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...oh no. Ampelos scrambled to get everything hidden away and the makeup off his face, leading to a heavy soap bottle falling on his foot as he knocked it off.

"AH- im f i n e." He said, strangling his exclamation of pain off as he tried to speak normally, he sounded anything but. He practically flayed himself trying to scrub off his makeup with a hand towel he didn't wet.

He just wound up smearing the blood and agitating his cuts, the pain searing as he whimpered through a bit lip. This wasn't happening, this COULDNT happen.

Ampelos rested his hand on the doorknob, trying to balance himself with it as he avoided standing on his bruised foot. His hand slipped, undoing the lock switch in the process, and sending Ampelos thudding against the sink counter.

Ampelos loved his dad, and his name, and the history behind his name. But now...now he hated it all. Well, not his dad. He'd never hate his dad. But the name? Gods he hated it, but that name meant so much! Not just to him, but to dad! It was his dad's lover! Dad put so much love and care into it when he trusted Ampelos with that name, and now he was throwing it away.

But dad would understand, right? Hell, one of his epithets was "The man-womanly"! Oh gods what if Dad already knew and was just waiting for Ampelos to grow a pair and admit it!? Was he making a fool of himself!?

No, no he can't think like that. Dad taught him from a young age that letting himself spiral was never good, children of Dionysus needed to keep a good grip on their own minds or else it would get away from them. One of the many perks of being raised from a toddlerish age by a god.

He slowly walked into his Dad's office, sitting in the chair across from him. "You busy?" He asked, picking at his nails nervously. He knew the other would be no, dad was never too busy for him, but Ampelos always asked.

“Not for you kid, What’s up?” He asked leaning forward slightly in his chair, a can of diet coke sat on the table along with a messy pile of papers, mostly injury reports from the infirmary that the god had to look over, and a couple other things.

He could tell somthing was…off with his son but he wasn’t sure what

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@dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine Hades and Sammy

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Diana was silent for a second, then slowly sat back down. "He cursed me. He said my mom named me after Daedaolus, and so Charlie was my Icarus, the one who'd trust me so much that my fault inventions would kill him. He said he had to curse my hands, curse them to never work metal again, to protect Charlie." She chuckled bitterly. "Sure did work out great."

She shook her head. "Charlie never gave up on me...but yeah, I shouldn't be here. I fought my way out of Asphodel, then jumped in the Styx. Achilles himself said a spirit doing it was far too dangerous, but here I am. and I'd like to think my Achilles spot is pretty creative."

It was late at night, the Hephaestus cabin was empty as a bonfire roared in the distance.

Gwen had to run back to the grab something and was met with a figure in the cabin. Cloaked, moving silently like some kind of apparition. The figure didn't notice Gwen, moving with a purpose as they looked under a bunk. A1, Charles's old bunk.

Whoever this was, they were clearly a member of cabin 9, they moved with far too much certainty to be a stranger. They pulled a floorboard up, revealing a hollowed out hiding spot nobody else knew about. The figure dug around in the hole, getting a satchel of blueprints and some kind of keycard out.

"Gods I hope-" The figured, it sounded like a young woman, started. She stopped herself, shaking her head. "Who am I kidding, the gods can't help me now. Fates I hope nobody's found our bunker..."

That was...bad. Only the truly desperate opted to call upon the fates rather than the gods.

A bunker? The old Bunker 9 had been found, but it wasn't too outlandish for another one to be hidden out there. But one Beckendorf hid the key to? Now that was a bit odd.

Gwen blinked as she opened the cabin door, expecting it to be empty. She reached for her dagger, but- it was still in the forge, it had broke and Gwen wasn't done fixing it yet. At first she thought the figure might be from cabin 11- Nothing against Hermes's kids but a lot of them liked to steal stuff. But...this mystery person seemed a bit to comfortable in the cabin

Gwen cleared her throat, and clenching her hands into fists, she may not have any weapon on her but she did have fists- She thought a quick thank you to her mama for getting her into boxing.

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"Ah nice, okay cool for a second I thought you were fucking with me.....I don't know how to tie knots. Do you see these fuckass flip flops on my damn feet? They aren't just for fashion, i cant wear much else."

(Im sorry if i'm playing it too silly, im a sucker for the Stern Person/Utter Buffon team-up)

A room only lit by candles arranged in a Star of Dave’s. Dark lines cunet that might be red but it’s too dark to tell. A door creaks open as two figures walk in.

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That really set her off. "NO! Please wait no-n-no! I-I must've been wrong-wrong, it was probab-prob-probably a trick of the light or a-a-a fit!" Sammy rushed to say, her entire body shaking at the mere mention of Hades.

Her stutter was getting worse, her eyes were watering, she was as hysteric as she was the day she got back from those 5 years....if not worse.

....maybe the reason she refused to tell Dio where had been for those five years was a lot deeper than he thought.

"DAD CABIN 9 IS HAUNTED I SAW A GHOST THERES A FUCKIGN GHOST"

....man Sammy's fits are getting more outlandish.

“I- Calm down kid- Ghosts are…Normal-ish-“

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Diana's chest rose and fell as she breathed frantically, like a cornered animal about to lash out.

"....I do remember you, a little. I don't know anymore, asphodel took it out of me." She explained, sighing a little. "I could see Elysium from my spot in the fields, if I squinted hard enough I could see someone in a forge. I think it was Charlie. I tried calling out to him, but I knew my voice would never carry. And even if it did, Dad would put me in the fields of punishment himself if he caught me talking to Charlie...."

Dad was mad at her? That didn't make sense, Diana was one of the best in the workshop! but then again, about a month before Charlie died there were rumors of a curse, and she had been avoiding the shop up till then.....

It was late at night, the Hephaestus cabin was empty as a bonfire roared in the distance.

Gwen had to run back to the grab something and was met with a figure in the cabin. Cloaked, moving silently like some kind of apparition. The figure didn't notice Gwen, moving with a purpose as they looked under a bunk. A1, Charles's old bunk.

Whoever this was, they were clearly a member of cabin 9, they moved with far too much certainty to be a stranger. They pulled a floorboard up, revealing a hollowed out hiding spot nobody else knew about. The figure dug around in the hole, getting a satchel of blueprints and some kind of keycard out.

"Gods I hope-" The figured, it sounded like a young woman, started. She stopped herself, shaking her head. "Who am I kidding, the gods can't help me now. Fates I hope nobody's found our bunker..."

That was...bad. Only the truly desperate opted to call upon the fates rather than the gods.

A bunker? The old Bunker 9 had been found, but it wasn't too outlandish for another one to be hidden out there. But one Beckendorf hid the key to? Now that was a bit odd.

Gwen blinked as she opened the cabin door, expecting it to be empty. She reached for her dagger, but- it was still in the forge, it had broke and Gwen wasn't done fixing it yet. At first she thought the figure might be from cabin 11- Nothing against Hermes's kids but a lot of them liked to steal stuff. But...this mystery person seemed a bit to comfortable in the cabin

Gwen cleared her throat, and clenching her hands into fists, she may not have any weapon on her but she did have fists- She thought a quick thank you to her mama for getting her into boxing.

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"Dad you're not listening! This is a whole ass ghost camper who broke out og the underworld! I'm not making this up!"

"DAD CABIN 9 IS HAUNTED I SAW A GHOST THERES A FUCKIGN GHOST"

....man Sammy's fits are getting more outlandish.

“I- Calm down kid- Ghosts are…Normal-ish-“

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got a grimer in at the shelter today but she's so shy she keeps sucking her face into her own body so she doesn't have to look at us

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her name is ford f-150 because shes built like a fucking truck

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nothing more healing than a pawmi in your pocket

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....well shit. I'm the one getting sacrificed aren't I

A room only lit by candles arranged in a Star of Dave’s. Dark lines cunet that might be red but it’s too dark to tell. A door creaks open as two figures walk in.

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"N-No!" Diana exclaimed, shooting up onto her feet. Her hands shook as she gripped the key card. "Only me and Charlie knew about it, it's our bunker. I'm sorry, but I can't show it to you." She said, steeling her posture.

She started to walk out, moonlight hitting her hands as she did....her hand was translucent. Diana was dead. Diana saw her hands and paused, pursing her lips.

"...nobody'll believe you if you tell them. Hephaestus himself Iris Messaged Chiron and assured him I'd never be back. Your word against his." Diana sound, her voice taking a dark, almost threatening tone. "As far as everyone's concerned, you're here alone. Why don't you let them be right, and let me leave."

It was late at night, the Hephaestus cabin was empty as a bonfire roared in the distance.

Gwen had to run back to the grab something and was met with a figure in the cabin. Cloaked, moving silently like some kind of apparition. The figure didn't notice Gwen, moving with a purpose as they looked under a bunk. A1, Charles's old bunk.

Whoever this was, they were clearly a member of cabin 9, they moved with far too much certainty to be a stranger. They pulled a floorboard up, revealing a hollowed out hiding spot nobody else knew about. The figure dug around in the hole, getting a satchel of blueprints and some kind of keycard out.

"Gods I hope-" The figured, it sounded like a young woman, started. She stopped herself, shaking her head. "Who am I kidding, the gods can't help me now. Fates I hope nobody's found our bunker..."

That was...bad. Only the truly desperate opted to call upon the fates rather than the gods.

A bunker? The old Bunker 9 had been found, but it wasn't too outlandish for another one to be hidden out there. But one Beckendorf hid the key to? Now that was a bit odd.

Gwen blinked as she opened the cabin door, expecting it to be empty. She reached for her dagger, but- it was still in the forge, it had broke and Gwen wasn't done fixing it yet. At first she thought the figure might be from cabin 11- Nothing against Hermes's kids but a lot of them liked to steal stuff. But...this mystery person seemed a bit to comfortable in the cabin

Gwen cleared her throat, and clenching her hands into fists, she may not have any weapon on her but she did have fists- She thought a quick thank you to her mama for getting her into boxing.

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one of my sibling's friends is muslim and she's sending me pictures of her bidoof waking up with her for suhoor as if he also has to fast

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yo mr white can you sign my permission slip so i can go to the aquarium bitch