.003}} Why does this keep happening.

[livinglavidaloki]

[Can you hear it, Camp Half Blood? From your journal. Mewling kittens. At least a hundred of them. And a disgruntled shout. And perhaps hissing. And more angry grumbling. A yowl as one is kicked across the room and out of his way. The once empty (asides from Loki) cabin has been temporarily overtaken by an improbable sea of felines, the mass about what was supposed to be a giant malicious monster he'd attempted to summon. What was supposed to be a bit of fun came out as something else entirely.

A deluge of kittens make their way out of Aphrodite cabin as Loki opens the door, along with the sputtering demigod not soon after. This was going to take a while to clean up.]

[[Ooc: Open to all. I'm not sorry.]]

xxi λ birthday

[assassino]

It is my birthday today. I am 29.

Cento di questi giorni per me!

39

[sexyhitchhiker]

[the distinct lack of teasing in general was odd, to say the least. Perhaps more specifically, teasing about the fact that she's somehow in the cabin of wisdom with all the studious kids. Not to mention she hasn't heard from Shizuru since the world change began.

So she's making her rounds through the cabins, poking her head in without so much as a hello. And once all the cabins were searched, she takes a look at all the other places. Mess hall, stables, arena, lake, etc.

And at the very edge of camp, she finds a statue with a rather startling resemblance to Shizuru.

...There's a hissing intake of breath. Great. She sighs and flips her journal open.]

Does anybody know if some people got turned into statues? Do they actually feel anything or would it be dumb to drag them to a more sheltered place?

[[ooc: open over journal or in person anywhere you like]]

♐ sixty-sixth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

You know, I completely forgot that yesterday was Clark Kent's birthday. I think it's because for some reason this year must be a leap year... which I'm not even sure if that exists in this place, but hey - when there is an extra day in a month, that seems to be the reason.

Anyway, Happy belated Birthday, Clark. Are you thirty yet? [He can't keep track of years here in the castle compared to years back home and being from the past... it's just a lot of things to remember.]

Also, if anyone wants to try some weapons crafting... I'm crafting weapons I guess. At least, that's what this place has assigned to me. Does anyone know why we might need weapons crafted? Because, it does seem like an odd thing for camp. Even if it is feeling slightly like Gladiator camp.

Katniss He is Not [ action, backdated to afternoon ]

[peacockherald]

[ Vanyel might have been trained in some combat arts, but most of his education had focused on magic. Well, let's face it, when you are the strongest Herald Mage in history, yeah, most of your education is going to focus on that, especially when said magic has the extreme potential to drive one insane if it was not harnessed correctly.

Anyways, one of the few martial arts he had never been trained well in was archery, and a part of him had always been jealous of good archers. It just seemed... impressive, to be able to do that, not to mention archers had saved him more than once in major battles, and he had seen them during hunting . It would make his life easier, to say the least.

So, while no one was looking, he took some arrows a bow that he thought fit his height and strength and headed off into the wood. He told Yfandes where he was going so she wouldn't worry, though she seemed amused by this more than anything.

At any rate, he managed to find a thick looking tree and marked it off, and counted off some paces and managed to string his bow, though it left him panting and sweating a bit, which ashamed him more than it should have. He stood and knocked an arrow, taking aim and fired.... and missed. Entirely.

Well... this is was why it was called practice, wasn't it?]

[ooc: feel free to pop by him and mock him or help him at your discretion.]

Master approved

[traken_master]

[The Master sat on his bunk in the Athena cabin, working on design sketches. His journal lays open nearby.]

You know, fellow campers, I honestly can't make up my mind if the castle is trying to make us stronger or destroy us utterly. If it's the latter, I don't think it's very successful. I, for one, am enjoying camp. I've been building weapons, well, a chariot, and I dearly hope the hellhound follows us back to the castle. One thing I have to give Paradisa, the pets are fascinating.

[And by fascinating, he means dangerous.]

456 ❀

[ino]

[ino's picked out a nice spot on the roof of artemis cabin to stretch out on a blanket and relax this afternoon. what is going to class? not a thing she is doing, that's for sure. she'll be flipping through the journal a bit before dictating]

I can kind of see why we don't have summer camp where I come from. We learn a lot of this stuff in school already, only afterwards, we get to go home instead of living in a cabin with a ton of other people.

Not that I mind the people. A little privacy now and then would be nice, though.

[she'll let out a little sigh]

What's the language here called, anyways? Because I looked on the collar of that giant dog that was in the arena yesterday, and it had something written in some weird runes I couldn't read.

twenty-fifth twist of the coil

[vampirize]

[Huh, it's odd, really. That Hephaestus cabin has been a pretty quiet place. You'd expect with all the geniuses locked up in there, you'd have weird noises of machinery and whatnot coming from it 24/7. But so far, there hasn't been a peep.]

[Until now.]

[BOOOOOOM.]

[Yep, that was the very loud sound of an explosion right there. After a few minutes (you can hear rubble and dirt falling onto the ground in the background, a very familiar voice, sounding smug as always, rings out over the journals.]

I have to say, all this mythology hullabaloo is boring, don't you agree? I've been mostly inventing things while you all have been running around spouting horrible poetry and riding hippogriffs and whatnot- as in, I've actually been doing real work.

And I've invented a ingenious prototype for an explosive that can actually transport itself to the destination you want it to go to. I call it...[He pauses, dramatically.]...the walking bomb.

[Tesla, you fail forever at naming your own inventions. He laughs a bit.]

Just be careful, all of you. Because I'm not going to be the one to wipe whatever is left of you off the trees if you happen to run into these things. Understood?

( Hephaestus Cabin )

[And if anyone is near Hephaestus cabin, they'll notice a large hole in the ground and Tesla standing nearby, fiddling with a weird brown and gold robotic-looking device with legs. He's only built around five of them so far, so his warning about running into them was rather exaggerated. Open to all!]

Day Five: Hellhounds!

[camphalf_blood]

[the howls have been getting more and more frequent as the day has gone on. And now there is creepy barking and other evil dog noises. One might even see something in the shadows. It's a hellhound! The camp is under attack!

Heroes, bear arms! Or find a place to hide!]


[go forth and tag! Any location not mentioned, assume is a safe zone! Safe Zones (aka no battle): cabin | campfire | big house

Fight Zones (aka battle): ampitheater | arena | armory

Caution Zones (aka better not stay long): forest | mess hall ]

Hunt 011 ~ [Action for Artemis Cabin - Backdated to last night]

[squirrelhunter]

[Everyone gets bad dreams, the ones that make you sweat, toss and turn...

Well, this time, it was Daryl's turn. He's mostly quiet, just soft groans, low pained noises, until he sits bolt upright with an audiable gasp, panting for a few seconds to get his breath back.

He growls to himself, quietly, before swinging himself off his bunk and heading towards the door, not even bothering to put a shirt or his shoes on.]

((OOC: Action for the cabin, anyone who wants to stop him because of curfew etc. Threadjacking is welcomed and encouraged. If he makes it outside, he's probably going to be pacing just outside to get some air.))