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

[chippedcup]

[Belle laughs.] Hello to you too, Arya. Where are you going in such a hurry?

[persequor]

Nowhere. [ Said too quickly maybe, but she dares Belle to call her on her lie. ]

[chippedcup]

Nowhere, huh? [She raises an eyebrow.] And where exactly is 'nowhere?'

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Nowhere. It's nowhere.

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[She smiles at Arya's insistence.] Right. Nowhere.

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Right. [ Sticking to her guns, this one. ] Where are you staying?

[chippedcup]

Aphrodite. Where are you?

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Artemis. It glows at night.

[chippedcup]

Interesting. Ours is just love-themed. It's very... [She's looking for the right word.] pink.

[persequor]

Ours is better. You can come stay if you like. I have two beds. You can take the bottom one.

[chippedcup]

Yours does sound better. Don't be surprised if I sneak in.

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It's all girls. And Steve.

[chippedcup]

And Steve? A man stuck in a cabin with all women? [Belle is amused.]

[persequor]

Yes. He usually has a look on his face like a scared puppy. Especially when the other women start talking about shirts and baths.

[chippedcup]

[Belle can't help it-she starts laughing.] A scared puppy, huh? The poor man.

[persequor]

[ She joins in with a giggle. ]

He's all right.

[chippedcup]

He has to be, if he can survive in a cabin full of women.

[persequor]

Oh, I forgot Edward. [ Annoyance leaps into her face. ] I hoped he might have got lost, but I think he really is going to stay there too.

[chippedcup]

...Edward? [She sees the annoyance.] Do I dare even ask what he's done?

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He sings.

[chippedcup]

He...sings. I'm assuming he sings terribly.

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He sings to all the women of true love.

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...[Belle sort of stares at her. She may believe in true love, but...that sounded utterly annoying.] Really now. Seems like someone should gag him.

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We might do that. [ While he sleeps. And is unaware. ]

[chippedcup]

Hm. Might have to tie his hands too, so he doesn't take it off. [Belle has obviously put some thought into this.]