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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Mom Lalonde

[matini]

[Option A]

[Roxanne is at Camp Jupiter doing various things. Flirting with some of the lars, flirting with the campers over 18, enjoying a drink somewhere, and maybe up for an extra lesson in combat if someone's not getting something. Roxanne is pretty versatile compared to most of the Camp, an unusual Roman and child of Venus by their standards, but her experience is pretty invaluable when it comes to teaching.]

[Option B]

[She's managed to charmspeak her way into the Camp, much to Chiron's utter exasperation. Still, she mostly just wants to see her daughter, but she's more than willing to chat with the other Campers. Roxanne can be found anywhere.]

[Option C]

[Choose your own adventure!]

Option B

[cephalopodcounselor]

What are you doing here?

[Rose doesn't need to ask how her mom got into camp. That one is more than simple enough to deduce. She can even hazard a guess as to why, given that she's currently poking her head into the Hecate cabin. But that didn't make her appearance at camp any more wanted.]

[matini]

[She grins and bats her eyes innocently at Rose.]

Checking up on my darling daughter. I miss you!

[cephalopodcounselor]

[A small sigh.]

There are other more efficient ways of contacting me that don't require you flaunting your charmspeak abilities in front of the entire camp.

[matini]

But they're not as fun! Besides, I think Chiron's given up on stopping me by this point, so I might not even have to use it anymore.

[The grin, if possible, got wider.]

How've you been doing, dear?

[cephalopodcounselor]

How fortunate for you.

[Rose remains seated on her bed, a copy of the complete H.P. Lovecraft in her hand.]

Just peachy, mother dearest. [There was enough sarcasm in that comment to choke a drakon.] I was enjoying some fine literature before you interrupted me.

[matini]

How lovely.

[The sarcasm slides off of her like water off a duck.]

I also wanted to know if you were planning on staying here for the year or not.

[cephalopodcounselor]

I'll be staying for the year. And likely the next.

[She might promise to come home for the holidays, if prompted.]

[matini]

[Roxanne nods, expecting the response.]

Okay. Any chance for holiday visits from my favorite daughter? Or I suppose I could come over here to visit.

[cephalopodcounselor]

And give you the opportunity to cause another scene? I'll come home.

[It's much easier to escape back to camp from home than escape from her when she's visiting here.]

[matini]

Oooo, don't be so mean, Rosie. I just want my darling daughter to know I love her. Besides, Mutini misses you, too.

[rued rose gosh]

[cephalopodcounselor]

[She rolls her eyes.]

You already flagrantly disregarded the rules by coming here, why didn't you go the extra mile and bring Mutini with you.

[matini]

Because I didn't want him to get eaten by the harpies or whatever else is in the forest.

[She smiles sweetly.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Why would the bother with eating the cat when they could eat you? The cat's not the one flouting the rules.

[Rose returns the smile, though it's hardly sweet.]

[matini]

The harpies know better, and the monsters wouldn't care if it's a cat or a demigod who got in its way when it's hungry. And, like you, he's a gift.

[Unlike Rose, she can protect the cat better. She knows she can't do the same for her daughter as much as she'd like.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Thanks for comparing me to a cat.

[matini]

Haven't you always been catty?

[She couldn't resist the pun, sorry not sorry Rose.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

Ha. Ha.

[Not amused.]

What a relief it is to everyone that you're not a comedienne.

[matini]

You're precious to me as well. More so than the cat, naturally, but. Well.

[Roxanne shrugs slightly. He's sometimes all the company she has.]

He's part of our family, too.

[cephalopodcounselor]

You're really laying it on thick today, aren't you?

[matini]

I do have a reputation to uphold as a daughter of the love goddess.

[In all honesty, though, she's not quite sure why she's feeling sentimental lately. Perhaps it's her version of a midlife crisis.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

And I have my reputation to uphold as a daughter of the goddess of magic.

[A beat.]

I don't want to know how you managed to get knocked up by a goddess, so please spare me the details.

[matini]

[She can't help grinning, maybe a touch evilly.]

The lovely and bewitching Hecate is the goddess of magic, so it shouldn't be terribly surprising. The secrets to how she gives birth to her children when she's partnered with another woman are hers to tell, though.

[cephalopodcounselor]

Thank the gods you went with the boring answer. I might have had to resort to self-immolation if you'd said anything else.

[shippingmath]

[Chat, or bother? Because Dirk is only available for chatting, not for bothering. In other words, he's busy. Studying, apparently, considering he's got one book in front of him, and a notebook next to it, and he's taking the occasional note as he reads through the thing. But that only means he's a prime target for bothering.]