*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
20 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
*what is he packing for?*
*Alex and Caleb are going on their first date, in the woods.*
*Good for them but darn. thought a sleepover was happening*
*unfortunately, no. It’s just Alex and Caleb, who finally had their first kiss after two darn years.*
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
“Wha-… no-, I mean… hey, did you-“ he looks in his bag, realizes the marshmallows are missing, and looks to Cordon. “Could ya give them back?”
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
“Wha-… no-, I mean… hey, did you-“ he looks in his bag, realizes the marshmallows are missing, and looks to Cordon. “Could ya give them back?”
“Fiiiine. How long have you two been dating?”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"Come in, come in." says a man from inside. Inside is 8 pews made of fallen logs and a soapbox for a pulpit.
The old man walks up. Perception check…?
He'd fail automatically, he's practically blind and only sees outlines.
*oh okay.*
“mighty fine establishment you got here.”
the old man looks to see if there are any shineie on him.
25 if lower than a sixteen, it’s a sixteen.
"It's not an establishment, it's a house of God." he says crossly.
"if the holy spirit isn't something you believe in, then leave"
“No, no. I’m just remarking on the beauty of this place…”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
“Wha-… no-, I mean… hey, did you-“ he looks in his bag, realizes the marshmallows are missing, and looks to Cordon. “Could ya give them back?”
“Fiiiine. How long have you two been dating?”
He grabs the marshmallow bag back, sealing it and putting it in the bag.
”it’s not-… we haven’t… we haven’t gone on a date.” Caleb cannot stop smiling.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
26 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
“Wha-… no-, I mean… hey, did you-“ he looks in his bag, realizes the marshmallows are missing, and looks to Cordon. “Could ya give them back?”
“Fiiiine. How long have you two been dating?”
He grabs the marshmallow bag back, sealing it and putting it in the bag.
”it’s not-… we haven’t… we haven’t gone on a date.” Caleb cannot stop smiling.
“… yet. You haven’t gone on a date yet. Also, why would you trust me with Matt he’s? I’ve committed arson several times.”
Cordon lights a match stares into the flames.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“What do you mean…? I’ve been… open…” He replies, turning to them. (Oh and when we finish this, I feel like play Rex, if that’s fine.)
*sure* "You wont even look at me, you're staring at the ceiling. You're not letting yourself show any emotion, and it's... making me feel sad,"
“Do you want me to… my parents didn’t love me, no one was there when I needed them to be… I lost a leg because I thought my friends were the only thing with a life as bad as mine, monsters. I am sad, I’m sorry.”
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Evan is sitting on Half-Blood Hill, being a sad lil goober.
Kian is in the forges.
Chase is climbing the Lava Wall.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
(You wanna rp Arch)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*sure!*
“Camping? With who?”
he will try to steal the marshmallows now.
20 (if lower than a twenty five, it’s a twenty five.)
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Luna is in the library trying to relax
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
He blushes, smiling a bit. “Alex.”
that also succeeds. Caleb can’t beat 25.
Caleb is also in the library, smiling. He’s not really looking for anything, just browsing books.
*unfortunately, no. It’s just Alex and Caleb, who finally had their first kiss after two darn years.*
*haha!*
”ooooh, does someone have a boyfriend? Good for you.”
he takes a bite of a marshmallow.
”huh. These are pretty good.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"you're in a good mood today"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Wha-… no-, I mean… hey, did you-“ he looks in his bag, realizes the marshmallows are missing, and looks to Cordon. “Could ya give them back?”
He looks over to Luna. “Hi! Me and Alex are going camping.”
“Fiiiine. How long have you two been dating?”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“No, no. I’m just remarking on the beauty of this place…”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He grabs the marshmallow bag back, sealing it and putting it in the bag.
”it’s not-… we haven’t… we haven’t gone on a date.” Caleb cannot stop smiling.
“… yet. You haven’t gone on a date yet. Also, why would you trust me with Matt he’s? I’ve committed arson several times.”
Cordon lights a match stares into the flames.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Do you want me to… my parents didn’t love me, no one was there when I needed them to be… I lost a leg because I thought my friends were the only thing with a life as bad as mine, monsters. I am sad, I’m sorry.”