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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[420]

[He really does try to pay attention, honest! She is a friend of his and you gotta listen to your friends. But the words and concepts she is using, such as stimulants and depressants and chemistry and ADHD and shit all the words, really, are so difficult that soon he finds his mind drifting, drifting back to the little sproutlings between his legs, god they are so fuckin' awesome. Just look at those tiny lil' plants being all tiny and shit. Just a little adding of miracles and they shoot up. Can anyone explain that? No. No you can't cause that is fuckin' magic. And magic don't need no explanation.

He finally realizes that Rose stopped talking and is probably waiting for a response. To which all he can do is raise his head again, rubbing the back of his neck a bit.]

Shit, sorry, what was that what you was speaking about, a motherfucker done all went into his zone for a bit there, haha.

[cephalopodcounselor]

[She rolls her eyes, but honestly, she's not surprised he zoned out.]

In brief: drugs don't affect everyone the same. Keep the brownies out of the reach of any of the demigods.

[420]

[He looks down on his plants, and ponders that. He'd really like to share regardless of what Chiron had said. Shit, sharing was just the greatest, you know?]

Even if they wanna? Just sayin', sis, it don't up and feel right to not be sharing out these motherfuckin' miracles what I got. I ain't some greedy motherfucker.

[cephalopodcounselor]

Then I suggest you share them with the other satyrs or with that young centaur. Sharing them with the campers would be a grievous error; one likely to put you at the mercy of both Chiron and Mr D.

[420]

[He pauses and thinks on that. Aight, so he digs them both, he really does. He even digs Mr D. regardless of his... well, everything. Motherfucker was a fuckin' snappy-ass dresser, and Dionysus and Satyrs had always had that connection. And Chiron well...

Gamzee liked ponies? Also part of nature and all!

But still, those could be some frightful motherfuckers when they got their harsh on.

He shudders. He might have to play pinocle again. And Mr D had gotten so grumpy last time when Gamzee had slowly eaten his hand of cards.]

I think I'm seeing at what you be meaning here, sis.

[cephalopodcounselor]

[A small but nonetheless pleased smile crosses Rose's lips.]

I'm glad you're coming to understand.

[420]

Got me a good motherfucker for teaching me those learnings.