Astrid

Astrid nearly fell as the man on her grip moved away, apologizing. He didn't truly care about her though, even in her state she could tell that. His only focus right now was Syleste. Astrid wasn't put off by his manner though, only happy for her friend. With her head down staring at her feet to make sure she didn't fall over. It was because of this action that she bumped into another bunch of campers and decided to join in on their conversation. It was about mice... or was it peanuts. Maybe it was both. That would be nice.

Eventually making it back from the party Astrid stumbled up the steps over to the cabin door. Before she could open the door, Astrid began to feel quiet sick from all the alcohol she had consumed. Laying down on the porch she began to puke over the edge into the bushes. Her stomach throbbed as it strived to get rid of the poison she was trying to digest. To weak to move back inside, she lay there on the front porch of the Hephaestus cabin cheek slumped against the cabin wall in a cute, yet disgusting, way.

Thane wasn't given a moment to enjoy the touch of her hand on his blighted arm, nor her kind words that Erin had to share with him. A sudden thud from the porch of the cabin instantly shattered the atmosphere, reminding him of the other campers. It was probably a drunk demigod from the Ares party acting like an idiot, giving the Hades cabin the misfortune to have to deal with them. "I got it." Thane sighed softly, putting a hand on her leg as he lifted himself up front the couch and shoved a hand into his pocket. Thane paused at the door, taking a moment, praying that whoever was outside was gone now. That he could go back to talking with Erin. That perhaps tonight would be a bit different from the usual. Thane's pale fingers wrapped around the door handle, giving it a slow pull and slowly he peeked out into the already darkened night. A silhouette of a man hiding behind a jacket, curled up in a ball on their porch.

It took a moment for Thane's eyes to adjust and another moment for it to register who it was exactly that he was looking at. The skeletonised extremities made it a bit more difficult than it normally would be for Thane to recognise another camper. "Oh." He said flatly, staring at the man that had so blatantly been in pursuit of Erin, "Uh... Shoo." Thane slipped back into the cabin, swinging to door closed, his fingers quickly going to the lock and then the light switch. He turned on the balls of his feet and gave Erin a shrug, "Jehovah Witnesses, just pretend we aren't home."

Caien Cobb

If anything had to be taken away from the first night at camp it was that it was lively.

Cai was sitting on top of Cabin Eleven and was enjoying the view he got from up high. He sat on the nook, his legs bended and close to his chest, his arms leaning gently on his knees, his eyes on the other cabins and the road below. People had a tendency to not look into the air when they walked, making it easy to take a closer look at the campers as they passed by to their own cabin. And well if they spotted him, what would they care? Apparantly he belonged here as much as they did, but that was still strange to comprehent.

The whole day had been hectic starting with his mom dropping him off before the entrance, apparantly unable to join him in the camp to see where he was going to live for the next few months. 'Cause really, come on, he wasn't going to stick around for more than that. The camp was probably a lot of fun, it probably had a lot of great people, but in the end he would leave anyway. It was how it happened at every school and at every city. It was how his life had always been and Cai didn't see that changing any time soon. He didn't want it to change as he enjoyed his life very much and he would have objected against going here - not because he didn't want to see or experience all the new things in the world, but exactly because he would be confined to such a small space to see that new world - but the look in his mother's eyes stopped the words in his throat. He knew that she knew that he could take care of himself, but suddenly he had wondered if she would be alright alone. After her brief... intermezzo with Hermes she had never stuck with a guy, never found someone else. She'd always told Cai that the two of them would do just fine. But now he was gone.

With his right thumb he rubbed on the little sun that was tattoo'ed on his left wrist. He had been observing the party that been going on for a few hours now. There was no one he really knew and he had found no need yet to make friends. He had learned something interesting things though. These people were pretty cool. He remembered the words of Erin, the daughter of Hades if he had to believe her. "Eyes full of hope." They would disappear, she told them in a grumy tone that seemed to be her trademark. Cai wondered if it was really that dangerous to be a demigod or if she was just making it sound less glamorous because she felt like it. It couldn't be all bad. At least you got a bunch of people which who you could live and share things. Or at least that he hoped. But as he had stood in the line listening to Erin, he had not found any other Hermes kids in the newest recruits, as he liked to jokingly call them in his mind. Maybe Hermes had become a chaste god after he had left his mom? Cai doubted it, but it was, in a way, comforting thought that the God of Travellers wasn't as much as a womanizer as his dad.

Then everyone had become drunk. Or at least a few of them had been completely smashed. Cai had stolen a drink himself. He did enjoy the taste of alcohol, but to get so trashed that walking became a difficulty... that was not his style. In the end he had simply decided to go back to the cabin where he was sitting right now. His cabin, he corrected himself. It wasn't hard for him to adjust to a new place, but to call it his own, that was harder. But it was his home now for a while and he genuinely liked it. It was cramped and such, but it carried something that he always found in new places. It forced him to make his own place. His own little home.

Connor walked slowly back to Hermes Cabin, enjoying the pleasant stroll through the camp. Now that the party was quieting down the walk was almost relaxing, save for a few rather drunk campers scrambling around. He thought back to when he had first entered this camp, about five years ago now. He had been young and scrawny, and everything was just a bit terrifying. Gods and monsters and demigods, he felt out of place among all the magic, and unlike the kids at camp he had never struggled with fitting in in normal life, sure he was dyslexic and had a touch of ADHD, but those were manageable and he never mind it overly much. So while some people who got here felt uncomfortable for a moment, but then at home in the camp, it took longer for Connor to become comfortable in this camp. He got his butt handed to him by all the older kids, and the Ares and Athena kids in combat, and Artemis and Apollo kids were better at archery. The years came and they went and by his third summer, at age fifteen, he had finally begun to get used to combat and archery, and he even started to look forward to returning to the camp and missing the faces of all his half-brothers and sisters, in spite of the tight quarters in the Hermes cabin.

He shook his head lightly to clear thoughts of the past as he got back to the cabin. He was about to head inside when something odd struck him. He stepped back from the door and did a slow circle, trying to look in all directions, unsure of what he had noticed. Then he looked up, and saw a brand new camper sitting on the roof, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Trying to get your bearings?" He called up to the boy. "You a new Hermes kid?" He couldn't help but already be searching the boys face for the traits so common in the children of the gods. Sharp nose, mischievous eyes, darkish hair, all trade marks of his godly father. He didn't appear to have any traits of being a legacy but sometimes those lines got blurry after a few generations, unlike his own traits. Connor bore a few rather prominent traits of his grandmother Athena, in his bright blond hair and the lighter coloring of his eyes.

Raleigh Holter Theron
"There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it." - 'Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?' by Mindy Kaling

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Parties were never his thing, aside from maybe subtle bird watching in a stray corner—that's what he'd dubbed the term. Eavesdropping sounded too mischievous, as if he were to sell the stories to a local third party. He'd read the headline in his head multiple times, at the thought: What's the Matter with Kids These Days?! And then the Birdie song trailed through his mind a couple of times, breaking his focus on whatever book he was currently reading. No one ever really pegged a Poseidon kid to be thoughtful, or any of the Demigods for that matter, aside from Athena's children. If anyone read piles of books, they often did. No, his father was known for a lot of different things, things he wasn't too proud of, but would never mention if brought up. Then again, there were a lot of things the Gods were known for, a lot of them being purely negative, for the most part.

Staring quietly at the cover in his hands, Raleigh had avoided the campers today at all costs. He'd been there for a few years, being among the only children stuck inside his cabin. He was alone, for the most part, and, despite getting a new batch every year, he'd given up after he'd arrived and was given one of the loneliest Cabins in existence. It held one or two heroes, one he could think of at the top of his head, but never any more than two people found a home inside. Despite the stories, his father was the least sexually driven of any of the Gods. He shared the same lonely feeling with a few of the other campers, but the majority of them had more than enough brothers and sisters populating their homes that they'd have starved the first week of the Great Depression.

However, Raleigh wasn't much for moping—his ADHD kept him somewhat active. At least, he was active enough to take a walk down to the lake and set up a small area of his on the dock to relax for the day. He'd only be mildly surprised if Erin stormed over and demanded why he'd not found it in himself to take one of his siblings on a tour. There wasn't any room in his brain to focus on fledgling brats running around with gifts from their parents like crazed toddlers hyped up on caffeine. From the sounds of it, caffeine wasn't the only thing they were hyped up on. He'd have to talk to one of the Gods residing about limiting how much alcohol each camper could take—not to be a stickler, but just to keep assholes from running through a game of Capture the Flag hopped up on vodka and soda, twirling a sharp object over their heads and screaming something unintelligible. There was a point where Raleigh simply stopped expecting anything of the campers and now was probably one of those days.

At least the sounds from the designated party cabin were dulled enough for him to relax peacefully by the waters, munching on a sandwich he'd managed to make from a few left overs and reading John Green's Looking For Alaska. It wasn't many people's ideal summer, no, but for Raleigh, it was more than enough. When stuck with a pile of hormone driven teenagers, a moment to calm down and relax compared to even the best beach vacations. Of course, Raleigh wouldn't dare call himself an adult; he just had different priorities that weren't getting laid, drunk, or doing something stupid for hashtag yolo purposes. The best moniker Raleigh could think of to call himself would probably be a nerd. A nerd who had as much skill in archery as any of the Apollo kids and found himself inadvertently scaring the shit out of random campers.

"Oh, fuck!"

Like that.

Raleigh sighed, gave a wave to the stumbling camper as he fell flat on his ass.

"I'm sorry—shit, I did see ya' there, dude," the boy apologized, blushing a deep crimson as he continued murmuring, "Scared the fucking shit out of me. Goddamn. Wear a bell, jeeze."

Raleigh simply nodded his own apology, never taking his eyes off of his book, "I'll invest in one once I get my paycheck. Maybe lay off the booze next ti—"

The camper vanished in an instant, or so he thought; the rest of his surroundings blurred into the distance, as well, leaving him plopped on a rough surface with sand threatening to pool into his sneakers. He'd instantly deduced his relative area, finding he'd been the one to up and disappear—the kid probably pissed his pants after that. The thought brought a smirk to his lips that turned into a confused frown in an instant. Standing from his position, Raleigh gave a look around, forgetting about the food he'd just dropped; hunger wasn't exactly on the forefront of his mind. The book, however, remained tightly clutched, whilst his other hand found its way to the key chain hanging from the belt loop of his khaki pants.

It was the gift his father had given him when he'd first arrived, something he'd never take for granted. The chain he'd dubbed Scylla after the monstrosity of the Strait of Messina. Six vicious, black heads looped and coiled around to form the band, each reminiscent of the canine's attached to the monster herself, a naiad turned beast out of jealousy, after gaining the love and affection of Poseidon himself. When he'd learned of the story, he was positive his father was trying to tell him something probably extremely negative. A kind of warning. But, Raleigh was never the type to read too deeply into things like that and had dropped it down to a mere gift out of concern and love. At least, that's what he'd hoped for; there wasn't much else Poseidon had to show evidence that he'd cared about him. It was the most he'd gotten out of the guy after what seemed like his whole life.

The thought, however, quickly found its way out as the situation dawned on him. Raleigh looked up and around, seeing familiar and new faces alike. This seemed a lot more ominous than what he was previously making it out to be, but being the introvert he was, Raleigh kept his mouth sealed shut as he waited for the others to come to their senses. He kept his eyes on Erin and Thane, in particular, the two he'd always thought were the most level headed of the campers. That may not have been saying much, since everyone currently trapped was just your ordinary teenager, aside from the god blood that ran through their veins.

Faris was almost back to the Ares cabin. She had taken a swig of the drink Gaspard had so nicely given her, but was just holding the rest. Her head was just now starting to spin when she yawned, closing her eyes and stretching. She felt sick for a brief second, as if the ground beneath her were falling, and then it stopped. She instantly dropped to her knees. ”Whoa,” she groaned for a second, shaking her head slightly, braid hitting her neck as she got her bearings. She opened her eyes and saw sand. There wasn’t sand in front of her cabin was there? Why was there sand? She frowned, looking up and around her and seeing other campers… some of which she recognized, and some she didn’t. Faris looked around her and realized they were not at any part of the camp that she could recall. Where the heck were they? She slowly stood and put a hand to her head, still feeling a tad dizzy. She was still in her simple black dress and some flat boots, and for some reason now she’d wished she’d worn jeans to the party. ”Okay, what’s going on… Did the damsel of death drag us down here?” she asked, looking pointedly at Erin and frowning. After all, Erin was the only one Faris had really seen demonstrate a power that this might allude to. She was just looking for someone to blame really though, as she was thrown off her usual confidence by this turn of events.

"Yeah, see you 'round." Gaspard muttered a quiet farewell to Faris, shooting her a sideways glance as she left. He supposed she was pretty cool. It was more than refreshing to meet an Ares kid who wasn't dumber than a sack of bricks. But then again, that was probably just a stereotype. Briefly glancing down at his drink, Gaspard noticed the swirling liquid in his cup was barely even cold now, and he made a vague expression of disgust. No one liked a lukewarm drink, and he'd probably had enough for the night, anyway. The last thing he wanted to do was to throw up his lunch. Wait, did he even have lunch? He couldn't recall, but he didn't really want to find out. Disposing of his drink in a nearby trash bag, Gaspard began to make his way back to the Hecate cabin, after he grabbed a bite, of course. His stomach had been complaining the entire night, and the only thing that could satisfy it was the sweet, sweet embrace of BBQ.

The night air was still, as most of the campers had already returned to their cabins - even the party-goers to nurse their already-burgeoning hangovers. The only noise Gaspard could hear other than the crunch of grass under his feet was a muffled conversation amongst a couple stragglers. The son of Hecate was just a few paces away from the familiar, stone cabin when he suddenly felt a faint skittering under his skin. It took him a second, but he quickly recognised it as some sort of summoning spell. But, before he had time to do anything about it, or even make sense of the situation, a dark cloud descended upon him, coiling itself around his entire being like a snake. The grassy ground seemed to fall away under his feet, and the cabin before him was quickly swallowed up by darkness. Gaspard was just about to write this off as the work of some drunk Hades kid, but when the smoke finally cleared up, his suspicions were quickly put to rest.

Gaspard wasn't alone in the chasm, not by a long shot. In fact, he estimated that there were at least five other people down here with him. Who or what brought them all here, he couldn't say, but it was clearly the work of a powerful entity. Not even the children of the Big Three would be able to accomplish a feat of this magnitude. He vaguely wondered if one of the gods were behind this - if they were, they sure had a fucked up sense of humour. Of all the days they could've picked to mess with him... Right now, all he wanted to do was collapse into bed and conk out for twelve hours, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"Anyone know what the hell's goin' on here?" Gaspard questioned no one in particular, sauntering up towards where most of the other demigods were gathered. All he wanted now were answers, and then preferably a way out of this mess. He wasn't in nearly the right mood for this.

Jack

Jack was trying to regulate his breathing when the whole world began to spin. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see anything, although he didn't have eyes at the moment. When everything shook his eyes flew open. He was laying flat on his back in... sand? His bony fingers scooped some of the substance up and he watched as it slid through his hand.

Reaching under himself, Jack moved to push himself to his feet. It wasn't until he was already standing that he realized he was not alone. He froze fear bubbling up in his chest, before shaking his skull. It was time to say enough was enough. No more would he be afraid for people to see him as he was, the monster he truly was. Not to mention no one even would know it was him until he told them.

Reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose as he did often, he realized he didn't have a nose any longer. That part was cartilage. Sighing his hand naturally went to his ears; they were missing also. "God damn it." This was going to take some getting used to. Looking around at the group of people Jack saw many people he recognized. Only a few of them were new to him. "So where the hell are we anyway."

Jack's gaze fell on Erin and instantly the bubbly feeling in his chest rose again. She was here also? She would see him like this and never want to be with him. Never mind that, if she was stuck here than he would have to make sure she got out safe. Making his way over to her he bent down over her body lieing in the sand and gently put a skeleton hand on her arm. "Are you... okay?" What else could he say in a situation like this. Even for a half-blood this was weird.

"Sure you will," He chuckled softly at her, his eyes following her figure as she walked away from him. He could hear her moving around once she was out of sight, the floorboards creaking with every step she took. Her voice reached out to him from deeper within the cabin, her voice filling his ears, telling him that she didn't like 'these' stupid games. What games? Thane thought with a furrowed brow. "I'm not doing anything, he called out to her, her response being that whatever it was wasn't funny. The hair on his neck began to rise as he realised that there was something actually happening near her. "Erin, ho-" He began, his words being muffled as a blacked hand clamped down onto his mouth, the fingers digging into his flesh liked daggers. Other hands burst forth from behind him, grabbing onto his limbs and torso, enveloping him in a mass of wriggling shades until he was consumed by darkness before simply vanishing from sight into his own shadow.

Blackness flooded his vision, not from his sight being obscured, but from the environment he was within. He tried to move his hand in front of his face, only to find that his hands were bound to unseen manacles hanging from either a wall or posts, keeping him stretched out like a T. "Erin?" he called out into the darkness, hearing his voice carry on indefinitely, becoming softer and softer until it faded into nothingness. "Close," a voice bounced back to him, it raspy and thick as if the speaker's mouth was filled with jam and their throat parched. Steps echoed throughout the void, each one closer and closer, louder and louder, more and more resolute than the last. It wasn't until the speaker was just before him, mere inches from his face that it was clear who it was that had captured him. "Hello, father." Thane said flatly, no hint of love within his voice. No hint of any positive emotion really.

"My boy," the voice returned, patting Thane on the cheek as if he were a puppy properly performing a trick, "So glad you remember me so fondly." The speaker, Thanatos, was now face to face with Thane, his one eye glaring brightly into Thane's two. "How've you been, boy. You seldom write me, I get worried." The god mocked grief, his breath flooding Thane's noise, the scent of sulfur and rotting meats flooding his senses. A hand grabbed onto Thane's hair, the skin like sandpaper to his scalp. "I see that you've been in control of yourself, boy. The touch has hardly spread. At this rate I worry you'll never live up to any of our expectations." Thanatos breathed in almost a whisper, his grip on Thane's hair tightening, threatening to tear the follicles from their roots. The touch of Thanatos began to burn like boiling oil on Thane's scalp, a spike of pain jolting through him as if a spike were driven directly into his skull. "You feel that, boy. That's the touch of death itself." Thanatos growled like a hound into Thane's ear, jerking Thane's head back with a sharp tug before releasing him, the hand moving to tightly grasp Thane's throat. "Believe me, boy. You'll be of use to me yet. If you were a bit less eager to disappoint me, this would be a good deal easier." The hand of Death went on, his grip never lessening as Thane began to vainly kick and sharply gasp under the god's grasp. "You'll learn soon enough what's been done, boy. Now go play with the other brats and do your best not to die. I'm in no mood for another failure." Thane last heard, consciousness drifting away as darkness clouded his mind.

Thane awoke with a sharp gasp in a new world of darkness, filled with other campers, most of which Thane wasn't overly keen on. To those around him he had emerged from a shadow, though as far as Thane was aware, he had been standing in the chasm for an indefinite time. The pain in his head had lessened now to a sharp headache, nothing akin to the intense migraine from earlier. His eyes slowly blinked and as he always did, he ran a hand through his hair as if it would clear his head. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, though if he had any guess it would be a god fucking with them, which usually meant life or death. And he had already experienced a bit of that with his own father. Thane slowly made his way over to Erin who was by a sleeping Syl. "You alright?" He weakly asked, his body already drained of energy from his father's little visit. He was still unaware to the change his father had made, his hair now white as bone, while the white of his left eye was black as night. A new blacked tendril having crawled up the back of his neck, through his hair and directly down to his eye, blighting everything it its path. Thanatos's little touch aiding in the spreading of Thane's ailment.

Connor felt something prickle at the back of his neck. Something was wrong, there was a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked down from his new half brother, no longer focused on him or whatever his answer might be. Connor spun in a slow circle surveying the area, this was how it felt during a game of capture the flag when someone was sneaking up on him, or using an ability from their godly parent to try and gain the upper hand, the only difference being that by comparison those were candle flames and this was an inferno. Then he noticed the shadows sliding through the air. "Shit."

He made a lunge for the door, pushing it open and making a dash for his bed. While running he began making a list of who would have the ability to make the shadows. It had to be a god or goddess, he would have recognized the feeling of a fellow camper, and he couldn't imagine this feeling belonging to a monster, so, Hades, of course, Erebus, but he tended not to leave his wall, maybe Persephone, she was queen of the underworld or maybe Hecate with one of her spells, a handful of other gods and goddesses that he was sure his relatives in the Athena cabin would be able to name, but he couldn't, not in a split second while running for his life. He could feel the shadows coming in close, but he had made it to his bed. He tossed the mattress off of the frame and reach for his sword, logos, knowing he would need his fathers gift. He froze when beneath his bed was a piece of paper with a laughing face. "Double shit." He muttered to himself as the shadows swallowed him.

Disoriented Connor shook his head and tried to take his bearings. With a deep breath he went through a calming routine, counting down from ten. By six he was no longer panicky, and he began to look around. Sand beneath his feet, cavernous walls of a well, a cavern surrounding him, and other Demigods in various states of disarray in the sand.

As Erin began talking Connor listened then, when she confirmed his belief that it was either a god or goddess he decided now would be a good time to stretch. He bent his back, forwards, then backwards, then forward again, then lifting his right leg, then left stretching his quads. He crouched down, then stuck out one leg forward, leaning his weight against it, then switched to the other leg, then popped back up and stretched his arms, crossing one after the other over his chest and pulling. Connor himself had never gotten a real quest, but he had heard all the stories about how they tended to go, and he figured a bit of stretching before getting started wouldn't be remiss.

"So what's out next move Erin?" Connor asked as he finished stretching. "After those three wake up of course." He was eager to get a move on.

Caien Cobb

Someone was calling out to him. It took Cai a couple of seconds to realize that as he had been staring to the little flame that had been awoken by the flick of his thumb. As he heard the words the light flickered and died and Cai looked down to stare into the face of a blond haired guy. He remembered him from the introduction. He had come in late. Another son of Hermes. His brother. Cai almost smiled. How strange to have a sibling now. He had always been alone with his mother on their travels, always the only child in the family, but now there were so many people that shared traits with him.

Only now Cai realised that the boy probably wanted a reply from him. What had he asked again? Gathering his bearings? Cai opened his mouth and started a sentence when the boy fled. Cai stared to him. Did he pause too long? Wait too long? Done something else wrong by not replying as fast as he perhapse should have? But the guy was gone and Cai couldn't get answers on any of his questions. Maybe he should go down and inside. He flickered his lighter on again and froze, his hand with fire half raised. A shadow had gathered at his feet and was climbing up his pants, trying to swallow him. Cai reered back, the lighter clicked close as he did a dangerous roll back on the roof. Adrenaline came pumping through his veins as he tried to shoot of the roof and find the safety of the inside of the cabin. The dark scared Cai, it always had. As a little boy he used to cry when the last light had disappeared, or so his mother told. Later he had always felt insecure when the darkness settled in. As if someone wasn't watching over him anymore, as if he was now truely alone.

Man eating shadows definitely didn't help to subdue the fear.

He almost made it of the roof, diving off as he was going in free fall, but the shadow catched him before that. It had already found its target and wasn't about to let that go. Within seconds the blackness had taken over and Cai's breath got stuck in his throat. He was being gobbled up by a shadow. Was this something that happened more often in this camp? If so, he really didn't want to stay too long. Like seriously.

Luckily the darkness parted, rather abruptly, and Cai found himself on his bum on a sandy ground. Automatically he searched for his lighter to ensure it was still there only to realize that he was still holding it in his hand. He pocketed it and slowy rose up, evening his breath. Seeing the other confused and dazed faces around him Cai concluded that this was not a normal occurance in the camp. And of course, as happens with every good camp, immediate discussions erupted. Faris was badmouthing Erin, Erin was snapping back. There was a skeleton, as in a real one, talking. At least no one really seemed to know what was going on, or where they were until Erin dropped the obvious bomb. Some god or goddess was playing with them. He should have expected that really, considering how many myths started with the fact that gods messed with stuff. The end up dead part, landed hard especially since Cai had no weapons what so ever and also his brother seemed to be... weaponless. This was a great start. He moved closer to his newly acquiered brother.

"Do we have any idea which god or goddess found it increadibly hilarious to drag us to a sandy pit?" He asked him, indirectly asking the rest of the group the same question.

Auguste

"Christ, mate. Lay off it will you?" Auguste practically groaned as the jersey shore knock off ran over and grabbed Syl's arm, dragging her away from him. His eyes rolled as he referred to her as Beautiful and looked around for a place to sit down, not sure he could handle being too close to this train wreck. "It's getting pathetic at this point," He sighed now as he took a seat on a nearby low lying wall, his fingers drumming his knee in impatience as he listened to the boy drone on about love spells or something. 'If that were the case then I'd be under one as well, you mong' Auguste thought as his eyes watched over the two, noticing with a small tinge of amusement that the boy was carefully eyeing him, as if he were threatened by Auguste's sheer existence. He stifled a laugh and looked away from the two, shaking his head as he did so, unable to take watching this boy anymore. It was bad and almost physically pained him to watch at this point. The fact that the boy was a brother in law of his was enough to make his stomach churn and this display certainly wasn't helping.

Auguste put a hand to his forehead his hand covering his eyes as the two talked as he patiently waited for the little travesty before him to end when Syl suddenly spoke up, mentioned that a tour would have to wait. "I'm sorry, repea-" Auguste began, the world around him collapsing into dust in an instant's notice, the breath being torn from his chest. Auguste shot straight up in his actual body, finding himself in a cavern surrounded by other demigods. "Interesting..." he mumbled, pulling himself to his feet before giving Syl a hand. A small yawn slipped from between his lips as he took in his surrounding with a grim sense of amusement. "So then, what's the game we're to play?"

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Mr D

Dionysus had a mouth full of turkey, his jaws haphazardly slapping together as bits of masticated food sprayed out, his temper particularly foul, which was unusual for him since he was forced to watch over the damned camp. There was a knock at his door which drew a heavy sigh from his stuffed face as he rotated to see who it was. If it was the brat from earlier who was looking to start a fire, he'd have to take a moment to grind her bones into dust and use it to flavor his miserable sodas. But no, it was not someone he could take out the rage born of the bland quasi-bureaucratic lifestyle subjected upon him. It was his daughter, his pride and joy, the apple of his eye, if only he could remember which one she was. Hmm, that part always was a pickle wasn't it? Susan? No, too formal. Jennifer? No, he'd of laughed at the sight of her. Adriana? We're getting closer. Well what of it, he could just refer to her as his child. That would do, right?

“Dad? Hey dad, I got those wines you were looking for.” the words grinded on him like nails against a chalkboard, the word wine alone dancing back and forth, mocking him. Perhaps she wasn't meant to be his daughter for much longer, tempting him with an apple straight from the garden of eve. No, no. Zeus still frowned upon prolicide, didn't he? Damn shame, would've solved this problem. Would've solved most of his problems, nay all of his problems. But what was one to do? There was a parental duty to be upheld and Dionysus was in the spotlight. "Ah, thank you my dear." He grinned, resisting the urge to ask her why she didn't just grab him a bottle of sand in their stead. Would've tasted the same, that's for damn sure. He massive fingers drummed upon his desk, beckoning her over, "I'll take those off your hands. You can even keep a bottle for yourself and your friends as a thanks from dear old dad." His grin faltered slightly as he resisted the urge to throw his table at the kid and scream "Shoo!" as one would a rabid cat. Perhaps she'd leave without him having to fall prey to his own madness.

Jack

Jack sighed reaching up his hand to run it through his hair. His hand touched bone and once again he sighed. Looking around at the crowd around him he saw Thain. His head instantly cocked to the side as he studied Thain's new features. At least he wasn't going to be the only strange looking one here. Though now it seemed like Thain was going to win Erin's sympathy vote. Jack was going to have to try harder in order to win her over, that was if she could even bother to look at him anymore. He was, as his hand had just reminded him, a skeleton, ironically due to Erin's father.

Jack stood in the middle of the group as Erin thought out loud. “There could be a number of Gods or Goddesses that could have sent us here to the bottom of this death game; but you can forget my father and my disgustingly sweet step-mother…” His head dipped slightly at the word of Erin's father. Jack would definitely not have been surprised if Hades had decided to play his joke one step farther and throw him into this arena of death. Looking back up at Erin, Jack saw a flash inspiration cross her eyes. “Of course. Ate… She has a grudge against dear uncle Zeusy… Not to mention her mother is Eris so she’s picked up on playing games and messing with people… I should have picked up on that sooner… I must be rusty with my mythology…”

Listening to Erin announcement on their current situation Jack couldn't help but step in. "So wait let me get this straight. A goddess," he nodded towards Erin, "Ate you said, is messing with us just for the sake of messing with us. And they expect us to what... Fight to the death?" He let out a chuckle almost nervously at the though. "I mean if they want us to do something, shouldn't they give, um... a little clue as to what?"

Looking over he watched as Arianna got up and took out a bottle of alcohol. “All we can do is fight to stay alive. Time to party.” "Oh thank the gods, you mind Arianna?" Without waiting for a reply he reached over to take a needed drink. "I've had a hell of a night." Tilting his head back so he could pour the drink into his throat, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the liquid flowing into his mouth. The sound of liquid rushing caused him to open his eyes and look down. The alcohol had flown right out of his mouth and dripped out his throat and threw his ribs. Sighing once more his head drooped in defeat. "This day literally could not get any worse." Handing the flask back to Arianna he said, "Thanks for... well just thanks. I promise I'll pay you back later, if -" He stopped himself thinking, if I ever get the chance.

Faris was huffing in annoyance when her eyes fell on a… talking skeleton? What the hell? She looked utterly freaked out and took a few steps in the direction away from whatever that freaky thing was, until Erin spoke up in response to her previous question, and Faris simply scoffed. She had no idea how all this god stuff worked. For all she had known, Erin had brought them down to her ‘father’s domain’ and was there as a sort of ring leader to make them dance their way back to the surface for her enjoyment. But whatever, maybe she was thick headed about this stuff. Better to just keep quiet then and let the others figure things out, and then escape when she had the chance. ”I’ll just kick your ass later,” she mumbled about Erin, figuring the girl might be important until they escaped where ever they were. But once her usefulness was over, she was going down. She also barely noticed Thane’s change in appearance, having thought him freaky already with his weird arm. Now his hair was white and his eyes black? Only freakier. More reason not to look.

Ah, Grandpa Connor was here. Joy. Although, his old person ways may help them here? Who knows. Do we have any idea which god or goddess found it incredibly hilarious to drag us to a sandy pit? Faris frowned, not remembering that kid, but she continued to keep quiet. After all, she only knew a few god and goddess names, and relatively nothing about them.

Faris took to sitting down, bored, as Erin prattled on various God Facts. Faris would have done well to listen and learn a thing or two. But geez this crap was boring. She sighed, drawing in the dirt a picture of herself spearing little stick figures, until Creampuff spoke up. We are the game. Except there’s no winning, only losing. We lose, we lose our lives… We survive, the next round of the game begins, until they lose interest in us. Faris smirked, secretly loving the idea. This was so not boring. She stood once more, brushing herself off as another chick she hadn’t seen before spoke up and said this wasn’t stopping until a God or Goddess noticed they were gone. Fighting and partying too eh?

”This girl… this girl I like,” Faris grinned, pointing at the girl with the flask. Whatever cabin she was in, Faris was allying with her when they got back. ”Way to waste booze, Jack,” Faris said to the stupid skeleton, not knowing that was indeed the boy’s name. He just reminded her of Jack Skellington and the nickname had slipped out.

”Okay so, let’s just survive until we’re rescued right? How hard can that really be?” she said naively, getting herself mentally pumped, one hand on her hip.