Day One: Party!

[camphalf_blood]

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]


[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

Comments

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna chuckles.) Something like that.

(She nods to a log Clove can sit on next to her.)

What do you think of "camp"?

[prettyknives]

I think it's the best thing that's happened here so far.

[not_like_the_rest]

(Raises an eyebrow because really?) That's a terrible joke.

[prettyknives]

It's not a joke.

[not_like_the_rest]

Why do you like it here? (Actually going to listen to answer.)

[prettyknives]

It's better than sitting around in that stupid castle.

[not_like_the_rest]

Ahh, right. You're district two. I'm betting you're looking forward to that battle arena.

[prettyknives]

I won't be the only one.

[not_like_the_rest]

Wonder if I can have a turn. (Griiiiiining.) They put me in charge of some winged horses. Luckily some girl named Fluttershy seems to actually want the job.

[prettyknives]

Winged horses? I can't wait to ride those.

[not_like_the_rest]

Join us then! She will be doing all the work. Apparently she can talk to them too.

[prettyknives]

That's handy.

[not_like_the_rest]

I would say pretty boring too. I can't see that an animal that lets humans ride it has much to say.

[prettyknives]

Guess we'll find out.

[not_like_the_rest]

Yeeep.

Which cabin did they drop you in anyway?

[prettyknives]

[draws herself up proudly] Ares, god of war.

[not_like_the_rest]

Sounds like just the place for you. (Why no, she will not tell you her goddess without being asked. She may not even aay if you do. It's a pretty stupid goddess in her mind.)

[prettyknives]

Of course. [she doesn't care about your patron goddess]

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna holds out her finished stick to Clove.)

Sharpest point you'll see on a twig. Go make some pointless food.

[prettyknives]

Thanks, but I'm good. [briefly flashes her bronze knife]

[not_like_the_rest]

I mean go roast marshmellows, (she ruffles/pushes on Cloves head playfully, chuckling.) You are a camper.

[prettyknives]

[wrinkles up her nose] Marshmallows are just sugar.

[not_like_the_rest]

Exactly. Sugar that is meant to be smashed onto a chocolate square and sandwiched between two crackers and then devoured.

[prettyknives]

That sounds gross. [what is childhood]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Something that happens when you're not training, though in this case it was something she was allowed only after she was a victor. Yay for having the money, boo for what it takes to have.]

Make one and then you can complain.