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

[midhitgrope]

Nah, I mean, Connor and Murphy are a pair of numbnuts, but...

I guess I'd be lost without 'em.

[sameteam]

[Sam's expression brightens] What are numbnuts?

[midhitgrope]

Uh. [way to go, Rocco] It's another name for idiots, kid, but I wouldn't go around tellin' other people.

[sameteam]

Why not? [Innocent as he can be.]

[sameteam]

Why not? [Innocent as can be.]

[midhitgrope]

It's uh... Not a nice word.

[Shifty as can be.]

[sameteam]

[Sam at least nods at that. Not nice words aren't supposed to be used.]

Then why did you use it?

[midhitgrope]

Uh. Slip of the tounge. You don't gotta pay much attention to what I say. Really.

[Backpedaling like a boss.]

[sameteam]

Why not? [hahaha more questions. He's naturally curious and someone as, well, fascinating and unusual as Rocco.]

[midhitgrope]

[He's not that interesting.]

Because I say dumb shi--

Stuff. Say dumb stuff all the time. It's got me in trouble a lot, actually.

[sameteam]

Really? [Sam raises his eyebrows. Adults seem to get in trouble so rarely that hearing that Rocco did is honestly surprising.]

[midhitgrope]

Yeah, just ask my friends, Connor and Murph. I'm sure they'll tell you all about it.