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[If anyone knows Cosette, it's easy to tell that she's been off the past few days, and for good reason. She functions well enough, but she's gotten downright mopey, barely smiling or even leaving her cabin. A certain someone's absence from camp is making it even worse.

She's finally gotten outside for a bit, and is sitting out in the amphitheater alone, singing some oddly pessimistic Taylor Swift-esque songs. While she's probably not at her best, the girl is in some serious need of company and maybe some cheering up.]

polishfan

[There's a grin on Feuilly's face as he looks out from the IM, Tim perched on his shoulder, goggles tilted up on his head, the forge very definitely in the background. It's clear he's taking a break from...something or other to come say hi, and bring something up.]

So, you guys. I had an idea back during the talent show, when I realized I wasn't all that talented at doing...that sort of thing unless you count audience participation, which I'm pretty sure I'm decent at.

And I guess I kind of wonder if anybody else is interested in the kind of talent show, competition, actually, that involves a really different skillset, awesome as everybody was.

I'm proposing, and this should appeal to more than just my cabin, because come on Athena kids, I know you're also fucking brilliant, and there's gotta be at least a COUPLE other outliers somewhere along the way here, that we go ahead and have a kind of Rube Goldberg Machine Contest.

See the way this works for high school, judges give you a task to come up with and your team goes ahead and works to build something that gets it done. I mean, this year's was zipping a zipper, but we could go with anything.

I'm thinking in our version, since this is probably gonna be a whole lot smaller, if we do it, and we're plenty more brilliant and talented than a lot of people, no mater what pantheon we come from, that we work either by ourselves or in pairs?

I mean this kind of thing'll take a lot of planning so it's not something we can toss together for the weekend but...would anybody actually be into this?

Prize is bragging rights or whatever else we can manage to come up with at this point. And the joy of knowing that everybody else in camp is slightly terrified of everything that you can build. Anybody?

((OOC: Yeah he wants to gauge interest in something like this. I doubt it'll go far, but totally up for running it by mods as a plot if people have enough interest!))

Current Mood: excited

wintersergeant

[The IM starts off with your favorite charming 1940s transplant and his skinny asthmatic best friend looking kind of….sheepish. Well, Bucky looks sheepish and mildly annoyed. Steve is just giving him a Look. Bucky is the one who speaks]

So, uh, me an’ Steve...we don’t really know how to use all this twenty-first century technology and...we. Broke something.

[He holds up an iPod dock that is very much broken]

We thought it was a radio or somethin’. Guess not.

[Bucky goes to cut the rainbow but Steve stops him, giving him another Look.]

And we’re sorry we broke it, an’ that we stole it. [To Bucky:] Aren’t we?

...yeah, that too. [As he cuts the rainbow:] Really, Steve?

southernreaper

Uh... howdy?

[He looks very awkward, and confused. Thanks Mikey for just abandoning him.]

Look Mikey just dropped me off and said I'd be able to find the Hephaestus house, but I'm a little lost and confused.

[He shoves singed hair out of his face.]

I'd really like some help, if you don't mind. I'm... uh...

[He turns away to look around.]

Near the forge. Mikey dropped me here to go report or do whatever satyrs do after dragging me here. And stealin' my phone.

So, uh, a little help?

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.

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.]]

wasalmostdaphne

Hi. Bay Kennish, resident reincarnated God of the Underworld. I haven't really bothered with the whole talking through rainbows thing, but I do have a tiny complaint.

You've been great hosts making sure that we got to have all the 'fun' of kidnapping anyone who tried to leave this summer, one of your Gods tormenting people with the dead, being trapped by werewolves and finally keeping us here under total lockdown without any attempt at asking your guests if they would appreciate it.

But just because this is your camp, and we're only here because you invited us, doesn't mean you should just forget that we might have opinions and ideas about some of the things going on. Yes, we like the safety, but we also would like to know where the rest of us, both our pantheon and the fragmented souls of our Godly forms, happen to be. If they are safe, do they need us, would they like to catch a movie? Things we can't do from the inside of your hospitality.

We don't want to see the world destroyed again, but realize that we would like the freedom to leave you to your war with your Earth God if you keep treating us like we're your campers. Got it? Good.

longmayshereign

[Mary's face appears in the rainbow shrouded mist, smiling and uncertain. When she speaks, her accent is something of an amalgamation of Queen's English and Scottish Highlander.]

Hullo. This does seem a little awkward but I thought I might take a moment to introduce myself to all of you, or at least those of you who might be watching. My name is Mary Stuart, and according to the goddess Juno, I am...an incarnation, the incarnation? Of the goddess Frigga. [She smiles shyly.] And while I do know who that is, I'm not quite entirely sure yet what that means for me. It's not as I know how to use a loom, or can transform into a falcon.

[There's a blink as she looks at someone off-camera (so to speak).] Wait, can I turn into a falcon?

[She seems to be given a negative, or at least a "not yet" and returns her gaze to the camera.]

I really do look forward to meeting you all, especially those of you who are experiencing the same...duality as I am.

[There's another darted blink off camera as someone inaudibly says something to her. Her expression becomes puzzled.]

What do you mean, Odin is here too?

moointhedark

[For the past couple of weeks, Charlie has been a mopey child. He goes about his daily tasks with less enthusiasm. Is he sick? Is he dying? Nah. He's just worried about one of his best friends.

He's been keeping everything bottled up, brushing off any concern, but finally he decides to get some advice. He's out at the archery field when he sends the IM, having just finished practicing with his slingshot.]

How do you help someone when you don't know what to do and they don't know what to do, and they don't seem to want help?

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!

shylyintrepid

[Jehan is outside today, tending to some vines with gloves. When the IM starts, he smiles a bit]

I thought now might be a good time to bring up something I should have brought up a while back. For those who don't know me, I'm Jean, the Demeter counselor, though I prefer Jehan. I also grow poisons.

[He points to some]

Desert rose, sap's good for coating arrows and is really hard to grow in this climate. Belladona, also called deadly nightshade. Daphne, the berries are poisonous. Larkspur, the seeds will kill you. Oleander, one of my favorites. And this? This is wolfsbane.

[He holds up a plant]

This is incredibly poisonous. Just touching it with your bare hands will lead to numbness and possible heart problems. It is also very effective against wolves.

[And this is why he thought today would be a good day to talk about this]

All of my plants are labeled in French and Greek if they're deadly, so please don't touch them. However, if you want any of these to use on weapons to be used against monsters only, please talk to me. If I find that someone's been using them on campers, however...well, poison ivy usually clears up in a few days. Or not.

[He just smiles]

If people are interested, I'd like to do a sort of seminar on the poisons? So we all know how to treat various kinds and how to recognize some of these in the wild.

the_futurist

[Well, if this isn't the cherry to top off this shit-sundae, Tony doesn't know what is. He's a veritable orphan and yet the prodigal son, is thisclose to a double PhD which he could use to finally escape his name and make a better one, when lo and behold... he's sentenced to indefinite probation at a summer camp. In December. Because of his father. Sperm donor. Whatever.

Merry freaking Christmas.

He elected to postpone any kind of tour and all too soon, and still completely unprepared, found himself at his cabin. With his... siblings. And he can still barely suppress the painful feeling that punched him in the gut the moment he arrived.

This feels like home.

Instead of just embracing the feeling, of course, he's fighting it and off on his own, brooding. As has become habit the past few days. He has some graph paper and a pen and is pretty consistently either sketching or staring off into space.]

{Tony can be found in the Hephaestus cabin, around the cabin, and possibly down by the lake. Wherever it would make sense to sulk for a bit while he sorts out his brain-space and stifles down the unsettling feelings of both belonging and repulsion. Not to mention ignoring exactly what day it is.}

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?

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Entries tagged with feuilly [les miserables]

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