#nectarstart

[nightfcll]

。ﾟ✶ฺ  EVERETT ⇒ WRONG #.

everett: I'm desperate to get out of camp with all this sword business...mist travel w/me? I promise we'll be safe this time ;)

everett: Shit, wrong number

[kcithnam]

keith probably shouldn’t have been allowed to plan the fireworks show with his siblings in the first place, since he had a reputation for blowing things up and being really extra with everything he ever made. heck, even his old beat up yellow truck is charged with turbo. but you know what, he was allowed to plan with show with his siblings, and he gave them so many ideas that they ended up using, so who’s the loser here? 

“if these fireworks don’t blow everyone’s wigs away into outer space and right into the fucking sun, then i’m not gonna be called keith jobs anymore.” keith said in determination as he made sure that everything was in place and ready, whilst some of his siblings were on the other side of the beach to make sure everything was good on that side.

[svlanges]

          chiron’s voice continues to echo ominously as his announcement comes to an end, the rest of camp half-blood uncharacteristically silent ( for the first time, as far as solange is concerned ). for an instant, everything remains quiet, before the silence is broken by the deafening sound of a plate crashing against the floor of the dining pavilion. it takes solange a full minute to look down and realise she’s the one whose plate has slipped through her fingers, her mind still wrestling with what chiron just revealed and with the sheer severity of the situation. she stares down at the broken porcelain for what seems like an eternity, before sinking to the ground, hands reaching for each piece individually. ‘ what — ’ she begins, unsure how to phrase how absolutely lost she’s feeling, ‘ what happened ? ’

[mae-kwn]

          –– CLOSED.

mae sat on one of the seats surrounding the arena after appearing out of nowhere, holding her head between her hands. “fucking hell, this isn’t- gods’ sake.” she sighed. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” mae spoke to the person she apparently had appeared right next to. “just a shadow traveling mishap... again.”

[kiranambani]

with halloween approaching, it was almost one year since kiran had returned to camp. and also almost two since he’d first left it. it was a weird date. it also marked the fact that it had been six months since sebastian’s death date. halloween already was all about remembering the dead, and then with this added weight.. kiran used to love halloween - pulling pranks, drinking too much, partying with his friends at his side - but like many things, that had changed quite a bit.

it wasn’t all bad. kiran wouldn’t have had ezekiel if all this tragedy hadn’t happened. he wouldn’t trade his new, very unable to die, best friend for the world. except... well except when it was 3am and the ghost animal suddenly decided to materialize on his face. and now that kiran was awake, he wasn’t able to fall asleep again.

that was how he’d ended up where he was now, shadowtravelling into the kitchens to get some tea and a snack. he startled when he heard a noise behind him, assuming that his efforts to not be noticed by the harpies had been for nothing. but then he turned around it was just another camper. with a relieved sigh he scratched ezekiel - propped up on ki’s shoulder - behind his ears. “couldn’t sleep?” he simply asked the camper, going back to making his tea.

[pyrosies]

“thanks, babes. stay golden.” rosie smiled sweetly at the grey sisters before shutting the door of the cab. she stuffed her a hand in her pocket, whilst her other hand carried her duffle bag, and sighed. the sight of the camp’s entrance was really nostalgic to her, having been here since she was ten years old.

however, the past two years, she was locked away in a mental hospital and had a feeling that everyone in camp would’ve assumed she was dead during the time she had left to visit her grandfather. she didn’t want to, but she made her way into camp, the smile she had on previously turned back into her a frown that wasn’t strange to her, but was definitely strange to her old friends who were used to her old cheerful self. she was walking back into her old life, but she wasn’t the same anymore.

rosie was trying so hard not to be recognizable as she made a beeline to the hecate cabin. that plan completely failed when someone ran into her, making her glare at the person. “can you… not?”

[nightfcll]

dish duty was never a highly anticipated chore at camp half-blood, and was usually reserved for...well, punishment. after all, no camper would want to have their arms half deep in lava ( the harpies always say it's the best way to get everything clean ) with the aforementioned harpies screeching and squealing, rattling plates as they cleaned as well. plus, it meant that you missed out on campfire time — something everett didn't mind missing out on.       but this cleaning duty for everett is different; he usually spends his punishments alone, not with someone else. he's here all too often, and because of the lack of contact with others, he's not the best with starting conversations. he figures the best way to get the other's attention is to casually bump into them, reaching over for another plate to clean, his kitchen gloves sizzling as they made contact with the air.          " so, you wanna tell me what landed ya in here ?? you don't look like you're here             often. "

[rubydixon]

text: ruby → callan

ruby: random fucking question but

ruby: did u eat my sour patch kids????

ruby: they seem to have disappeared but i doubt they would've just fucking walked away by themselves

[kcithnam]

         –– CLOSED.

“well.” keith stared at nothing in particular, feeling so distracted and lost as he sat around the hephaestus table in the dining pavilion, his elbows on the surface of the table and his hands resting on his cheeks as he blew a bubble with his gum. “i almost blew up bunker 9. no one is surprised that i got kicked out again.”

[svlanges]

          ‘ i once told my high school guidance counselor that my deepest fear was spiders, but i actually fully take that back. my actual deepest fear is having hermes kids continue to tell me they’ve just had a brilliant idea while flashing me a ‘ here’s a totally non-suspicious wooden horse, as a present ’ look. everyone knows what a spider’ll do, but there’s no way anyone can correctly guess what cabin eleven’s up to. ’

[mae-kwn]

as she quietly sang a tune that has been stuck in her head since the night before, mae shoveled another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into her mouth, twirling a piece of short hair with her other hand. she felt a presence near her and looked up, eyes a little wide behind her round glasses before she smiled a little. “yes, breakfast is ice cream again. are you gonna judge or are you gonna join?” she asked. “and by join, i mean get your own ice cream.”

[kiranambani]

location: dining pavilion time: 10:34am status: open

Kiran had returned the night before around 1am from visiting one of his friends out in the mortal world. He hadn’t kept contact with everyone he had met along the way last year, but the few that he still talked to he appreciated all the more. However, camp was still his home base, and his bed at the Hades cabin would forever be more comfortable than the backseat of his tiny Fiat Panda.

Still wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he now sat at the Hades table at the dining pavilion. He had no idea where Mae was, probably hanging out with that ginger Apollo girl instead of with her flaky older brother, and he couldn’t blame her for that. He yawned for what seemed like the millionth time, then suddenly he dropped the spoon he was using to eat his cereal. “Fuck, Ezekiel.” he grumbled at his cat who now sat right next to his cereal bowl, a spot that had been empty just a second before. “Why d’you always have to do that, you idiot.” He scratched the fluffy black fur behind the cat’s ears. Sometimes it was weird to think this was a ghost he was petting. Not because it grossed him out - as a son of Hades there wasn’t much about ghosts that scared him - but rather because he seemed too real. One day I’m gonna have a heart attack because you appeared randomly in front of me. Guess who’ll be the one doing the haunting then, huh?”

[amirias-blogg-blog]

“ don't even try to understand what's happening today, because you won't be able to fathom it. collective currents of concern are imposing upon your life and you're powerless to stop them, ” she reads as she idly flips through an issue of cosmopolitan. “ some soul searching may help. ” a light scoff leaves her lips. how credible is some magazine’s predictions, really? “ i know monsters are real because i’ve almost been killed by one, that guy over there can turn into snow, but daily horoscopes...please. are they full of shit or could there actually be something there? ”

[magicalkim]

for one time, kimberly was practising archery. it was one of the few things she participated in at camp, to be honest. she aimed at the bullseye, bow in her hands. she gripped it tightly, in complete concentration. and then... a shadow passed by. she dropped the bow involuntarily in surprise. “you messed up the shot,” she grumbled half-heartedly. she’d been worried she might hit the person.

[childrenxfangerandwar-blog]

Open Starter

Drawing the the string of his bow back, Callan took a deep breath. He needed to clear his mind after the events of the morning. He wasn’t one for social situations, so he had found himself a place to observe what went on. Releasing the string, the arrow hit the board with a satisfying thunk. If Callan was to be honest with himself, in the three years that he had attended camp, he hadn’t made many friends. Socialising wasn’t really his thing. As another arrow hit the board, he thought about what could happen, and what had happened. Hearing someone behind him, Callan lowered his bow. “Look. I am not in the mood if you’ve come to mock my accent, nor am I in the mood for any conversation, so just leave me alone.” he sighed softly realising how bad his words had sounded. “Shite. That sounded bad. I’m just trying to avoid doing something I’ll regret.”

[chcrried]

“ i really don’t understand this, ” when connie had been shipped off to summer camp, she really didn’t anticipate any work. yet here she was, staring at her gluey, glittery poster board of ‘ MY FAMILY TREE! ’ that an older athena camper was anticipating on checking over at the end of the week.  “ honestly, this whole parentage thing makes my head spin. ” she groaned, putting her head in her hands as she stared down at her board. what she knew about bloodlines obviously did not fit with the greek gods. “ aren’t we all technically family ?? i swear i see people kissing at this camp. not to judge, but...gross !! more importantly: does this make the apollo cabin…my half uncles and aunts ?? ”