Camp Half Blood

[shippingmath]

Welcome, Demigods!

"If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Being a half-blood is dangerous."

[Basically, if you've ever wanted to throw your character into the world of Heroes of Olympus, now you can! Make them a Greek demigod! Make them Roman! Make them a Satyr if you want. Just make it so that they've always been here (If they have, all the better for them.) Post with a few options, or let people respond with their own! Have fun.]

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[shippingmath]

It'd be pretty impossible to be here if I weren't.

[He doesn't sound too snappy about it, at least.]

I'm a child of Athena.

[shippingmath]

[Dirk follows along behind.]

Bunker?

[It's not something campers thought to mention to a new child of Athena, obviously.]

[shippingmath]

Then there's nothing left for me. I've lost all of my gods-given gifts. There's no hope. I'll be the laughingstock of the entire camp, and it's all your fault, Rose. You're cruel beyond measure.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Yes, of course. My mistake.

[Equius mentally kicks himself. Of course he's a camper, what else would he be?]

That's a fine goddess. Very wise.

[The Party Ponies might not approve of her, but Equius likes her.]

[fundemetal]

[He nods and heads into the woods.]

Bunker 9. I discovered it back in December. But it's been there for a couple centuries.

[cephalopodcounselor]

There are still plenty of people here at camp that you could outwit in your sleep, Dirk. However, I'm afraid none of them reside in your cabin.

How am I cruel? It is not my fault that you haven't been practicing your verbal repartee. You have a cabin full of potential silver-tongued sparring partners at your fingertips. I am but one adversary on this vast field of wits spread before you.

how sexy

[420]

Dig those?

[Not that Gamzee can disagree with him, greenery tastes delicious. Almost as delicious as plastic bottles. Fuck, plastic bottles were just the holy grail of dining to him though. He was always scrounging them off the campers.]

[420]

Shit, bro, you ain't as to all be informed what chill-making miracles these lil' bros can make happen at a motherfucker?


[Seriously, Dirk, are you that dense? Why the fuck do you think anyone grows mary jane. It ain't for the pretty flowers, let me tell you that.]

[420]

Ain't nothing but chillness at here, sister, so you park your glutes down for however long you be wanting to.

[He doesn't mind sharing his cool little zoning space.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Thank you. Aside from chilling, what are you up to?

[Rose really doesn't have to ask, she has eyes and can see what plant is growing at his feet.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Plastic bottles, gross. Those things will add up on your hips, Gamzee, just you wait.]

Yes. They're very good.

[He offers a handful to Gamzee.]

Want some?

[420]

[Don't you come to him about things going to your hips, horsebutt. Besides, he is only thirty, he's still got a couple of decades before he has to start worrying about things like that.]

Sure, man.

[He reaches over to pluck half the dandelions from Equius' fingers, dropping them down his gullet with relish. Delicious greens.]

[420]

Just getting my grow on for some all natural miracles here. See, a brother was thinking I got me a hole in my foodsack for some sweet baking later, you know? Gotta get my shit together for that.

[Need pot to make pot brownies, it is simple science magic.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Stop looking at his butt, it is a very fine, very STRONG horsebutt.]

You should grow useful plants like this more often.

[Especially for him. Become his own personal salad bar, Gamzee.]

[420]

[You can't control him like that. Fertility is a satyr thing, okay? Okay.]

You think? Shit, if you say so, bro, then I'm down with that.

[Gamzee is still completely willing to go along with what he is saying. Until he forgets he was going to go along with that. Probably will take about a day and a half.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Excellent.

[Equius is quite pleased by this turn of events.]

There's a patch of soil behind my trailer where you could practice.

[420]

Fertilized?

[well... it was good for the plants?]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Not at the moment, no.

It... could be?

[Recycling!]

[shippingmath]

She's my mom. You won't be hearing anything but praise from me.

[Well, no, having a godly parent isn't anywhere near sunshine and rainbows all the time, but of all the godly parents he could have, Athena is far from the worst, in Dirk's opinion.]

[shippingmath]

[He smirks.]

So you're inviting me to your secret hideout. I feel so special.

[shippingmath]

It's cruel that you've cast me aside like so much offal, without even extending a helping hand. Seriously, think of all the blackmail you could get on my by offering your assistance. All of it, Lalonde. And you'd pass it up so easily.

[shippingmath]

I am fully informed. Which is why I'm wondering why you're doing it here. Someone's probably obligated to blow you into smithereens for that.

[fundemetal]

[He grins as they walk deeper into the woods.]

You should. I can count the number of campers on one hand that have been in there. Well, aside from the other Hephaestus kids. Couldn't keep it all to myself.

[Soon they will come to what looks like a dead end - a big stone cliff as tall as an aircraft hangar.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Just be careful that the "sweet baking" doesn't wind up in the hands of any of the Hermes kids. Last thing we need is a bunch of stoned thieves running around camp.

[Baking in all it's forms is simple science magic.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

If you believe that I'm going to fall for that ruse of yours, you're seriously mistaken. Blackmailing me into helping you improve your wits by offering me blackmail material on you is quite the fool's gambit.