#ygstarters

[lucorvus-blog]

lucas let his laugh die out, turning away from the festivities leaning forward with his lips pressed together. ‘oh, shit.’ he said, wiping his sweating forehead with the back of his hand. ‘i think. that is, it’s possible, that maybe...’ he swallowed. ‘i’m gonna puke. let’s go outside.’ he started moving quickly away, towards the exit. 

[lucorvus-blog]

Lucas was in a pretty good mood. It was the first day in weeks he hadn’t been woken by a handful of agitated birds clawing at his cabin window, to start. Not to mention the fact that he had no chores or activities planned until midday. And of course the weather helped- a bright blue sky, evened out by some wispy clouds veiling the sunshine. Lucas was content as he strolled out of the cabin circle, towards the beach. Lucas figured he should have known better than to assume he’d actually get a break. He sighed as he felt someone tap his shoulder incessantly. 

He turned around and gave his most withering, ‘What is it?’ To the camper in front of him.

[untxmedocexns-blog]

Dresses weren't her thing. People weren't her thing. Socialising wasn't her thing. 

That was why the blonde had been stuck to a corner ever since she arrived, blue eyes scanning the other campers while she wondered why she'd allowed her sister to talk her in to this. Admittedly she felt better with the mask on, since without it people would be curious as to why they'd never seen her around camp. Although even with it she received a few curious glances. she took a sip from her cup and tried not to fidget awkwardly.

[eliasdaughterofnike-blog]

Elias had found herself on the sidelines of the dance floor, just talking. The brunette usually wasn't one for these kind of events. But here she was, dressed up fancy and feeling uncomfortable in the newly bought dress she was wearing. “I seriously thought prom and graduation were going to be the last time that I wore a fancy dress. But I guess not.” Elias shrugged. “Though I kind of wish we’d been allowed to wear costumes instead. Isn’t that what Halloween is about, anyway?”

[energeias-blog]

Laurel stood alone by the snacks table and slipped another tiny pretzel into her mouth. She looked around, mostly watching the other campers dressed up in their best as they swayed on the dance floor to some slow song Laurel hadn’t heard before. She ate the last pretzel in her hand and had to admit she was getting thirsty. Her eyes found their way over to the bowl of punch and she began debating on pouring herself a drink or not. “—Will you taste the punch for me and tell me if it’s spiked or not?” She asked the person who had walked up next to her with as much politeness as she could muster despite the increasing amount of slightly buzzed people she had been interacting with tonight.

[ichorveineds-blog]

Not being one to usually use weapons when fighting, Brooklyn was often very tactile and hands-on. Her fighting style was raw and unpolished, and she was looking to improve it in any way she could. Maybe it was time to incorporate a weapon into her usual scheme, but what would be a good fit for an unruly daughter of Dionysus? Brooklyn was trying to look as nonchalant as possible she stood beside the weapons in the arena that were provided for the campers to choose from. There weren’t a lot, because most of them were kept in the armory but there was a smattering of weapons to sample from. She attempted to make it look like she wasn’t even interested in any of them, especially as she scanned the collection of throwing daggers with her eyes. “This is harder than I thought.” She huffed out; her placing probably getting in the way of others wanting to pick a weapon out.

[demigcdly-blog]

         ☆*. A TALL BOTTOMLESS CYLINDER SAT UPON A STAGNANT TIDE POOL. It was a rather boring one, just a few plants, but it was deep and the lake was always filling it rather periodically with the tide. What was in it didn’t matter so much as the amount of water did, and Calypso was excited. Of course this wasn’t something she came up with, but after watching a video, she wanted to do it herself, so she focused upon the water with a hand first upon the glass to keep it steady, but the other out to control the spurt she was raising. The amount of water that rose grew, but she started making it whirl like a tornado in the center of the glass, slowly bringing its height to the top until it spilled over the sides like a fountain and she caught herself clapping, switching to relying on mental focus as she grinned, “beautiful.”

[demigcdly-blog]

         ☆*. OKAY HEADS UP. IT WON’T HAVE MUCH EFFECT ON HER CURRENT threads, but in effort to make Aurore a little more interesting and a little easier for me to play with people, I’m going to make her less of a flight risk. She’s still gentle and everything, she’s just likely to be more talkative and less nervous, have a bit more personality as well, and... I’m just tagging this so everyone sees it. Cool? Cool. Okay, that’s it. Bye!