Oscar awoke in his cabin, the sun streaming in through the windows.He lazily rubbed an eye and wiped his face with a warm strong hand, in an attempt to wake himself up, he sat on the edge of his bed, his half-open eyes scanning the room,he saw nothing out of the ordinary suddenly a high pitched, almost whistling shriek filled the air of the somewhat messy cabin, Oscar covered his ears and looked at the source of the noise "WHAT DO YOU WANT, LUCKY?" the bird just stared at Oscar, his piercing eyes staring almost through him. "Oh I know what you want" Oscar said as he blinked himself awake a few times, gods he had trouble waking up, never trouble sleeping, but waking up was a problem. As he moved to the window, he could feel the birds stare on him get more intense, Oscar unlatched one of the larger windows, the only one that would fit Lucky's large wingspan, and stepped back as he more felt than saw the flash of red feathers jet through the window out into the open air. "Yah get outta here you spaz" Oscar said tenderly as he went to go clean himself up.

After a shower and dawning his clothes, Oscar walked out of his mothers Cabin, as he stood in the doorway he looked out over the camp and smiled, another day, another adventure, that was almost how one had to look at it here at Camp Half-blood, otherwise one began to become resentful, and resentment never lead to anything constructive, or so Oscars dad, and Yoda, had told him. Looking over at the new campers Oscar saw one of the Hades girls, Erin, he thought her name was, leading a group of what was clearly new campers around, giving her the tour, knowing that there was no way she would have volunteered for that, he figured she must have been forced into it as a punishment. 

Oscar sat down, underneath the shade of rather large tree, and began to munch on an apple he found in his pocket, enjoying the day, but not feeling like wasting such a great day on climbing ropes or practicing archery with Chiron. Hopefully he would find someone to spar with later, but for now he was quite content in watching the action from underneath his shady tree, an apple in his hand, and his trusty bird winging overhead.