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[Jehan is smiling softly when the IM starts]

Ah, I know that the theft is on everyone's mind but until Chiron and Mr. D can find the thieves, I'm not sure worrying about it will do anyone any good. So, Peeta and I--mostly Peeta--thought that maybe the Demeter cabin should run a sort of Valentine's café in the Big House next Friday, as a sort of distraction and a place for people to take their sweethearts since...camp doesn't really have a lot of places like that.

[Eh heh]

Would people be interested in this?

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 )

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!

industria

Hi. Whoa, I forgot about what these IMs looked like.

[ There is a shy, smiling face in the Iris Message today. ] I don’t know if any of you remember me? I was here over the summer before, you know, things happened. My family needed me home for … for various reasons. We moved to this town where my m -- my dad lived before, I think, but I used to live in San Francisco. Anyway, I’m Allison. Allison Argent.

[ A pause as she leans on one of her suitcases in front of the Big House. ] I think I’m staying in the Artemis cabin again, so. I’ll be there if you need me.

Oh! By the way, I was told there are more Norse gods now? And that you guys have your own t-shirts? [ She's jealous! The satyr who greeted her made them sound awesome. ] Well, I’d like to meet you all. I’m Skadi, I guess I should have said earlier. [ It seems time to end the feed so she just gives a little shrug and a wave. ]

justdora

[Dora still has her new year's tiara on, and a little noise maker in hand. She hasn't had much sleep, which could explain her irritability...]

So, here's something I've noticed... And I just-- let me know if I'm wrong, kay? But there's a lot of emphasis this time of year on bloody kissing traditions with all these holidays. It's kind of stupid, yeah? Mistletoe: Kiss. Midnight of the new year? OH, better have your loved one, or a complete stranger, to kiss!

It's ridiculous.

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]

untameimpala

[ Look who's back! Unfortunately, Dean's not looking too excited about it, though he's got some announcements to make, and gets right down to business. ]

I've got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that guy Markel from that fun little shindig down in Florida is still around, and no one's got a trace on him yet. Worse news? A little digging told me he and his pet mooks from the Red Room, along with a few of Gaea's favorite kids - and her ugliest ones, the giants - are what took out Camp Jupiter. Figured the Romans here might like to know that, since none of you can agree on what did it.

[ Taking a breath, he offers a faint smile. ]

The good news is that I found a paper trail for the Red Room while I was in Celebration. Unfortunately, I'm a little hard pressed to read 'em myself, so I made some copies [ he holds up a stack of papers so they could see it through the rainbow, and when he does, there's a little chirping sound. He's got no clue what language it is, so this is on you guys. ] to bring back, in case any of you [ know-it-alls ] guys can--jeez!

[ Dean's in the process of looking down and jerks suddenly, his mouth dropping and eyes narrowing. There's a meow from below. ]

First werewolves in camp, now skeleton cats? I leave for a few weeks and we've got a damn monsters infestation...

[ He grumbles under his breath, side-stepping from the cat, obviously irritated and a little disgusted. You should all be glad he's not pulling his gun right now. ]

Anyway, if any of you kids think you can translate this, give me a shout.

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.

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.]

dromomania

[There’s a new face in the rainbow on the morning of December 8th- one that could probably actually really use a shower. Six months on the road has kind of made Rhys forget what being clean feels like. Or looks like. Anyway, cleaning up hasn’t occurred to him yet.]

I suppose when it comes down to it, talking over the rainbow isn’t that much stranger than travelling on the rainbow. You can get used to anything.

[He half-smiles, looking around like he’s still getting used to his surroundings, then re-focuses on the rainbow in front of him.]

Anyway, I’m Rhys Owens, your latest happy camper. I’ve just got one request- if you see a couple of ravens flapping around and trying to get up in your business, please don’t damage them. They’ll be kind of difficult to replace. I’ve told them to be polite, so if you shoo them off they’ll probably listen, but no promises. They make up their own minds, mostly.

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.

untameimpala

So. Anyone up for a road trip?

[ That nice little prank by Chiron and Mr. D was the last straw. ]

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.

dandylicious

[A very somber looking Courfeyrac is sitting in front of the message this time, on the steps to the Aphrodite cabin.]

Hey... Everyone that was helping Alcuin train? He's-- Well, he's pushed himself a little too far. So, it'd really be for the best that you guys support me with not letting him train for a couple days...

And when he inevitably gets back to it? Try to keep him from over-exerting himself too much. I'm kind of worried he'll go too far again and no one will be there to make sure he's okay.

[A half smile as he runs his fingers through his hair.]

Anyways... Thanks in advance.

toobitter

[Reyna does not look pleased. Then again, she rarely does... But this is worse than usual. She's in her usual: Hair braided, jeans and her Camp Jupiter shirt. Except there is something glaringly wrong with her shirt.

It reads "Mom" like a name tag in the corner.]

Just who is responsible for altering all of my camp shirts like this?

[..... And if one would care to note, her anger has her red in the face. And ears.

Except that's from embarrassment, not from anger.]

impetueux

[Cosette is sitting on over-sized pink luggage outside the Apollo cabin, hair slightly mussed from the exertion of dragging it to the building. As she tries to catch her breath she smiles, head half-bowed.]

Hey Half Blood, long time no see. I'm sorry I'm so late; they tell you something will take a few weeks to process and it ends up taking months. But...[She takes a breath before looking up and outright beaming.] I'm officially Canadian; the paperwork is finally done. You have a two week grace period to make all the Canuck jokes you want before I come after you.

[She takes another deep breath before pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face.] By the way, if there is anyone out there who feels like helping me lug this thing into Apollo cabin I'd really appreciate it. I think I might have pulled a muscle dragging it here.

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.

mrbarrow

[Well, hello there, Camp Halfblood, have a bored looking young man, crossing his arms, and staring out at you with an expression of boredom and arrogance at the same time. Surveying his kingdom, as it were. At least, until he huffs a little, and something of that drops into merely a sulk.]

It occurs to me, Gods favor and patronize whom they will, of course, but back in the real world, that I’ve left behind, there are places where we leave the children no one wanted so the rest of the population can get along with, and go about their daily lives without getting their wrists stepped on each morning, or god forbid, being forced into pretending that we’re all some sort of…happy family

[There would be airquotes around that, if Thomas wasn’t more polished, and as it is, they certainly can be FELT from the way he drawls it out like that. The disdain is more than palpable, even if it IS a tad bit overblown and ventures toward melodramatic.]

As I’ve so lately been informed, this may not be the real world anymore, but wouldn’t it be nice, just think of it, if there were somewhere we could stash the lot of you who Mummy or Daddy hadn't felt the need to bother with just yet until such time as you might become interesting?

And Gods forbid not getting walked all over, but can anybody get a decent cigarette round here at least?

Current Mood: curious

wintershepard

[The IM starts with someone grumbling a bit, though all you see is his blue hoodie first]

Is this thing--oh! Ha.

[Jack settles back and the camp can get a good look at him. He’s incredibly pale, with bright blue eyes and stark white hair. Being outside like he is, it's even worse. He doesn’t seem sick, though, and he’s smiling]

So, this is how everyone here communicates? No cell phones or anything? Weird.

[Hey, he’s new to this]

Cool, though making the rainbow was kind of annoying. Anyway, I was told I should probably introduce myself so--hey. [He waves] I’m Jack Frost, and according to Manny my dad’s, uh, Boreas? God of ice and winds and something, and yeah I know. Jack Frost, and my dad’s a snow god. Talk to Manny about that one--he named me. The horse guy--Chiron?--said I was staying in Cabin One for now.

[Jack just sort of laughs again. He doesn’t mind the name, really]

So, what do you guys do for fun around he--!

[He's cut off by someone crashlanding into him. All you hear is a surprised "Tooth?!" from Jack before it cuts]

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