“You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.”

[foni]

WELCOME TO CAMP | Summer's getting started. It's time to greet the newbies arriving at the gate.

SPRING SNOW | We're in the thick of spring, so what caused the six inches snow to fall overnight?

SPRING CLEANING | Look, it has to be done. Time to sweep, mop, & make your cabins spic and span.

GENERAL CAMP ACTIVITIES | Picking strawberries, rock climbing, canoeing – once the snow's cleared, you can probably head to the sound for a swim as well.

WEST COASTERS | Camp is preparing for a visit from Camp Jupiter. You know how strict they can be over there, so make sure everything is spotless and orderly.

OFFERINGS | an offering to your godly parent or perhaps someone else whose help you might be needing.

BATTLEGROUNDS| Capture the flag time. Pick a side and strategize.

QUESTING | Quest at your own risk!


<*blockquote><tt><b>GODLY PARENT:</tt></b> https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/Cabins <tt><b>SUMMER CAMP/YEAR-ROUNDER:</tt></b> <tt><b>BRIEF AU DESCRIPTION:</tt></b> </*blockquote>

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Samuel

[beauxarts]

GODLY PARENT: Aphrodite
SUMMER CAMP/YEAR-ROUNDER: Summer camp
BRIEF AU DESCRIPTION: Dad's the French ambassador to the US wife passed when he was young but then along came an actual literal goddess and boom, a child. He was claimed at 8 and has been attending camp for ten years.

west coasters

I am going to lose my mind. Where are those earrings-- ah!

[ sam grins as he lifts the earrings (delicate lightning bolts with flower-shaped filigree) and hurriedly puts them on, shaking his head back and forth in the mirror so he can watch them sway back and forth. ]

Are they too much? They might be too much. Who am I kidding he probably won't even notice.

[ someone lets out a little giggle behind him and sam turns to cast them a baleful (useless) glare before he looks back to the mirror again. the makeup touches are flawless (of course), the accessories on point but not too much (he hopes), and-- oh, one more thing. sam passes a hand through his hair, the color changing from black to blonde and he smiles, giving himself a thumbs up.

sam heads outside to join the other campers to greet their west coast counterparts. there was excitement in the air, sure, most of it coming from the ares campers who were looking forward to the war games, but sam was excited for a different reason altogether.

he was coming back. it's been an entire year since he saw him last. and, y'know, he's excited to see wren again, too. an unlikely friendship, theirs, but he enjoys the young woman's company even if their interests and hobbies scarcely intersect.

sam lifts a manicured hand and grips his neighbor's arm in anticipation, the poor guy just sucking in a hissing breath but not fighting against it. there'd be no point. ]

[semiviva]

( no one likes the fifth cohort.

lincoln's entire godly discovery had been a chaotic scene, between putting his family in danger and realizing that his mom, having been separated from their dad for a few years before slowly reconciling, had a whirlwind romance, not with Just Some Guy but a freaking god. freaking jupiter. on top of everything, he had gone through the trials of entering camp jupiter only to be placed in the least-liked section of it.

it's not something a starting lacrosse player is accustomed to.

but even so, lincoln earnestly does his best in everything. they might not be first-string romans, but they did just win a competition that allowed his cohort to participate in the two-week-long exchange program with the greeks. and, well, he can't complain about that, willing to admit his excitement on the journey across the country.

wren's buzzing at his side, her light protective armor clanking about as she bounds next to him, the two of them leading the charge. sometimes he doubts her mars heritage given how excited she is to meet new camp halfblood boys.

there's a bit too much pomp and circumstance for his taste when they're welcomed by the staff and campers, with wren instantly nabbing a bowl of fresh strawberries. most of it's a blur to him and he's all too relieved when it's over and they're allowed to socialize. he remembers a few folks from the last time they had to fight side by side, not the best with names but better with faces.

he takes a small strawberry lemonade and waves at whoever he can see. )

[mussed]

GODLY PARENT: Hecate
SUMMER CAMP/YEAR-ROUNDER: Year-rounder
BRIEF AU DESCRIPTION: Ollie did not have a chance to know his birth father, who had passed from a genetic disease before he was born. In a rare moment of sensitivity, Hecate had delivered Ollie to the camp herself where he was to be raised and educated locally. She is otherwise a distant mother, though Ollie takes comfort in rune work and magic as a way to feel close to her in spite of their complicated relationship. Ollie as a child had initially been distant from other campers especially after Hecate had sided with the Titans during the second war, but since he had moved into their new cabin, he is a little more at ease with everyone. His abilities, among the standard demigod abilities, include control of the Mist, summoning objects through magic, creating Misforms, magic through incantatiosn and rune work, and the rare ability to communicate with the dead. (He has overlap with Hades children but cannot summon the dead or raise an army of them ... thank goodness.)

​​(​ it's an unusually cold july morning. ollie is shivering when he rolls out of bed, a bottom bunk that barely can contain his lanky body. over the years, he has seen the more half-siblings slowly populate his cabin, surprised to be claimed. it is a comfort to him, especially since they have made their unwieldy quarters their home.

the stone usually keeps them cool but he finds himself tugging his blanket tight around his broad shoulders. lou ellen is stil asleep, he notes, as he makes his way to the fireplace uttering a few words to bring it to life with some flames.

much better.

with a small frown and a terrible bedhead, he pushes open a window only to gasp at the sight before him.

snow!

without a second thought, he slides into his sneakers and runs out into the center of camp where several other early risers have emerged, complaining and rubbing their bare shoulders. one sly comment reaches his ears and he sputters quietly, ​) This wasn't our fault!

​​(​ and a little louder: ​) We were all asleep when it happened.

[butsoft]

[ why is he cold.

kinam roll over onto his side and blearily squints at the calendar on the wall next to his bed, double-checking that it is, in fact, the middle of july. there is literally no reason he should be cold right now.

he grumbles and rolls the other direction to get out of bed, moving to his trunk to unearth a long coat that he shrugs on before padding over to the window to peer outside and--

what.

what?

well, he's awake now!

kinam gets dressed in a hurry, a grin on his face as he tugs on a pair of gloves before running outside. there's not a lot of snow back home, so maybe he's a bit excited about seeing it here at camp. he's in the middle of working on a small army of snowmen outside of the apollo cabin when he hears the grumblings and finger-pointing. he stands up, mouth opening to come to the hecate's cabin's defense because how dare anyone try to put the blame on the love of his life (whose name he finally learned at the start of camp this year, he's so proud of himself) when said love of his life does it himself.

he's so cool.

kinam pulls himself upright, squaring his shoulders as he waves a few of the younger grumbling campers on. ]

He's right, you know. So just enjoy it! It'll probably all be gone by tomorrow, anyway, and then we can all go back to sweating our a-- I mean.

[ he glances skyward with nervous fingerguns. ]

--Enjoying Apollo's gift.

[mussed]

( he doesn't really expect anyone to stick up for him, not as someone who prefers to keep to himself most of the time. what little tension there was has been broken and a few campers begin to scatter to look after the animals and rush to protect the strawberries and other plants that might be shivering too much from the cold.

quietly, he asks a few of his half-siblings to help him get some firewood in the center pit so he can at least make amends by providing some warmth to the entire camp. there's some wood on the side of their cabin that they can part with for now and he knows that some of the stronger campers will surely busy themselves with more chopping later on ...

before he peels away from the crowd, he finds the pretty boy who had defended him and offers a nod and a small, shy smile of thanks.

breakfast soon. that should lift some spirits. )

bren.

[instafamous]

GODLY PARENT:Legacy camper, child of a daughter of Haephestus because I decided CHB accepts legacies too
SUMMER CAMP/YEAR-ROUNDER: Summer camper
BRIEF AU DESCRIPTION: Bren and his two sisters all are or have been campers at CHB and have muted powers. Chaemi, the youngest, specializes in repairs, while the eldest, Astrid, favors upcycling objects. Bren is the inventor of the family, enjoying making little devices. His connection to machinery is a fuzzy one, but he always treats them well. He has been going to camp, like his siblings, since he was 12, and continues to watch over his little sister while their eldest has aged out of the program.

( he often has to work twice as hard as the others in their cabin, but that has never stopped bren from doing his best. equipped with an active imagination and more energy than most people can tolerate, he spends his days working in the shop, breathing new life into bits of metal. ( and maybe fussing over chaemi a little until she tells him to leave her alone because she's got this, thanks. )

their current cabin project is to repair a set of service automatons to make their lives a little easier in the workshop, able to bring them tools and hold nuts and bolts and, if bren has anything to say about it, bring them fresh strawberry lemonade. his secret side project is well, a secret, but he is in his corner, tinkering away at the last touches before leaning back with a satisfied smile on his face. painstakingly, he takes a cloth and cleans over the smooth bronze metal, poking into any crevices to remove grease or other bits so the present is presentable. he's so busy cleaning, in fact, that he forgets to clean the grease off his cheeks before his sister and a few of their half-siblings are summoned to strawberry-picking duties.

hastily, bren slides the gift into a small black pouch and pockets it in his overalls before running out of the cabin, goggles still pushed over his forehead. )

Hey! Are you on strawberry duty too?