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[Private: Natalie]

[Nico has been trying to keep his distance from the whole Hazel/Leo debacle. Trying, but failing miserably as the urge to punch Leo is still there. He is giving up and sending Natalie a private message since the silly Hephaestus kid is her boyfriend.]

Natalie? I have a some important questions to ask you, when you've got a moment.

[Private: Jehan]

[After his discussion with Natalie, Nico decides it's in his best interest to tell Jehan about it, too. Welp.]

Do you have a minute, Jehan?

gettincrunk

[ Here's your not at all friendly resident God checking in for once, rolling his eyes. ]

Barriers have been down for a while and you guys haven't made a huge mess of it. Congrats. [ Enough of that positivity. Let's get to the good stuff. ]

Can't say the same for some of you in camp, though. My annoying sister had to personally laugh in my face about some of the goings on here.

Punishments'll have to be given and you'll just have to deal with it. No more funny business. Check the board outside the Big House. Try not to screw things up.

[ He mumbles 'dumb kids,' under his breath and cuts off the IM.

There's a note, as promised, written in clear but hastily jotted scrawl:

The following campers have broken the rules and have been punished appropriately.

Ariel Enjolras: For causing harm to another camper by breaking his nose, he is assigned to shower clean up for a full week.

Natalie Goodman and Leo Valdez: They both should know exactly what they did and are assigned to dishwashing duty for a week.

Gabriel Novak and Remi Grantaire: Same goes for these two. They are assigned to repainting the Big House as soon as possible. ]

ooc | feel free to react in the comments below

usernameallison

[The IM opens up on Scott sitting outside the Nike cabin, rubbing at some of his armor with a cloth, and for a moment, he stares up into the sunlight reflected through the rainbow, a little at a loss for words. He's responded to a lot of others' IMs in the past - in fact, it's how he's met all the new people at this camp, usually. But he's never really been one to send them out on his own.

In truth, what he told Tris the other day is true. He does kind of miss the eagles.]

Um, hey guys. I don't usually make these on my own, so - uh, I'm Scott McCall, Fourth Cohort.

[He pauses for a second, kind of unsure what to say about this, how to say it. Now, he thinks, there's going to be a lot of things in his life he's unsure about what to do with. Particularly the part where he turns into a furry, monstrous thing once a month.]

I just wanted to let you all know that two of my cohort members - my friends - Zack Fair and Derek Hale - they're not at camp anymore. Cohort business, I think. I figured they were probably some of your friends, so I thought you might wanna know.

[He leaves it a little vague on both ends, shaking his head. Scott leaves the line open, but goes back to cleaning the armor.]

weneedasign

[Sometime after breakfast an iris message is sent out - much like when Natalie and Enjolras performed Let It Go in March. Enjolras looks at the rainbow with a blank expression, guitar resting in his lap. It looks as though he's in the ampitheatre.]

Happy birthday, Natalie.

[And there might have been a hint of a smile there. Maybe. It's gone in a blink as he repositions the guitar. Then, without further ado, he begins playing Ke$ha of all things. But hey, at least this is better then One Direction. Right? Right.

Once he finishes he gives the rainbow one more look before waving his hand through it.

He'll be going around camp like nothing at all happened, so feel free to stop him.]

commandertoolbelt

[ So today is a certain daughter of Hecate's birthday, and a certain boyfriend of hers has been working on how they should celebrate that. The most obvious thing? A cake, which he has been collaborating with some of the nymphs to make a reality. Sometime after lunch is when the big reveal happens, and they bring it up to Natalie's table with bright grins.

It's... a relatively plain cake, compared to the one she'd had made for Leo's birthday. There are colors swirled in icing, blues and purples with runes dancing over the surface of it in glowing green - what they mean, or how they're glowing, Leo isn't entirely certain, but it looks awesome. His particular contributions was a little fog machine meant to emulate the Mist, the little clouds hugging the layers of the cake but not hiding it entirely. Oh, and the pair of lit torches in lieu of candles, sized down to fit.

And there's another surprise he's put into this, but hopefully that won't be revealed until he's ready. ]

Happy birthday, Nat!

thewindything

[So you thought you'd escaped the excitement of April Fools. A place like camp heralds the date like the end of times. When you're in a camp full of ADHD half-gods and 75% of them are the worst kind of tricksters it's only natural to build your own safe house and live underground untilt he dust cleared.]

[It would be about 7pm and a little after dinner that camp would get at least one more surprise.]

[And that would be the sound of a purple and blue shaped missile rocketing through the skies. It could have been written off as a weird low flying plane until it changed course very suddenly and nose dived towards camp.]

[John Egbert had been on the run for a good week before he made a last ditch effort to fly the rest of the way back to the island. When he was able to finally spot Half-Blood Hill passing under him... well. He was always told he needed to work on his landings.]

[He nose-dived, plummeting through the tops of a few trees and finally gracelessly crashing through the roof of Hecate Cabin.]

[The rest of camp will be notified by this event by the sounds of explosions and fireworks going off from the rupture of all of the cabin's cursed stones.]

[+ One lost Son of Jupiter. Happy April Fools!]

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.]

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 )

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! )

fairplay

( When the Iris Message begins, a fairly unspectacular-looking fellow fades into view, but not without a deep, deep sigh first. He may be a familiar face to some, having attended camp a few years prior, though it’s been over a year since he’s been in the States. He looks, for a moment, to be searching for the right words, and when they finally come, they’re accompanied by an Irish accent: )

Hey there. Some of ya may remember me – maybe not, actually, it’s been quite a while – but anyways, I just figured I’d let everyone know that I’m back. Some stuff happened, had to go back to Dublin, but things’ve gotten better, I s’pose.

To everyone else? I’m K-- ( -- and he stops abruptly. )

No one important, really.

snarkersupreme

[A battered (and absurdly tall) young man appears through the mists, sporting a partly healed black eye and several cuts which give the impression he should be in the Big House recovering instead of talking to the other campers]

I go away for a few months and you guys decide to start crossing the pantheon streams. You better not have started just shoving them all in the Hermes cabin again, because I’m still coming to terms with the idea of having my own bunk and no five-hour lines for the shower.

[His expression softens slightly]

Hey, Hecate cabin, sorry for the long absence, but sound off so I know you’ve only been getting in the preapproved amount of trouble all right? None of you had better have challenged my ‘most buildings destroyed’ record, or I’m going to be very upset. [He frowns for a moment, then shakes his head and adds] Also, did we get any new siblings while I've been on my field trip?

Also, new kids…sorry you got stuck here at Camp The Gods Can’t Keep it in Their Pants. I'm not good with the false reassurances, so I'll leave it at I'll do my best to help track down the ones responsible.

[ooc: Harry's been away for the last few months on a quest, and he's recently gotten back. He really didn't have time during it to send back more than a basic 'still alive' message every once and a while, especially since the quest itself was fairly hush hush. He's got a basic idea of what's going on, but assume he doesn't know more than surface level until he gets filled in]

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. ]

busy

A raaaiiinbooow.

[Merlin's eyes are wide with exaggerated awe, mouth forming a little 'o' at the end of the word.]

I'm thinking black would be better. Goes with everything. It's slimming.

[Not that this skinny new boy needs slimming. Or anything that makes him paler than he already is. The only spots of color are two bright blue eyes, which are hidden behind a curtain of dark lashes every time he looks down.]

I'm Merlin, Cabin Twenty. I like long walks on the beach, puppies, and body parts preserved in pickle jars.

[He pops something into his mouth, candy or gum, chewing for a few seconds before glancing up again. There's mischief in his eyes, followed by a slow (somewhat shy) smile.]

I'm kidding. I hate the beach. Who needs all that sand between your toes and - David Copperfield.

[Yeah, that made no sense. Blame the sudden distraction that is Final Jeopardy.]

eye_of_isis

Oh my gods. It is snowing in Egypt!

[Hi camp. That's how the IM opens up, yep. Sadie pulls out two photos]

Carter did something to get me these, I think he borrowed a shabti or something. That's Egypt! With snow!

[Sorry, her mind is kind of blown right now]

I've no bloody clue what is going on, but it is snowing in Egypt.

deathdiduspart

[So, for the past fourish days, Nico has been in the Underworld. Now, normally, he will send an Iris Message to his cabin mates individually and let them know the details. Today, Nico decides not to bother with that because of only one little thing.]

I'm back. Bay, Norman, I've got something for the both of you, if you want me to meet you anywhere.

[All of a sudden, there is purring. Very loud purring coming from the son of Hades' feet. Nico rolls his eyes, trying really hard to not look like he's actually really happy about this and more like he's annoyed. Sadly, this fails if one is to scrutinize his face carefully.]

We also have a new pet. A...uh, someone I know in the Underworld gave it to me.

[Nico bends down and scoops something up into his arms. When he straightens, this "something" is a saber tooth tiger kitten. That is, that's what it looks like because of the Mist. Sometimes, its form will flicker into that of a skeleton. Underworld kids and those with true sight will most likely just see it as a skeleton.]

Unfortunately, I can't change its name. He named it Small Nico and that's all it'll go by.

[He scowls, but it's mostly out of embarrassment if the pink tinge on his cheeks is any indication.]

polishfan

[So here's Feuilly, looking a little bemused by the whole 'make new friends' thing. Not that he's opposed to new friends, and reaching out is good. He just...has no real idea what to say. There's a white and tan rat perched on his shoulder, and he's messing around with a bit of something in arts and crafts cabin, though it's hard to see what. There's a pile of various supplies on the table he's using though.

At any rate, he's smiling into the message as he waves at, well, camp.]

This is a little awkward, sorry about that. Introductions are incredibly weird inasmuch as they need to be a thing here. I'm hoping pretty soon we can all forget how bizarre mine turned out to be and just focus on whatever's actually important here instead.

So in order to figure that out, I'm probably going to need some catching up to speed on...oh just about everything going on here Names, quests, favorite colors, airspeed velocities of unladden swallows...

[Seriously. If any Athena campers want to puzzle that one out, he'd probably legitimately be interested in discussing it, and seeing figures and mapping it out in some way. For the sake of doing it, no other reason.]

Just so no one can say I haven't shared either:

Sir Feuilly, I seek the path of Ptah and to increase a badly needed Magician presence here at camp, and, currently, green.

I AM fairly sure that I am moving into the Arts and Crafts cabin here, and I suspect that anyone who really wants to find me probably can do that here. Now, does anyone here know where I can find a blowtorch?

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. ]

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.

habitually

action;

[ Shifting his pack from one shoulder to the other, R squints up at the Half-Blood Hill sign with a smirk. A far cry from Paris, but after so may months stuck there, that was a good thing in his opinion. He'd take snarky Diet Coke-chugging daddy over his stepfather any day of the week, even if it meant strawberry picking and switching his tongue again.

He flicks his last inch of cigarette to the ground and rubs it out with the toe of his boot as he walks into camp with a familiar step. His blue eyes start looking around for the familiar faces immediately. ]

IM;

[ And of course, it doesn't take him long to publicly announce his re-entry. Did you miss that crooked nose and twisted smile, campers? Probably not, but he's back anyway. ]

Hey hey Half-Blood! What'd I miss? How's it been? [ He pulls his beanie down over his curls with curse in French as a gust of wind blows over him. ]

Except cold, apparently-- Christ, happy November, huh?

eye_of_isis

[Sadie's been busy this last week or so. There were, apparently, Things Isis had finally chosen to tell her, which had meant she, Carter, Amos, and the others had to do some emergency scrying chats to figure out just what it meant and then Sadie had to get Carter's permission to tell the camp.

So, after breakfast, Sadie starts a camp-wide IM. She looks somewhat formal,, dressed nicely in her magician's gear (which more or less look like pjs, though Sadie's look a little less pj-like because it's Sadie) with all the charms and necklaces and she's taken to wearing. Her stripe is still black from last night.]

Hullo. For those who don't know me, I'm Sadie Kane, a magician. My brother is Carter Kane, aka the Pharaoh and [airquotes] "king" of the lot of us. There's only two of us magicians here right now, but there might be more. That's not the point, though. A while back, Carter and Percy ran into something called a petsuchos. That's a giant crocodile demigod, more or less, son of Sobek, nasty little thing that nobody wants running around. Turns out it was just a regular crocodile that had been given an amulet, but the problem was that one, no one knew how the crocodile got the amulet and two, Egyptians and Greeks? Not supposed to mix. We're not even allowed to spend too much time in Manhattan. The reason for that is basically Order, capital "O". Order is good and what magicians who haven't gone crazy fight for. Mixing all these godlings? That'd normally cause Chaos. Chaos is very, very bad if it starts to outweigh Order. The world needs both, but we spent a year fighting off the embodiment of it so. You know. We like to keep things Orderly.

However, with Gaia waking up and the...Rag-na-rok? [She waves a hand] Whatever it is that caused the Norse gods to get sent to the bodies of teenagers. Because of those two things, there has been a huge wave of Chaos across the globe and nomes--that's our version of camps, three hundred and sixty of them including one in Antarctica--nomes everywhere are collapsing and magicians are either being sent here or to Heliopolis for protection. I came here with no clue as to what I was supposed to here. Isis only recently decided that, oh right, Sadie and Carter should probably know this sort of thing.

[Eyeroll]

The reason we're being sent here now is to keep an eye out for demons and whatnot that may break out of the Duat because of this Chaos, track down any rogue magicians who still hate us for, you know, saving the world, and to help restore Order. Carter's given me permission to answer questions as best I can, though no promises I'll be able to. Things are generally kept rather hush-hush. Thanks for listening.

[And cut. She's outside the Big House if people want to talk to her in person]

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IM | MAY 4, 2014

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ANNOUNCEMENT & IM

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