#ausclosed

[ccllins]

@realcherub

The male was walking towards where his other companion from the day before was. He was enjoying a bit of music as he trudged towards Aurel’s location. He had made sure to bring more songs similar to Wonderwall. The male was meant to ask the other what the deal was with him and Ira. They seemed to be pretty tense with each other but they were doing their best to work it out because of him. He was partly flattered by that but he wanted to know the history behind that tension. When he had finally saw his silhouette, Cole took off his headphones and called for his friend, “Hey Aurel!”

[sonofmagic]

—closed starter for @diesvalentini

          it was only after al had already taken a sip of his order that he realized that it wasn’t his tea, or tea at all for that matter. 

approaching the brunette who must have taken his order just before he had taken hers, he said, “it’s chai,” and gave her an apologetic smile. “i could have sworn that they had called al, but i must have heard incorrectly. i can get you another one on me as an apology, if you’d like?”

[jolellyfish-blog]

@hawkxgrant

Ever sine the recall, new faces had been popping up around New Rome and Camp like daisies. It rather made Jolene disgruntled and disoriented. She didn’t like not knowing everyone in what she considered to be her Camp. Picking up her coffee from the counter of the cafe she was in, she didn’t recognize the name spelled out on the cup. “Hawk?” she said aloud. “Who names their kid after a bird? At least it’s not Apple or something.”

[antcnettes]

@wreckommended

The female had been travelling through the labyrinth countless of times already and it was superficial to say that it was exhausting but there was something else about travelling it entirely. It was just tiring physically but it was tiring both mentally and emotionally. But for her to get to one place and the other, she had to steel her away through it and honestly, she felt like it had made her more endurable on fights. For the first time, she had decided to stay a little bit more in the underground, sacrificing the bit of sunlight she needed, just to observe a couple of things. She had heard that there were people who lived here and she had wanted to know how they were able to tolerate this kind of living environment. Luckily, Maxine was kind enough to refer one of her friends, Eden Reed. She had waited for the male to arrive to where she was, just where the housings where, and decided to clean herself up while he wasn’t there yet.

[theodroasvitae-blog]

@apisadipem

Theo didn’t exactly hate the amount of new comers who had swamped the camp and the cohorts, it wasn’t their fault they’d all shown up at once. What she did hate however was the mess they left behind. The Third Cohort wasn’t small but they had always had a nice system to deal with the clean ups and organisation of the barracks, they had order. And Theo appreciated a good order to her life and surroundings. She had just hooked someones dirty, discarded sock on the end of her sword and was looking at it with distaste when the door opened with a band that gave her a fight. She didn’t mean to jump or to swing her sword with such force that the sock went flying off the end and straight into the face of the door opener. “Oh my gods! I am so sorry!” One hand went to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the giggle building in her throat.

[adelfikos-blog]

@realcherub

   “This is a bit weird to ask but where is the way to the labyrinth?”

[xeipotexviakol1-blog]

@stavrodromi

If there was one place in Camp Half Blood that Kol had spent most of his time since his arrival it was the forges. Sure it was probably something to do with his parentage that made him so drawn to the place but the male liked to think it was where he would spend most of his time anyway. There was just something comforting about the heat from the flames, the sounds of metal on metal, even the smell of oil just put him in a good mood. A chunk of celestial bronze sat on the workbench in front of him as he thought about what to do with it, the son of Hephaestus was of the belief that metal knew what it wanted to be, you just had to know how to ask it. The obvious answer was always a weapon of some sort, but it seemed too...boring. He’d already made a sword and three dagger this week. Kol turned the metal on it’s side and tilted his head with it, like that would give him some clue as to what it wanted to become. 

[dannyatkiins-blog]

@pvmpkinseeds

“Okay, look I know you hate me but oh man it’s good to see you again my little buddy! How’s it been? Had some good naps? Did you like the pillow I sent last Christmas?” Danny paused, looking down at the cat expectantly, though for what he wasn’t sure. Gus, his once estranged cat gave him a weak pat on the cheek with his paw in an attempt to be put down, but Danny wasn’t inside his apartment building yet and there was no way he was letting the cat loose in the city. He’d never see little Gus-Gus again otherwise. 

[drwtanaka]

—closed starter for @minrhee

          pressing a warm cup of tea into min’s hands, drew sighed. she knew what some of her fellow hunters had thought when they had seen min arrive, and most of them took one look at him and scattered the moment they laid eyes on him. but drew had always had a soft spot for min, and she was willing to go at least this far to preserve the few camp half-blood friendships that she had.

          she tucked a strand of dark hair behind one ear, though it was short enough that it threatened to fall back on her face whenever she turned her head. drew had cut her hair to this length a few weeks after she had became a hunter---she had wanted the hunters to take her seriously, that she wasn’t just an aphrodite kid.

           “min,” she said, ditching her usual pet-names of honey or dear or sweetheart, and her next words were more of an order than an actual question. “what’s wrong?”

[ccllins]

@thrillofthechase

Collin was already choosing the songs he would listen to as he was planning to get out of his cohort. He was planning to apply to that waitering job he had found back in New Rome and he was excited about it. Hopefully the authorities would give him thought and he knew he was gonna give his absolute best in doing the work right. He had placed his headphones and was ready to leave. As soon as he exited his cabin, he was surprised by the figure standing next to the doorway, and not just any other figure: it was Annabeth. Another one of the seven demigods he had admired (again, except Frank), she was the second in a week and Collin was absolutely floored. “I - uh - Anna - Mis - uhh...” he stammered, unsure how to call her. “Uhm, hello!” He decided to say the polite greeting instead of calling her name, a lopsided grin on his face as he was flustered by her presence.

[sonofmagic]

—closed starter for @stavrodromi & @ellaofmckinley

           it was surreal to be back on the grounds of camp half-blood, and there was a moment as he and marcy exited the labyrinth where he had thought that the barrier around the camp wouldn’t let him through. not that alabaster had enough courage to actually go to the camp. they were still only by the entrance in the forest, by zeus’ fist. his notes from before the war had still been hidden behind a couple of stones, and when he looked at his lopsided handwriting that his fourteen-year-old self had written, it almost felt like time hadn’t passed.

alabaster shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “no, no. you’re doing fine. you just have to---think less about it.” for alabaster, magic was less about spells and charms and more about intent; latin and runes were just one possible conduit out of many to take. like marcellina, he didn’t have the chance to get taught by someone who knew how to practice magic, and had only taught himself. teaching her felt like a release, like an injustice set right. “you’re doing well, really,” he insisted at her disbelieving look. “look, i was horrible when i first started.”

[antcnettes]

@sonofmagic

Antonette was looking around for empty houses or apartments she could move into after she was done working for her transfer papers in New Athens University. As she was looking around the town hall, where all available spaces can be seen, she felt another presence beside her. She took a glance and noticed it was Alabaster and it had been a long time since they had talked so she decided to make conversation. “Hey, Al, long time no see!”

[deepoceansong-blog]

@diesiirae

“Okay, let’s do this,” the son of Triton whispered to himself as he plunged into the lake to quench the scorching heat of that afternoon. He had been contemplating on a recent experience of his that somehow still did not entirely make sense yet. He wasn’t even sure if it had occurred at all or if everything was a dream. While getting a few freestyle laps in, his heart began to race, and so did his mind. He concentrated on being somewhere else, specifically that other camp that looked so much like the one he now called home.

Lucas felt a heightened sense of adrenaline, the same one he felt the first time he accidentally traveled underwater. During that time, he dismissed that sensation as something that was normal when he hasn’t trained rigorously in so long. As soon as he lifted his head above the water, he was again away from the familiar confines of New Athens. “Whoa,” he panted, completely in awe with his body tingling. Until he remembered that he forgot to bring spare clothes to change into.

[adelfikos-blog]

To: carnation 💝

Orlando: why are you even making me bake an apple pie i dont grow apples OR bake

Orlando: shoot sorry wrong sent

[astral-flowerchild-blog]

@diesiirae

Cass sighed. It was late. He’d managed to flip his sleep schedule on it’s head again and now it was 4 AM and he was lonely. It was a newer feeling, one he wasn’t particularly used to, and it only served to make it more intense. He’d been up since about 9 PM, and while he didn’t think he’d be able to get any real sleep, he'd been meaning to visit an old friend of his for a while.

Ira lived in New Rome and Cass wasn’t overly fond of the labyrinth, so they’d never actually met in person, but they’d been friends for quite a while just the same. He closed his eyes, laying his head back on the little sofa in his apartment, and dreamed of their usual meeting place.

[theodroasvitae-blog]

@garnetrogue

Theo had a nice routine worked out for the mornings when she was in New Rome. It normally started with getting to put make-up on and wearing nice clothes she wasn’t worried about getting torn or dirty, followed by a trip to Caffeina’s for a cup of the best coffee in the town. Though she wouldn’t dare tell her nana that. The queue for coffee was always long at this place and Theodora wanted to curse at whoever had made it so popular, the wait always added on extra time to her daily plans. Today however, she didn’t mind waiting an extra five minutes, anything to keep her away from the dreaded text book she knew was waiting for her to read in her bag. 

With a smile and polite thank you Theodora accepted her coffee cup from, added sugar and stirred, reattached the lid and a protective cardboard sleeve and turned to leave. This was her first mistake. The momentum in her turn was apparently too fast, sending her bag swinging around in an arch in front of her and knocking her off balance. Spreading her arms out to try and steady herself was her second mistake. She hadn’t checked to make sure no one was walking towards her or her outstretched arms, but she definitely felt as the other person walked into her hand holding the coffee cup. Especially as the hot liquid began streaming down her wrist. “Ow! Shit! Sorry! Sorry!” She said hastily, looking the other girl over, one hand already reaching for napkins for her own burning flesh. “Are you okay? Did I get any on you?”