“I’ll write it down, so that these moments will last!”
—“Write it Down,” Derivakat
Runo, daughter of Mnemosyne, is a mystery to Camp Half Blood. Formally referred to as “The Archivist,” Runo is known for their eccentric nature and her ever growing library of handwritten accounts and records held within her cabin. Where she manages to get well documented sources? It is unknown.
What many don’t know? This little archivist in training is also a time traveler, her life forever linked to a— ▪️▪️wa▪️▪️ [Error]
Looking for answers? Want a ten year diagnostic of lava wall related casualties? Come down to Mnemosyne cabin, where even memory races against time itself.
“Y’know, a lot of our problems could be easily solved if we all had guns.” “That’s a terrible idea, Ruu.”
Basics
→Age; 16
→Appearance; shoulder length blond hair with lavender tips, light purple eyes that border on silver, face always decked out in sparkly star pimple patches that don’t always cover her acne (she intentionally wears them out)
→Clothing; Very bright. Her personal style is very girly, very cutesies!! think a mix of gyaru and scene with a huge emphasis on purple. Always has a pair of goggles on her head for some reason, as well as leg warmers
→legacy of Hermes
→Has amnesia
→Fatal Flaw; Ambition and Impostor Syndrome
→Ambition—Runo often gets lost in her work and her “lifelong mission” as she claims. This is evident in her restless nature and her habit of leaving camp once something catches her attention. What her mission is? No one knows.
→Impostor Syndrome—This comes in further down the line as more of their lore gets revealed. Runo is not what she believes.
→Main weapon; twin pistols
“—‘Cause I have to leave them all behind and then repeat.”
—“Turn Back Time,” Derivakat
Additional
→She is often seen writing in a journal that never seems to run out of pages, with a pen that never seems to run out of ink (gifted from her grandpa)
→Other times, they are seen talking quietly into a portable cassette player
→Runo is not her actual name
→Her last name is unknown
→Just popped into camp one random day. No one knows how she got here. Despite this, Chiron does act familiar, though exasperated, with them.
→Mr. D often threatens to strap them down to a chair for the next millennia (whether it’s out of concern or annoyance, no one knows)
→Is very scatterbrained and easily distracted. Will go on and on if no one keeps her on track
→Is very hard to track down as she often goes on trips outside of camp. If she doesn’t want to be found, you wont find her.
→As the child of memory, Ruu is capable of projecting memories to others. When she does this, she basically functions as a projector; her eyes illuminating and functioning as the light as it projects scenes into the space in front of her
→When in this state, they’re at their most vulnerable because all of their focus is put onto the memory. Their body is relaxed, and mind ignorant to their surroundings
→Drawbacks for this contain overheating to her eyes (yikes) which often leads her vision temporarily impaired, fever, headaches
→Another ability of theirs is psychometry. She’s able to see memories of people or objects they touch. Due to this, she wears gloves since this can’t be turned off.
→Because of this, her fingertips are permanently stained blue. When they use this ability, they leave a blue residue
→Absolutely hates mirrors to the point they banned it from their cabin. If there’s a big mirror in the room, they usually just cover it with a blanket
→Nicknames: Ruru, ruu, ono
“I dug my heels into the gravel as evidence, for you to unravel. A dragpath etched in the surface.. Can you find me?”
—“Dragpath,” twenty one pilots
tags!
#Memory’s Little Archivist— ic posting!
#Tell My Story—lore
#Can You Find Me?—angst
#Write It Down!—answering asks/questions
#Retrieval of the Memory—ooc posting
“I come from another lifetime to carry these worlds in my mind.”
—“Tell Your Story (Extended),” Derivakat
☆ Rules: don’t be gross, ships are cool as long as the character dynamics work!
☆ Disclaimer that info here is always subject to change as I further develop Runo’s character! Info may be added
“For human, grossly under qualified. For canine, grossly over qualified.”
—“Impostor Syndrome,” Sidney Gish
ooc stuff!
☆ hihiii!! back with another oc, yipppeeee!!
☆ im vela (she/they), and my main is @dancingcapybaras
☆ my other oc blog: @liliums-valley
☆ inspo for runo: c!karl jacob’s and c!ranboo from dsmp, string theory (by valley.exe), the dragpath trend, vaelith miroir (on tt)
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
“Impressive.” Vienna hummed, fidgeting with one of her rings — A silver scorpion rested on the band, seemingly ready to strike.
“Why is it a safety hazard? Cursed? like the fingers you mentioned?” Or the attic— Which was strictly off limits to campers.
Vienna had once known knew every hidden passage and every quiet corner on the Andromeda. She knew which doors were locked, which ones only looked locked, and which hallways the younger recruits avoided because they were convinced the ship was haunted.
She was quiet as she followed Runo through the shelves. Uncomfortably quiet.
Sometimes others would turn around and find Vienna standing behind them.No footsteps or warning. Just black hair, pale green eyes, and a small knife turning lazily between her fingers.
“How long have you been there?” someone would ask.
Vienna would shrug. “Long enough.”
“If…the titan army is your second biggest section, what’s the first?”
“Yeah, a lot of the stuff downstairs is ‘cursed.’ And I say it like that ‘cause not all of them cause life changing damage. A lot of them just tend to, like, freak people out?”
She scanned the shelves as they continued, running a hand over the book spines.
“As for our biggest section? It’s WWII. You’d be surprised with the amount of stuff I found under the floorboards in the older cabins. Especially the big three.”
They spilled easily, casually dropping the fact she invaded and defaced cabin floors. This girl was a little too honest. Reckless, even.
“Ah, i see.” Vienna replied, still fidgeting with her ring. Runo had…been in the big three cabins — and did through the floorboards. Cool.
“I don’t think…any of them. Would appreciate that.” She warned, the words tainted with distaste.
Something told Runo Vienna wasn’t…the biggest fan of the big three or any gods for that matter. She wants disrespectful, but she certainly didn’t like them.
Runo glanced back at her briefly, shrugging. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.. probably.”
She stopped walking, scanning the shelves.
“What you want is here. You’re open to check anything. Uh, just a little warning though. Since this is an archive, there’s no, like, censorship? There’s a lot of pictures here, and it’s graphic. And since you’re asking about people, especially from the titan army, there’s a lot of those in this section since there’s a handful of them that I haven’t been able to identify yet.”
They reached up, pulling out a yellow hardback journal, its spine written in black marker: “Records of Deceased, BOM”
Vienna grimaced at the book, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I can help.” The words escaped her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.
“Identify the…bodies. I mean.” Great. Now she had to explain her whole…shtick.
“I was uhm. In the titan army. So…uh. It’s a long story i’m just trying to price some things together.” Normally, Vienna would except distaste, or judgment or anger, but with Runo she wasn’t sure what to expect.
Runo didn’t even look away from the shelf she was searching, holding out the book to Vienna.
No twitch in expression, no tensing of the muscles, no threats, nothing to indicate any strong opinions.
“I’m not gonna judge you for that, if that’s something you’re worried about. To be completely honest, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, crouching down to look through one of the boxes by their feet instead.
“I mean, I care a little? But only ‘cause you’re able to name some of these people. Other than that, I don’t really care that much.”
You are a terrible, cruel person Vienna Channing. You knew what they were doing. You were old enough to know better.
Runo’s relaxed response was a relief to Vienna. She had excepted it, but it was welcome nonetheless.
“Great…cool. Uh—“ She peered over Runo’s shoulder, into the box. “Keyword is try. I dunno if i’ll be able to identify everyone…depends on how…bad their injury’s were.”
“That’s fine too. Even just a vague idea on who you think they were is useful. Whatever information you think is trivial, like how one of them liked their steak cooked or something, is valuable too.”
They took a few books out to look at the ones below it.
“I’ll just tab it and move on. I’m kinda regretting not taking blood samples, but at the same time, I dunno how useful that would’ve been with demigod DNA.”
"I'll...look through some of these. Try to fill in any gaps i can." She nodded, still watching Runo.
"There was a boy-" She spoke abruptly, pushing her hair from her face. "Roarke Thorne. A son of Nike, I think...he wound up in Pennsylvania of all places. Rouge demigod now, i guess. If...that helps. at all."
"But...anything you have. On anyone. I'd love to see."
“You’re open to look at anything that you think will be helpful,” they pulled out another yellow journal, its spine reading, “Strategy of War, vol 2, TA”
“This one mentions a few people and what they did. The drafted roster is on the last few pages. Again, it might not be completely accurate, so you’re free to correct anything.”
They held the two books out to Vienna. “Uh, with tabs, preferably. I think I have some on me..”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
“Impressive.” Vienna hummed, fidgeting with one of her rings — A silver scorpion rested on the band, seemingly ready to strike.
“Why is it a safety hazard? Cursed? like the fingers you mentioned?” Or the attic— Which was strictly off limits to campers.
Vienna had once known knew every hidden passage and every quiet corner on the Andromeda. She knew which doors were locked, which ones only looked locked, and which hallways the younger recruits avoided because they were convinced the ship was haunted.
She was quiet as she followed Runo through the shelves. Uncomfortably quiet.
Sometimes others would turn around and find Vienna standing behind them.No footsteps or warning. Just black hair, pale green eyes, and a small knife turning lazily between her fingers.
“How long have you been there?” someone would ask.
Vienna would shrug. “Long enough.”
“If…the titan army is your second biggest section, what’s the first?”
“Yeah, a lot of the stuff downstairs is ‘cursed.’ And I say it like that ‘cause not all of them cause life changing damage. A lot of them just tend to, like, freak people out?”
She scanned the shelves as they continued, running a hand over the book spines.
“As for our biggest section? It’s WWII. You’d be surprised with the amount of stuff I found under the floorboards in the older cabins. Especially the big three.”
They spilled easily, casually dropping the fact she invaded and defaced cabin floors. This girl was a little too honest. Reckless, even.
“Ah, i see.” Vienna replied, still fidgeting with her ring. Runo had…been in the big three cabins — and did through the floorboards. Cool.
“I don’t think…any of them. Would appreciate that.” She warned, the words tainted with distaste.
Something told Runo Vienna wasn’t…the biggest fan of the big three or any gods for that matter. She wants disrespectful, but she certainly didn’t like them.
Runo glanced back at her briefly, shrugging. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.. probably.”
She stopped walking, scanning the shelves.
“What you want is here. You’re open to check anything. Uh, just a little warning though. Since this is an archive, there’s no, like, censorship? There’s a lot of pictures here, and it’s graphic. And since you’re asking about people, especially from the titan army, there’s a lot of those in this section since there’s a handful of them that I haven’t been able to identify yet.”
They reached up, pulling out a yellow hardback journal, its spine written in black marker: “Records of Deceased, BOM”
Vienna grimaced at the book, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I can help.” The words escaped her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.
“Identify the…bodies. I mean.” Great. Now she had to explain her whole…shtick.
“I was uhm. In the titan army. So…uh. It’s a long story i’m just trying to price some things together.” Normally, Vienna would except distaste, or judgment or anger, but with Runo she wasn’t sure what to expect.
Runo didn’t even look away from the shelf she was searching, holding out the book to Vienna.
No twitch in expression, no tensing of the muscles, no threats, nothing to indicate any strong opinions.
“I’m not gonna judge you for that, if that’s something you’re worried about. To be completely honest, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, crouching down to look through one of the boxes by their feet instead.
“I mean, I care a little? But only ‘cause you’re able to name some of these people. Other than that, I don’t really care that much.”
You are a terrible, cruel person Vienna Channing. You knew what they were doing. You were old enough to know better.
Runo’s relaxed response was a relief to Vienna. She had excepted it, but it was welcome nonetheless.
“Great…cool. Uh—“ She peered over Runo’s shoulder, into the box. “Keyword is try. I dunno if i’ll be able to identify everyone…depends on how…bad their injury’s were.”
“That’s fine too. Even just a vague idea on who you think they were is useful. Whatever information you think is trivial, like how one of them liked their steak cooked or something, is valuable too.”
They took a few books out to look at the ones below it.
“I’ll just tab it and move on. I’m kinda regretting not taking blood samples, but at the same time, I dunno how useful that would’ve been with demigod DNA.”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
“Impressive.” Vienna hummed, fidgeting with one of her rings — A silver scorpion rested on the band, seemingly ready to strike.
“Why is it a safety hazard? Cursed? like the fingers you mentioned?” Or the attic— Which was strictly off limits to campers.
Vienna had once known knew every hidden passage and every quiet corner on the Andromeda. She knew which doors were locked, which ones only looked locked, and which hallways the younger recruits avoided because they were convinced the ship was haunted.
She was quiet as she followed Runo through the shelves. Uncomfortably quiet.
Sometimes others would turn around and find Vienna standing behind them.No footsteps or warning. Just black hair, pale green eyes, and a small knife turning lazily between her fingers.
“How long have you been there?” someone would ask.
Vienna would shrug. “Long enough.”
“If…the titan army is your second biggest section, what’s the first?”
“Yeah, a lot of the stuff downstairs is ‘cursed.’ And I say it like that ‘cause not all of them cause life changing damage. A lot of them just tend to, like, freak people out?”
She scanned the shelves as they continued, running a hand over the book spines.
“As for our biggest section? It’s WWII. You’d be surprised with the amount of stuff I found under the floorboards in the older cabins. Especially the big three.”
They spilled easily, casually dropping the fact she invaded and defaced cabin floors. This girl was a little too honest. Reckless, even.
“Ah, i see.” Vienna replied, still fidgeting with her ring. Runo had…been in the big three cabins — and did through the floorboards. Cool.
“I don’t think…any of them. Would appreciate that.” She warned, the words tainted with distaste.
Something told Runo Vienna wasn’t…the biggest fan of the big three or any gods for that matter. She wants disrespectful, but she certainly didn’t like them.
Runo glanced back at her briefly, shrugging. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.. probably.”
She stopped walking, scanning the shelves.
“What you want is here. You’re open to check anything. Uh, just a little warning though. Since this is an archive, there’s no, like, censorship? There’s a lot of pictures here, and it’s graphic. And since you’re asking about people, especially from the titan army, there’s a lot of those in this section since there’s a handful of them that I haven’t been able to identify yet.”
They reached up, pulling out a yellow hardback journal, its spine written in black marker: “Records of Deceased, BOM”
Vienna grimaced at the book, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I can help.” The words escaped her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.
“Identify the…bodies. I mean.” Great. Now she had to explain her whole…shtick.
“I was uhm. In the titan army. So…uh. It’s a long story i’m just trying to price some things together.” Normally, Vienna would except distaste, or judgment or anger, but with Runo she wasn’t sure what to expect.
Runo didn’t even look away from the shelf she was searching, holding out the book to Vienna.
No twitch in expression, no tensing of the muscles, no threats, nothing to indicate any strong opinions.
“I’m not gonna judge you for that, if that’s something you’re worried about. To be completely honest, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, crouching down to look through one of the boxes by their feet instead.
“I mean, I care a little? But only ‘cause you’re able to name some of these people. Other than that, I don’t really care that much.”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
“Impressive.” Vienna hummed, fidgeting with one of her rings — A silver scorpion rested on the band, seemingly ready to strike.
“Why is it a safety hazard? Cursed? like the fingers you mentioned?” Or the attic— Which was strictly off limits to campers.
Vienna had once known knew every hidden passage and every quiet corner on the Andromeda. She knew which doors were locked, which ones only looked locked, and which hallways the younger recruits avoided because they were convinced the ship was haunted.
She was quiet as she followed Runo through the shelves. Uncomfortably quiet.
Sometimes others would turn around and find Vienna standing behind them.No footsteps or warning. Just black hair, pale green eyes, and a small knife turning lazily between her fingers.
“How long have you been there?” someone would ask.
Vienna would shrug. “Long enough.”
“If…the titan army is your second biggest section, what’s the first?”
“Yeah, a lot of the stuff downstairs is ‘cursed.’ And I say it like that ‘cause not all of them cause life changing damage. A lot of them just tend to, like, freak people out?”
She scanned the shelves as they continued, running a hand over the book spines.
“As for our biggest section? It’s WWII. You’d be surprised with the amount of stuff I found under the floorboards in the older cabins. Especially the big three.”
They spilled easily, casually dropping the fact she invaded and defaced cabin floors. This girl was a little too honest. Reckless, even.
“Ah, i see.” Vienna replied, still fidgeting with her ring. Runo had…been in the big three cabins — and did through the floorboards. Cool.
“I don’t think…any of them. Would appreciate that.” She warned, the words tainted with distaste.
Something told Runo Vienna wasn’t…the biggest fan of the big three or any gods for that matter. She wants disrespectful, but she certainly didn’t like them.
Runo glanced back at her briefly, shrugging. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.. probably.”
She stopped walking, scanning the shelves.
“What you want is here. You’re open to check anything. Uh, just a little warning though. Since this is an archive, there’s no, like, censorship? There’s a lot of pictures here, and it’s graphic. And since you’re asking about people, especially from the titan army, there’s a lot of those in this section since there’s a handful of them that I haven’t been able to identify yet.”
They reached up, pulling out a yellow hardback journal, its spine written in black marker: “Records of Deceased, BOM”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
“Impressive.” Vienna hummed, fidgeting with one of her rings — A silver scorpion rested on the band, seemingly ready to strike.
“Why is it a safety hazard? Cursed? like the fingers you mentioned?” Or the attic— Which was strictly off limits to campers.
Vienna had once known knew every hidden passage and every quiet corner on the Andromeda. She knew which doors were locked, which ones only looked locked, and which hallways the younger recruits avoided because they were convinced the ship was haunted.
She was quiet as she followed Runo through the shelves. Uncomfortably quiet.
Sometimes others would turn around and find Vienna standing behind them.No footsteps or warning. Just black hair, pale green eyes, and a small knife turning lazily between her fingers.
“How long have you been there?” someone would ask.
Vienna would shrug. “Long enough.”
“If…the titan army is your second biggest section, what’s the first?”
“Yeah, a lot of the stuff downstairs is ‘cursed.’ And I say it like that ‘cause not all of them cause life changing damage. A lot of them just tend to, like, freak people out?”
She scanned the shelves as they continued, running a hand over the book spines.
“As for our biggest section? It’s WWII. You’d be surprised with the amount of stuff I found under the floorboards in the older cabins. Especially the big three.”
They spilled easily, casually dropping the fact she invaded and defaced cabin floors. This girl was a little too honest. Reckless, even.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
“Mostly! I don’t remember exactly how I got all of them, but most of them are mine,” she nodded.
Towards the back of the cabin, there were a few shelf aisles, which Runo steered towards the one on the far right.
“I have more stuff in the basement. It’s mostly artifacts, but Chiron was like “It’s a safety hazard!!” Sooo it’s off limits right now ‘til I figure something out.”
She shoved a box to the side with her foot as she walked through.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
Oh. The Titan Army was a touchy subject to most people at camp.
Their anger toward the gods had made sense to many demigods — the gods were neglectful, distant, and often cruel — but the Army’s actions had hurt countless people. It was difficult to separate the cause from the damage it left behind
Vienna knew Kronos was to blame.
“Whatever you have on the people who were in it.”
Vienna knew she would be in these books and journals. She had been a frightened 14 year old who had been taken in by this odd group of ragtag kids.
The titan army had taught her everything she had known about the gods.
Vienna blinked as the stack of papers toppled over. She don’t care for how this girl liked to organize , she needed answers. Now.
And her bitterness had turned to hatred awfully quick.
“Ohhh, that? Yeah sure! It’s like, the second biggest section we have here?” they hummed to themselves, oblivious to the tension.
“I think I drafted out a roster with the ranks and stuff awhile back? It might not be completely accurate though. There’s still others I don’t have the names of yet.”
She moved around the desk, gesturing Vienna to follow as they walked further into the cabin.
“Name’s Runo by the way! You can call me Ruu, or Ono too. Dunno where the Ono came from though. It’s been awhile,” they shrugged, stepping over a pile of tapes as she walked.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
“What? No.” Vienna wrinkled her nose, though she was curious about the cursed jar of fingers and screaming head. She made a note to ask about that later.
Vienna looked less like someone you should approach and more like a cursed item you should be careful not to disturb. Looks can be deceiving because above that, she seemed…curious.
“Chiron didn’t send me. I need information and i heard that maybe…” She paused, as if it was hard to get these nexts word out
“Oh, yeah, sure! I can help. You say you needed info on something? Everything’s like, really messy right now? So it might take a bit to find what you need, sorry about that.“ she sent a sheepish smile.
“I’m doing a lot of reorganization here. I freaking hate the dewy decimal system, who the hell thought that was a good idea?–“
They rambled, stretching out their arms as they stood up, not paying any mind when the chair they were on tipped over into a pile of papers behind them.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
The cabin of Mnemosyne was beautiful — Vienna would admit that much.
She hadn’t visited the small modular cabin before, but after weeks of searching for answers about…her old chosen family. She made the very brave and tough decision to ask for help.
“Beautiful…” She murmured to herself, tracing a finger along a bookshelf before turning too…
A girl? Who was seemingly fast asleep. Great.
Vienna cleaned her throat, squinting at the sleeping figure. “Uh— Hello?”
The reaction was delayed, taking an awkward five minutes for the girl to immediately shoot up, their knees banging against the desk loudly.
“Wha–?” She glanced up as she moved to wipe away the drool on her face.
It seemed the sight of Vienna sobered her up, because she instantly sat up straight.
“Oh, hi! Did Chiron send you? If he did, can you tell him to not take away dessert privileges again? I didn’t mean to leave that jar of fingers in his office! In my defense, they were apparently cursed, which is way more cool than that screaming head from last time—“ Uhm, okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. Maybe it’s best to not ask.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
“I don’t get anything outta telling people your business. Besides that’s like, a breach of privacy. Too much paperwork, too much drama,” she shrugged casually.
“As for judging you, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, probably the first time they sounded serious this whole conversation.
“What you’ve been through isn’t my business. You came here for answers, not judgment. So whatever we see today is between you, me, and my daily logs.”
"That's a through collection. Must be hard to find specific information in them, though." Viola says, lookingat the journals. She's impressed. Nit that she'll admit she's impressed.
“Haha, yeah. That’s why everything’s a mess at the moment, more than usual. I’m trying to reorganize stuff properly and transfer it onto voice recording to make it easier.” She paused.
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
“I don’t get anything outta telling people your business. Besides that’s like, a breach of privacy. Too much paperwork, too much drama,” she shrugged casually.
“As for judging you, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, probably the first time they sounded serious this whole conversation.
“What you’ve been through isn’t my business. You came here for answers, not judgment. So whatever we see today is between you, me, and my daily logs.”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
“I don’t get anything outta telling people your business. Besides that’s like, a breach of privacy. Too much paperwork, too much drama,” she shrugged casually.
“As for judging you, I don’t really care,” they stated bluntly, probably the first time they sounded serious this whole conversation.
“What you’ve been through isn’t my business. You came here for answers, not judgment. So whatever we see today is between you, me, and my daily logs.”
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
A visit to Mnemosyne Cabin leaves you with more questions than answers
open starter!
Being in a camp full of hyperactive demigod children had its perks.
For one, it meant peak entertainment. Seeing kids duke it out over capture the flag was nothing cinema could ever give you.
Another perk? The people.
Camp Half Blood was diverse in its people and resources. And that was what you were after today. Resources.
You were hit with a dilemma. Something that’s been plaguing your mind and wouldn’t go away. You needed answers.
So when asked, you were directed to Mnemosyne Cabin, the cabin dedicated to the goddess of memory and remembrance.
Apparently, the cabin had a whole archive of information that could make an Athena kid swoon. If you wanted to find something, there was probably information there.
As you walk inside the cabin, you were hit with the smell of paper and.. ink?
The floors and walls were decorated in journals all varying in size and quality placed among shelves that looked on the verge of collapsing.
Alongside that, scattered boxes and pieces of cassette tapes littered the cabin that led to an even bigger pile next to a rather messy desk strewn with papers and notebooks.
And on that desk? Lay a slumped figure of blond and purple hair, hunched uncomfortably as they slept.. and drooled. Ew.
And just like that, the girl shot up, slamming her knee against the desk with a loud thud!
The blonde straightened up, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at the other, goggles askew, hair a mess.
“Oh, hi! If Chiron sent you, tell him I didn’t do it, the pegasi just came in like that. And yes, it is possible for pegasi to come in glittery pink. Not because I accidentally set off a glitter bomb in the stables, I—“ she rambled,
which, okay, how does someone who just woke up have that much energy first thing?
"Viola. And thanks, I guess. I like your hair." She's nervous now. Her request seemed like a good idea, but she's not so sure. "Do you think you could help me remember my father?"
“Hmmm.. your father, you say?” they stretched their arms out as they moved away from the desk.
“Do you have amnesia? If you do, twinsies! But also, like, the process may give migraines and stuff, just to warn you. Unless we’re talking about infantile amnesia which is more tricky.. When was the last time you saw him? An estimate is fine too.”
"I believe I was two. Or three." Viola murmurs, trying to think back. "I cannot remember. I grew up in foster care. And my mother is refusing to tell me. And I am presumed dead by authorities so I cannot legally obtain this information."
Runo hummed in understanding, nodding along. “Ah, yes. Classic demigod shenanigans, I presume? That’s fine.”
They adjusted their goggles on their head. “Well, you got anything from him? Did he leave anything for you? You have anything that’s been with you for a long time, maybe since birth?
“Understandable. Hmm..” Runo walked further into the cabin, clamoring over the piles on the floor.
“Looking through the memories of objects are more simple than invading and picking at your brain for a few hours. But that’s, like, really uncomfortable for a lot of people apparently?”
She gestured for Viola to follow.
“Worry not though! There’s a less invasive way of looking through your memories! Kinda.”
“Haha, yeah. Sorry about that.” She went over to a crate, shoving off the stack of books piled on top of it.
“I only say kinda ‘cause your memories are still on display. But at the very least, you’re the one in control of looking through them instead of me, like, poking around.”
She pointed at the closet tucked away in the corner of the room as she started rummaging through the crate.
“Can you open that? There’s a tub in there. Be careful opening it though, it might fall on you.”
“It’s round, metal, the kinda thing you’d see farmers probably bathing their babies in or something?” Runo pulled out a.. huge wine bottle with glowing blue liquid?
“We’re gonna use the tub to look through your memories. I would prefer using something smaller, like a cauldron, but I have yet to ask the Hecate kids for one, so that’ll have to do for now.”
“I know right?” she grinned, using her shoe to shove a few boxes to make room for the tub.
“It’s very pretty to look at. As for why it glows, the only explanation I can come up with is that it’s probably from one of Mama’s memory pools.”
She started to shake the bottle. “You’re gonna have to drink a little bit. Don’t worry though! It kinda tastes like berry juice that’s also, like, really sour?“
“Just a little warning? Your head is gonna feel a bit tingly after a few seconds before your whole body feels numb, kinda like when an arm falls asleep. It’s normal and will go away in an hour or two after we’re done.”
She shook the bottle one more time before uncorking it.
She poured the glowing liquid into the tub until it met the halfway mark
