Camp Half-Blood- a Percy Jackson Tavern

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doinf the same

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

Someone walks up to her. Roll perception!

Delilah walks up there.

"... Wren? You sure you're allowed up here...?"

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"I mean I dont see any rule explicitly against it, do you?"

She notices that this newcomer, a camper with around 40 beads, has fish scales.

"... Are you Makana...?"

"... I mean..."

 "... That would be me, yes. I assume you have... Come to speak about the sirens? The tragedies of late?" 

"What..? Is it causing a problem?"

"Why did you do it."

"... Well, Drew might not be too happy about it..."

 "... I didn't. Margarite did. I don't know why, but she... She wanted a storm. I tried to hold it back. To protect what I could. I tried to warn her, but she kept going... She wanted it to happen"

"About someone sitting calmly on a roof..? I think Chiron wont care, and that's what matters."

"Hah. Yeah, right. What exactly did Margarite do?!"

"... I guess..."

 "... They murdered a friend of mine. I came to them attempting to talk to them. To convince them to promise safety for my friends, so I could help keep them safe. So we could share in protecting each other. She... Blamed me for it all. Over and over. The yelling... The shouting... Her aggression... And blaming me and the person who died for it all... She was purposely trying to cause emotions. To stir them up. To cause what transpired... She was the only one I killed that day. To protect everyone else as much as I could.. Who are you?"

"Anyways, how are you today?" He closes the book

"Mmm. And why should I tell you my name? Names hold power. But, if you really wanna know, I'm a son of Posiedon."

"... Meh. Nervous. Scared."

 "I told you mine. And I do not plan on using any sort of 'power' against you... A son of Posideon that has been here 40 years? What happened to the deal..?"

".. Itll be okay. I think its almost time..."

"Said deal only aplied to demigod children. Me? I'm a siren."

"Time? For what?"

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 Evan is sitting in the mess hall. *back.* 

 

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 The 17 year old grabs an apple and heads to a table.

 Said 17 year old rolls out a blueprint and sits at a table.

 “Hi!” Evan sits next to him. 

 " Hey" says the 17 year old, biting into his apple.

 “What’s your name?” 

 "Scar. Don't know my real name."

 “Huh. That really sucks. How come?” 

 "Never put in a orphanage or stayed at a foster home" he takes another bite of his apple.

 “Oh. Know your godly parent?” 

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 A girl with short, messy black hair and oil stained clothes walks near him, and taking a deep breath, interrupts.

"Whatcha reading?"

 "God's Word." he says simply, not looking up to her.

 "Ah."

She shuffles her feet.

"Is it any good?"

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doing the same <--

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

 A girl with short black hair and oil stained clothes walk up and tries to hide, though unsuccessfully, as her long neck makes her head stick out very visibly. She seems to be enjoying the music.

 The naiad looks to the girl with a smile, waving for her to sit a bit closer as she continues 

 The girl smiles and walks closer, seeming slightly embarrassed she was caught but very happy otherwise.

"Your music is beautiful."

 "Thank you! Though it is still very much a work in progress... Its only the beginning of trying to write a song for my first time!"

 "Well, that's pretty amazing for your first time! I like music, but well, I'm not exactly any good at playing it. My hands are built to build, not to strum guitar or play piano... But that's okay. What's your name? Mine's Charlie."

 "Im called Makana! Its nice to meet you Charlie! And I... I certainly am no good at guitar or piano, either. I destroy most instruments I try to touch with my water.."

 Charlie laughs.

"Well I guess we're in the same boat! Er- well maybe not the best expression... I don't think you'd ever need a boat..."

Charlie seems kind of embarrassed now.

"But seriously, your music is sooo good! I'm jealous. I mean, I can't even sing! Watch,"

Charlie attempts to "sing", which sounds more like a cat being strangled underwater. She laughs.

"See?"

 Makana chuckles "Im sure youre just unpracticed!! Anyone can sing well given enough time and a little bit of help!"

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 Evan is sitting in the mess hall. *back.* 

 

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 The 17 year old grabs an apple and heads to a table.

 Said 17 year old rolls out a blueprint and sits at a table.

 “Hi!” Evan sits next to him. 

 " Hey" says the 17 year old, biting into his apple.

 “What’s your name?” 

 "Scar. Don't know my real name."

 “Huh. That really sucks. How come?” 

 "Never put in a orphanage or stayed at a foster home" he takes another bite of his apple.

 “Oh. Know your godly parent?” 

 "Malinoë"

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 “Hm… nope, I’m drawing a blank.” 

 "Folks back home called me Fire Fist." he shrugs again, looking into Finn's eyes

 “They could see through the Mist?” 

 "No, but they knew it burned when I hit 'em."

 

 “What was their explanation? For me, the air was always hotter around me. People thought it was because I always had a fever or something.” 

 "They thought it was because I punched really fast."

 “Oh. Do you punch really fast?” 

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 Evan is sitting in the mess hall. *back.* 

 

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A 17 year old walks to the mess hall to grab something and work on a blueprint.

 The 17 year old grabs an apple and heads to a table.

 Said 17 year old rolls out a blueprint and sits at a table.

 “Hi!” Evan sits next to him. 

 " Hey" says the 17 year old, biting into his apple.

 “What’s your name?” 

 "Scar. Don't know my real name."

 “Huh. That really sucks. How come?” 

 "Never put in a orphanage or stayed at a foster home" he takes another bite of his apple.

 “Oh. Know your godly parent?” 

 "Malinoë"

 *Melinoë, actually. Marcus is a son of Melinoë.* “Nice! We have one here. She’s a ghost goddess, correct?” 

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*yk what'd be really funny? omar managing to come back as a ghost, and atticus exorcizing them as soon as they showed up*

 *lolll* 

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*HI HI BANANA!*

 *HI HI GONZ! Wanna rp?* 

*Sure!*

 *who ya want?* 

*Hmmm... I dunno!*

 Marcus is messing around with some horse bones. 

Evan is drawing in the Zeus cabin. 

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doinf the same

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

Someone walks up to her. Roll perception!

Delilah walks up there.

"... Wren? You sure you're allowed up here...?"

 30

"I mean I dont see any rule explicitly against it, do you?"

She notices that this newcomer, a camper with around 40 beads, has fish scales.

"... Are you Makana...?"

"... I mean..."

 "... That would be me, yes. I assume you have... Come to speak about the sirens? The tragedies of late?" 

"What..? Is it causing a problem?"

"Why did you do it."

"... Well, Drew might not be too happy about it..."

 "... I didn't. Margarite did. I don't know why, but she... She wanted a storm. I tried to hold it back. To protect what I could. I tried to warn her, but she kept going... She wanted it to happen"

"About someone sitting calmly on a roof..? I think Chiron wont care, and that's what matters."

"Hah. Yeah, right. What exactly did Margarite do?!"

"... I guess..."

 "... They murdered a friend of mine. I came to them attempting to talk to them. To convince them to promise safety for my friends, so I could help keep them safe. So we could share in protecting each other. She... Blamed me for it all. Over and over. The yelling... The shouting... Her aggression... And blaming me and the person who died for it all... She was purposely trying to cause emotions. To stir them up. To cause what transpired... She was the only one I killed that day. To protect everyone else as much as I could.. Who are you?"

"Anyways, how are you today?" He closes the book

"Mmm. And why should I tell you my name? Names hold power. But, if you really wanna know, I'm a son of Posiedon."

"... Meh. Nervous. Scared."

 "I told you mine. And I do not plan on using any sort of 'power' against you... A son of Posideon that has been here 40 years? What happened to the deal..?"

".. Itll be okay. I think its almost time..."

"Said deal only aplied to demigod children. Me? I'm a siren."

"Time? For what?"

 "A siren... But still a demigod siren, no..? Its an odd exception, I suppose... But not the first Ive seen with the half gorgon new arrival, I suppose.."

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doing the same <--

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

 A girl with short black hair and oil stained clothes walk up and tries to hide, though unsuccessfully, as her long neck makes her head stick out very visibly. She seems to be enjoying the music.

 The naiad looks to the girl with a smile, waving for her to sit a bit closer as she continues 

 The girl smiles and walks closer, seeming slightly embarrassed she was caught but very happy otherwise.

"Your music is beautiful."

 "Thank you! Though it is still very much a work in progress... Its only the beginning of trying to write a song for my first time!"

 "Well, that's pretty amazing for your first time! I like music, but well, I'm not exactly any good at playing it. My hands are built to build, not to strum guitar or play piano... But that's okay. What's your name? Mine's Charlie."

 "Im called Makana! Its nice to meet you Charlie! And I... I certainly am no good at guitar or piano, either. I destroy most instruments I try to touch with my water.."

 Charlie laughs.

"Well I guess we're in the same boat! Er- well maybe not the best expression... I don't think you'd ever need a boat..."

Charlie seems kind of embarrassed now.

"But seriously, your music is sooo good! I'm jealous. I mean, I can't even sing! Watch,"

Charlie attempts to "sing", which sounds more like a cat being strangled underwater. She laughs.

"See?"

 Makana chuckles "Im sure youre just unpracticed!! Anyone can sing well given enough time and a little bit of help!"

 "I doubt that! But it's okay. I really enjoy listening to music more. I do my best thinking- and for that matter building, to music. Especially metal and rap. But classical when I'm sleeping...." 

She looks up and starts mumbling, then takes out a small trinket and starts tinkering with it furiously.

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doinf the same

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

Someone walks up to her. Roll perception!

Delilah walks up there.

"... Wren? You sure you're allowed up here...?"

 30

"I mean I dont see any rule explicitly against it, do you?"

She notices that this newcomer, a camper with around 40 beads, has fish scales.

"... Are you Makana...?"

"... I mean..."

 "... That would be me, yes. I assume you have... Come to speak about the sirens? The tragedies of late?" 

"What..? Is it causing a problem?"

"Why did you do it."

"... Well, Drew might not be too happy about it..."

 "... I didn't. Margarite did. I don't know why, but she... She wanted a storm. I tried to hold it back. To protect what I could. I tried to warn her, but she kept going... She wanted it to happen"

"About someone sitting calmly on a roof..? I think Chiron wont care, and that's what matters."

"Hah. Yeah, right. What exactly did Margarite do?!"

"... I guess..."

 "... They murdered a friend of mine. I came to them attempting to talk to them. To convince them to promise safety for my friends, so I could help keep them safe. So we could share in protecting each other. She... Blamed me for it all. Over and over. The yelling... The shouting... Her aggression... And blaming me and the person who died for it all... She was purposely trying to cause emotions. To stir them up. To cause what transpired... She was the only one I killed that day. To protect everyone else as much as I could.. Who are you?"

"Anyways, how are you today?" He closes the book

"Mmm. And why should I tell you my name? Names hold power. But, if you really wanna know, I'm a son of Posiedon."

"... Meh. Nervous. Scared."

 "I told you mine. And I do not plan on using any sort of 'power' against you... A son of Posideon that has been here 40 years? What happened to the deal..?"

".. Itll be okay. I think its almost time..."

"Said deal only aplied to demigod children. Me? I'm a siren."

"Time? For what?"

 "A siren... But still a demigod siren, no..? Its an odd exception, I suppose... But not the first Ive seen with the half gorgon new arrival, I suppose.."

Telepathically (To set and spring the traps on her)

"Well, there was also that Cyclops, and that Perseus kid as well, so Dad didn't really follow that rule quite well."

(O-oh! Yeah... Yeah.)

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samantha is going for a run

elliot is practiceing with their poker

Marcus is commanding a skeleton to practice with him next to elliot. 

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Makana is nearby camp, playing her waterproof drum intermittently as she seems to sing, then stop, then restart with a few changes until she seems satisfied, starting a slightly different part and doing the same <--

Wren is on the roof of Aphrodite, reading a book with a blank cover

Roulette is slithering around the amphitheatre, looking confused 

 A girl with short black hair and oil stained clothes walk up and tries to hide, though unsuccessfully, as her long neck makes her head stick out very visibly. She seems to be enjoying the music.

 The naiad looks to the girl with a smile, waving for her to sit a bit closer as she continues 

 The girl smiles and walks closer, seeming slightly embarrassed she was caught but very happy otherwise.

"Your music is beautiful."

 "Thank you! Though it is still very much a work in progress... Its only the beginning of trying to write a song for my first time!"

 "Well, that's pretty amazing for your first time! I like music, but well, I'm not exactly any good at playing it. My hands are built to build, not to strum guitar or play piano... But that's okay. What's your name? Mine's Charlie."

 "Im called Makana! Its nice to meet you Charlie! And I... I certainly am no good at guitar or piano, either. I destroy most instruments I try to touch with my water.."

 Charlie laughs.

"Well I guess we're in the same boat! Er- well maybe not the best expression... I don't think you'd ever need a boat..."

Charlie seems kind of embarrassed now.

"But seriously, your music is sooo good! I'm jealous. I mean, I can't even sing! Watch,"

Charlie attempts to "sing", which sounds more like a cat being strangled underwater. She laughs.

"See?"

 Makana chuckles "Im sure youre just unpracticed!! Anyone can sing well given enough time and a little bit of help!"

 "I doubt that! But it's okay. I really enjoy listening to music more. I do my best thinking- and for that matter building, to music. Especially metal and rap. But classical when I'm sleeping...." 

She looks up and starts mumbling, then takes out a small trinket and starts tinkering with it furiously.

 "Building? Based on what youre holding there.. Are you an inventor of some kind?"