doesn’t have to. Late Wednesday an IM starts, broadcasted to the whole camp.

Camp, meet Sadie’s brother Carter Kane, Pharaoh and Eye of Horus. He doesn’t have all the regalia right now, just his crook and flail nearby.

To someone off screen:]

And Sadie said I just...talk?

[Amos’s voice:]

Yes.

[Carter’s face makes it very clear that he serious doubts his sister but whatever. He clears his throat before speaking again, this time much more officially.]

Hello, Camp Half-Blood. I am Carter Kane, Pharaoh of the House of Life and Eye of Horus. I’m pretty sure you all know my sister, Sadie. Let me just say--I’m sorry.

[From the Hecate cabin, you can hear Sadie go “CARTER”. Carter just presses on]

But that isn’t why I’ve sent you this, uh, Iris Message. I understand that the leaders of New Rome are in your camp and I need to speak with them about a small problem we’re having in Egypt with some of their...with some of their dead. If something’s happened and the praetors aren’t there, then I need to speak with whoever’s in charge of New Rome in their stead.

[[This is the start of a plot! Also please note that just because we're NPCing Carter for this, it doesn't mean he's no longer appable! He's basically like Rachel Dare--very much an appable character that we'd kill for but one that we need to NPC for this.]]

renegadehero

[Sojourner's been toying with this idea since Lizzie asked her to teach her a recovery roll, and it only strengthened after the talent show.

So here she is, standing in front of the Nike cabin in a baggy hoodie and sweat pants. She gives a little wave, then shoves her hand back into the hands back into the kangaroo pouch. If anything it's to keep herself from nibbling at her fingers. No need to be so nervous, she reminds herself.]

Hey guys, so for all you new people, names Sojourner Ayers-Silva, one of the resident dorks of the Nike Cabin. I'm also that girl who did all the acrobatic moves at the talent show that may or may not have included doing a backflip off Mr. D.

Still waiting to find out if I'm in trouble for that one. But I digress!

That was something called parkour, people who have seen me running around camp might've noticed I do it... An awful lot. It's kinda a hobby of mine. Mix that with free-running and oh man can you get places quick! Anyways! [She does her best to clamp down on her rambling. No need to go off on a tangent]

I thought I'd offer to teach anyone interested in learning some moves. I know it's pretty useful for fighting and I've gotten out of a couple tight binds with monsters back home by using it. I'm... I'm not really that good at teaching. I learned 95% of this on my own through trial and error and the other 5% through this guy back home who took pity on me in the park one day. But I figured I'd offer and give it a shot. I mean, it'd be fun to go free-running and stuff in a group after all!

[She smiles, bouncing on the balls of her feet.]

Right! So if your interested feel free to stop by the Nike cabin or shoot me an Iris Message, I'll be making a list, checking it twice, and all that jazz. Then I'll get in touch with everyone and we'll set up a good time for everyone!

[She gives a grin, then a small salute before waving her hand through the rainbow.]

-

[For anyone who stops by the cabin they'll find Sojourner doing various things - from cleaning up her side of the cabin to walking on her hand. Feel free to bother her!]

ospreyed

[backdated to 2/16]

[Fucking Percy Jackson. It wasn't the first time she, or anyone else, had thought that. But now, running up through the woods in dirty combat boots, she wasn't even sure that he was the person to blame anymore.

Luke Castellan was an idiot. She'd known that for years. But he was her brother, and he was one of the few people at this camp that had tugged at her heart strings in one way or another. And now that the truth was fully out? That he'd taken a dip in the Styx, been the one to defeat Kronos in the end...

She didn't know how to take it.

So she was doing the only thing she did know how to do in this case. She was the daughter of the messenger god. And without her usual methods of escapism at her disposal, she'd taken to a tried-and-trued one. She ran, blindly, without any destination in mind. Anywhere, over the river, through the woods, preferably avoiding grandma's house. She just wanted to run until she couldn't anymore, to stop feeling things, to stop trying to think about Luke, and that fucking prophecy. It was over now. But that didn't mean there weren't wounds that still needed to heal.]

anythingwithstrings

Hi... sorry I've been kinda out of it the past few days. I... wasn't feeling up for much.

*Maya seemed to just vanish around Valentine's Day, and was scarcely seen the few days after. Now she looks remarkably more on top of things. Make-up, better care of her hair, her punk princess outfits back in full action.*

But, I know that Jason had some crazy idea about a talent show... no idea where it went. But if it happens, we need to practice and work on stuff. So I'm wondering whose got some music chops, I'll happily jam, maybe we can teach each other things. Even without a talent show!

Not that all the weapons training isn't great, it is, but there's got to be more we can do aside from that.

*She doesn't mention any more knife based music criticism will be met with arrows. She's not letting that go unpunished again.*

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.]

eye_of_isis

[Sadie has the flower anonymously delivered hanging upside down from the ceiling above her bed to dry.

She also has a box of fairly expensive chocolates beside her thank you awesome boyfriend. Said box is about a third empty and she pops another one into her mouth as she starts the IM]

I'm thinking of sending one of these shabti Carter keeps sending and never calling back off to the stores tomorrow to take advantage of the half-off candies and chocolates. Anyone have any requests or want to contribute to the Get Camp Candy fund?

[And one more chocolate.]

Also--whoever sent me the flower? Thank you, though, uh, you may want to come clean about that so I can properly reassure my boyfriend that no one is hitting on me. Apparently gods can get a little possessive. Who knew?

somatophylax

[Considering how awful of a mood he's been in recently-- and how serious he is normally-- it's a little peculiar that Hephaistion is actually smiling mischievously in his Iris Message. He has a bouquet of yellow roses in his lap and an ornate blue and gold ring on his right hand that he doesn't normally wear ~~if anyone pays attention to that sort of thing~~]

Valentine's Day has come to Camp Half-Blood, but what of Lupercalia? I find that to be a much more interesting celebration. Wouldn't you say?

[He merely lifts an eyebrow and ends the message]

lefthandedgenius

The colorful hues of the Iris message unfurl to reveal Alcuin and Lydia. The pair are holding hands in a display of unity and their expressions are quite serious. Alcuin's the one who speaks first.

"'I would like to say that I'm stepping down as counselor for Cabin Ten in favor of Lydia Martin. I have every confidence that she will be an excellent counselor, and I would like to thank my siblings for their support this winter."

Lydia gives Alcuin's hand a gentle squeeze and takes a breath before addressing everyone. "It's my plan to uphold all that's honorable and good that Alcuin has brought to Aphrodite's Children while he was counselor. The traditions we've chosen to continue - - and the traditions we've chosen NOT to continue - will remain the same. Please see me if you have any questions or concerns."

That seems to be all the pair have to say, and the message ends as they await any immediate responses.

excusing

Just so you know, guys, Johnny - probably seen us around sometimes - he had to go home to Jingletown.

U-um. [ She swallows hard. Leaving nowadays is harder than ever, given the circumstances, and of course she's upset but but at least he was here for a time.

Well, this has certainly been a rollercoaster of emotions, huh. ] Just wanted to let you know, for anyone who's friends with him. I think he'll be sending postcards. [ She smiles a tiny bit. ] That's what he does.

salvagedlight

[Ever since John disappeared, Ven's been hanging off more on his own than normal. He doesn't take losing people who matter to him well, and this one's hit hard because they don't know what happened yet, if he's still alive or not.]

[He's in the woods now, somewhere without any real identifying features, and as the IM focuses it's pretty obvious how he's been spending most of his time as there's a pile of books next to him. A closer look at the spines will show that the titles are all relating to mythologies and various pantheons, and most aren't focused on the pantheons that are represented in camp.]

I've been wondering something lately. [He glances down at the books, unusually serious for him, and runs a hand through his messy blond hair uncomfortably as he keeps talking.] We know our gods exist - some of us kind of are gods, and the rest of us are children of them or can at least talk to them. And most of us weren't raised to believe in what we know as the truth now until we ran into something that broke the news to us, fauns or satyrs or Lupa's wolves or whatever it was. So, umm...

[Just spit it out, Ven. It's not a comfortable thought, but he's uncertain how people might take this.]

What about other gods? If our gods can exist, what about all the others that have ever been talked about through history? The Celtic gods and the Chinese ones, even the spirits from Native American legends. If the Greco-Romans, the Norse, and the Egyptian gods could keep themselves hidden that well, and they're probably the best known in the world, what about others that probably wouldn't have to work so hard?

jediblack

[Marek looks irritable, but then that's a normal state for him, really. He's slightly off to the side of the frame and absentmindedly rubbing his left elbow with his right hand.]

You know that game you play when you're a kid where the floor is lava, and you try to jump around on the furniture to avoid getting burnt? Sometimes the climbing wall reminds me of that.

Except, when I was just playing pretend, it wasn't real lava that can burn your flesh off. Which is way more fun than it has any right to be.

notagraveman

[Mercutio’s hanging upside-down from a tree branch to make this Iris message. Why? Why not?]

Okay, I’m not complaining, really! This place is worlds cooler than military school would have been. But when does the… like really awesome stuff begin? ‘Cause right now it seems like it’s all just fighting practice, and climbing practice, and practice not getting caught out after curfew...

I thought this whole demigod thing was supposed to be exciting! Or at least entertaining. I’m starting to miss tangling with Tybalt back home, and that just ain’t right.

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