Half-Blood Hill

[Finally. Finally, he's got it, and he's so excited about this. At least, the cake part. (Thanks, Jehan.)

There's a part of turning 18 that scares the everloving crap out of Gabriel, especially being here, of all places, but he's not going to think about that right now. No. Right now, he's going to think about how freaking great this cake is going to be.

But first he's got a little matter to settle of who he's going to share his birthday cake with. He sends out an IM, the giant cake very visible in the rainbow.]

Really, guys? You're gonna let me sit up here by myself and eat the whole thing? By myself? Really, guys?

[He's teasing, of course. That was his idea of an invitation.]

[On the other side of the rainbow, Gabriel's sitting atop his cabin, which is nothing new. It's pretty common to see the counselor sitting on the roof. He likes being close to the sky. He leans forward, almost conspiratorially, and begins speaking.]

So some of you know about this, some of you don't. I've been hearing a lot of talk around here about...y'know, wondering what the hell happens to us after we're too old for camp. I know for us Greeks, it's always kind of been like - 'okay, good luck', and we end up dying out there in the mortal world. And personally? I'm not big on dying. But the Romans - they had their city, New Rome, and from what I saw, it was a place for them, their families. You could live out a normal life and be safe and not have to worry about opening your door and finding some empousa that wants to chomp on your leg or something.

So that's what I'm thinking. We have enough space here - why the hell don't we have our own city alongside camp, too? For everybody to stay safe. Not just Greeks or Romans or anything. If we have to be stuck here, we might as well be able to have our lives back.

If you're in, you know where to find me.

[He lies back on the roof, and the rainbow fades away.]

[OOC: Backdated, because I'd meant to post this yesterday and hadn't gotten around to it!]

[So throughout the day today, Gabriel's been going around in secret, posting fliers basically anywhere he can without Chiron causing a commotion. The notices read as follows:]

Are you as freaked out as me about this whole Gaea thing?
Want to expand your skillset beyond just what your parent's given you?
Come to the Arena at 2 PM for an illuminating combat lesson.

[He thinks he's very funny.

Anyway, at about lunchtime, Gabriel sends out another one of the camp-wide Iris Messages. Anybody looking up into the rainbow will see him in a sitting position, perched on something - it's the Roman war elephant, Hannibal, who he's taken a liking to.]

I think I forgot to mention something on that flier. If you're planning on coming and learning from me and are afraid of the dark, you might want to toughen up, and fast.

Anyway, I'm already here, so...

[He shrugs and leans back on the elephant's back, lounging atop his kevlar vest.]