#open pjo rp

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Open RP Starter because I'm bored and it's 4 am 👍

Maddox rolled around camp, finally settling on a spot next to a large tree where he could sip his lemonade while he observed the other campers' antics. He was having a fairly enjoyable evening, no assholes commenting about his physical conditions and no gods threatening to smite camp, so it had to have been a good day for good things.

Or maybe he'd spoken too soon. Someone barreled into the tree next to him, jarring him out of his serene mind. "Hey, watch it."

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

August 29th.

This is a fanfic / open rp starter so it’s kinda long. The writing might not be great, sorry.

TW for child death, loss of a sibling, minor mentions of bad parenting, minor drug use, minor toxic relationship

Every year without fail the week of August 25 was maybe the worst week of Ossy’s life. Every year they’d go through the same calls, same arrangements, same people. It never changed, even if their life circumstances did. Every year they would end up with a crown of flowers and a box of Halloween candy, completely and utterly alone.

It had been the same when they were eight and had been flown home from camp to give their testimony to the police. It had been the same when they were twelve, reeling from the loss of their brother and best friend and so, so many others; lost and alone in the middle of New York.

It had gotten worse when Ossy was thirteen, their palm sliced open over a marble altar, clasped in the hand of their best friend somewhere in the wilderness of the Yukon. Being fifteen in Gotham would be no different.

—

August 25.

It began, the preparations; the prayers. They called Frank first. Ossy hadn’t talked to him in years when it had first happened, he’d left the island with his mother to live with his grandmother in Vancouver, and they’d drifted apart.

A three hours on the ferry was a long time to travel to see someone, it wasn’t like they’d been good friends. They’d been five and eight, quietly talking in the forest behind their school every couple of days. That was all, Ossy didn’t think they’d ever speak to him again.

Then came the second war. He was there; they weren’t. He stopped by the med bay, asked where they’d been. They answered. He’d talked with them for hours, but he would always have to leave.

Nevertheless Ossy picked up their phone, dialled his number. They let it ring, once, twice. They hung up. It wasn’t right to bother Frank nowadays, and he hadn’t really known her anyway. Most people hadn’t.

They ordered a bulk box of Halloween candy. It would arrive in two days. They wished it would never come.

—

August 26.

Ossy’d found a place that did rush flower arrangements. They ordered three flower crowns, one for them, two for her. The place they’d gotten it, Belle Flore, was this tiny shop in North Gotham that imported seeds from everywhere in the world and grew all the flowers in a grow room above the store. The clerk, a red-headed guy probably less than a year older than them named Rhys, had been nice about the whole thing, suggesting an arrangement of Pheasants Eye, Prince’s Feather, Baby’s Breath, and Buttercup.

The combination was odd but sweet, symbolic. Buttercup had been her favourite after all. The crowns would be done in three days, the 29th.

Ossy would pick it up in the morning, flowers were always better fresh.

They spend the rest of the day asleep. The tranqs they’d gotten from Peter were nice, though they’d had to ration them out. They’d told him 2 wasn’t gonna be enough.

-

August 27.

Ossy sleeps through the day. They don’t move, but it’s fine. They don’t need to. Sleep is quiet, calming. Hypnos must have taken pity of them, each dream is an altered memory of their life before everything, a kinder one.

-

August 28.

The phone rings five times before going to voicemail, their mums soft voice letting them know to leave a message and that she’d get to it in the morning. She wouldn’t, not when she saw the caller ID.

“Hey, mum. It’s me. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and I’m..I’m doing something for the 29th. You can always join me, I’ll pay for your flight and everything.”

Ossy pauses, taking a shuddering breath. It’s been a while since they’ve cried properly.

“…I miss you. And Grandpa. I’m sorry..about everything.”

They hang up quickly, regretting every second of it. She’d just delete it when she saw it, she always did. They leave the message anyway.

The package with the candy arrives at the manor, nobody asks what’s in it. Ossy doesn’t know if anyone even noticed it arrive. They request the day off tomorrow from the Deli, Mr. Maroni approves it. He’s been nice since he found out about the mugging, probably thinks they’re still scared of doing the night shift. They are, but they wouldn’t tell him that.

The night roles around and they pop the second half of a tranq. They don’t know if they want to wake up in the morning, sleeping away the 29th doesn’t sound half bad. It would be mean though, she would never have done it. She didn’t sleep, it was genetic. The gene had skipped Ossy.

-

August 29.

At 5:30 AM they show up at Belle Flores, it’s the same clerk, Rhys. He quietly hands over a pastel blue box with a subdued smile. He knows what the crowns are for, they’d told him. It’s easier to talk to strangers about these things.

Ossy stops back at the manor, grabbing the cats before hopping on one of the busses. They need to get out of the city again. Sometimes Gotham, with its constant noise and soaring buildings, felt like a maze. This then made them the rat, trying to find its way out before getting zapped.

The concrete held an energy they could never quite get used too. Ossy missed the blue pine of the salmon and rain forests; trees so large and thick they muffled everything within their shade, where oceans crashed against the conifered cliffs of their piece of home. They’d stolen that line from John Vailant.

The bus pulled to a stop outside a rocky beach. The cats had been quiet for the ride, good travellers. Ossy realized she’d never gotten to meet them.

They set up camp on a fallen log near the tree line, setting up a fence so the cats could be let loose to roam. Two of the flower crowns were laid side by side, the third resting on their head. It was good work, better than either of them had ever been capable of.

Ossy sat there for a while, listening to old songs they had long forgotten the words to, taking two bowls and pouring them full of the candy. It was stale, but that didn’t really matter. Stel had always saved her Halloween candy until Easter. They ate quietly, watching the cats play fight.

Ossy wasn’t sure how long it took for them to break down but they’d like to think it was close to an hour, a respectable amount of time to hold vigil before they imploded.

It was stupid for them to think they’d escaped it, moved past it. Not her death, no, they could never get over that, but being alone each year.

Not even having a picture of the family together. It was starting to get to them. Ossy would never admit it but they were starting to forget her face. People had always said they’d looked similar. They could never believe it. Stel had been good, so much better than any of the rest of them. Ossy would never be sure how she came from a family like theirs. Truth be told, they weren’t even sure what they looked like anymore, but that had little to do with the comparisons.

Ossy pulled out their phone, dialling half the numbers in their phone before deleting each one. They didn’t want to feel the need to explain it all to anyone. Deanna had told them to stop over analyzing their emotions, it wasn’t actually a form of processing apparently.

Finally, they landed on someone they wouldn’t mind calling. The gnawing sensation in their gut growing ever stronger as the phone rang, the soft click of the receiver letting them know there wasn’t really a way back.

“Hey.”

[maia-mother-of-the-messenger]

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"The 'life' of a living star is a tough one. The gods put most of us up here because they thought it was an honor to be immortalized as a part of Atlas' burden."

She pauses for a moment and when her voice returns it's laced with soft bitterness

"I and the other stars disagree heavily with that sentiment. But my opinion is neither here nor there, I am an adult and a mother to a bastard of Zeus (though little bastard applies to my son in more than one way (/affectionate))."

She sighs.

"I can handle this, so can Astrea, she chose to be up here. It's just the younger stars— if you can even call them that, some of them have been stars longer than me—

They are the ones I worry for, they became stars young and will never grow up.

Currently, *she sighs again* (I hate to say that) its Ampelos, Erigone and Euippe, they've been here for thousands of years and yet they still act like the teenagers they are. Ampelos still makes immature jokes, talks about his boyfriend like its the first time he's ever been in love and it's been many times where i've found him watching over Dionysus

And Erigone and Euippe still giggle and whisper to each other like the little (teenage) girls they are."

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

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[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

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[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

You see a figure in the forest, lying down. They look like they're asleep, a rag is next to them (evidence of being cloroformed).

The person looks to be about 15, they have long, messy ginger/blonde hair. They have a multitude of scars and bruises.

They're wearing a stereotypical military school outfit.

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[captain-and-crew]

OPEN STARTER

You were walking along the streets of Vegas for a quest- or otherwise just.. in Vegas. And you see.. a pirate?

Their fluffy brown hair flows in the wind- they're holding a bottle of whiskey, they're in.. heels? They have on so much gold jewelry it looks like they would be wrecked by a magnet.

But hey, it's Vegas. It's probably just a street performer. That is, until, you accidentally brush their shoulder and they pull a FUCKING SWORD ON YOU.

"Witch- witches everywhere. Where are we? How long has it been? Where is my crew?" They ask in a heavy British accent.

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[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER:

"I bet you don't feel lighter." No, I don't feel lighter.

TW: Derealization, minor(?) injury

Theo's been dealing with some things lately, but he just can't think of any solution to any of his problems. He feels bad for it, for not being able to help, no matter how much he tries. Now that he's seen the state Argo was in when he left him in that cell, he feels... horrible as ever.

He had to shadow travel away, he couldn't stay with his brother any further. It was clear Argo didn't want him there, and he would respect his brother's wishes... most of the time. Once he made sure Argo was back in control and relatively safe — or at least knew he'd claim to be safe — he left.

Though, something happened when he was in that cell. The Death Mist surrounded him at one point, and refused to leave him since. He did manage to briefly rid his hands from it, but it was only temporary and he's not sure he can bounce back from this as easily as he though he could back when it all started. It's cold. Really, really cold.

You find him in the forest again, standing in the shadow of a tree. Though, it's... not really him. It's more so a cloud of mist, or at least it looks to be that. A cloud of mist in a vaguely humanoid shape, with... some unnatural coloration to it. Almost like human skin. What could convince some that it really is Theo are the greenish-red blobs visible on the cloud's form. Around where a human chest would be, and the most of them are around where the heart would be.

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[god-abandon-me]

{open Starter} run away

*you were walking around the town doing whatever people do, and you saw this teen running for their life they saw you and told you don't tell them you saw me. Then she went into an alley way*

What do you do?

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[child-of-harpocrates]

{open Starter} where is she?

*Ally has been gone for a month, gone without a trace. There was no note no nothing, that wasn't like her at all since she also left muskie behind which wasn't something she would do. It was a middle of the day and you were just walking around, maybe hoping you can find her. You saw Ally coming closer she was limping, her clothes were torn, she had bruises, cuts, she looked dehydrated, malnourished- wait were those handcuff imprints on her?*

What do you do?

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[demigod-jack-hearth]

Open starter

You hear sounds from cabin 21 and you go over to investigate.

you enter and see jack sitting in the corner with a knife close to his wrists, tears flowing from his face

What do you do?

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[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Magic Anon Starter (Open; Hermes Cabin only please)

ooc: Finally found the post :D I'm evil. May be a bit of a stretch but rules are a suggestion, right? Feel free to interact whenever, whether that be right now or two weeks from now!!

Sounds of crashing at two in the morning bring you into the main room, where a boy of medium height stands still in the darkness. Turning on the lights, you see that it's Maddox standing there. Maddox. Standing. His wheelchair is seemingly what had fallen over, behind the couch and partially broken.

"Oh, hi." He waves nervously.

[xolues-child-of-aelous]

{open Starter} different

*after X's trip to tatarus, they have been acting different more reserve and sleeping a lot more. You see X by the river and they're washing their hands a lot as if she was trying to wash away blood that wasn't coming off*

What do you do?

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[the-young-prankster]

{open starter} please come out

*It's been almost a week since Uye has lost her mom. Uye wasn't taking it well, I mean what 6 year old could. She's been in the attic of the big house since then she hasn't left the big house.*

*you went to try and get her to come down, you talked to some of her siblings to try and figure out what she likes besides her jacket/cape. So you got her favorite snack sour cream and onion chips for some hope to convince her to come out*

*as you ascend the stairs she was up there by herself, there were some tears still on her face. But that made sense you cautiously approached her*

What do you do?

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[another-argo]

Open Starter

*●let me be normal●*

Things with Argo had been quiet, which.. isn't usually a sign that things will continue to be good.

Argo felt bad for causing trouble- he really did. Andrew didn't deserve this bullshit.

But- Argo didn't deserve the constant memories; the constant reminders that he's no longer himself. The monstrous claws- scars that he's left on himself on every inch of his remaining skin..

Argo was sitting on the roof of the palace; which.. probably wasn't smart- but it's fine.

He has a handkerchief next to him, coughing up black goo and blood- and occasionally bone/porcelain.

He also has candles lit all around him.

"Please- anyone who's listening... just.. I want to be normal. I will do anything to be normal-" Argo begs, clasping their claws together in prayer.

Suddenly, all the candles extinguish- Argo squeaks in fear.

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[ithacas-prince]

Open Starter — Hold Him Down

tw: blood, attempted murder, or just plain murder if you don’t make it on time-

Set in an alternate universe—NOT canon to the blog.

Telemachus docked his ship, he hadn’t reached his father.. but he was still with a smile on his face.

He wasn’t aware of the men planning to murder him from afar. They’d been warned to not do so—but..

The prince heard approaching footsteps, many of them—to be exact. Against the smooth sand.

He didn’t have the chance to speak or process anything. Because seconds later, he was getting held down.

Telemachus kicked and screamed, he was shaking. But one of the men grabbed a dagger, preparing to slit his throat.

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