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halfbloodhill_logs2013-09-15 05:41 pm
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COUNSELOR LOG
Who: All camp counselors, Centurions and Praetors, representatives of the Paths of the Gods, and post-Ragnarok Norse God incarnations.
What: A meeting of counselors.
Where: The Big House
When: September 15, just before dinner.
Why: Even after all the chaos of the last month, traditions are traditions.
Chiron's sent out a special IM today, just before the wake-up call, and it'll probably serve to wake up the rest of the camp, as well. The counselors should be used to this, especially the ones who were counselors of the original cabins - it happens at the end of every summer, the meeting to decide what will be on the beads for the camp's necklace this year. It's a camp tradition, and finally recieving your necklace at the end of the summer is a big deal for first-year campers.
This time, though, Chiron's extended the invitation. Camp Half-Blood has become a sort of safe haven for children of all pantheons of gods to train, meet other children like them, and prepare to rise up against the earth mother who threatens every single one of them. It was only natural that he opened up the floor to the Romans, Egyptians, and Norse.
The Rec Room in the Big House has been set up for the meeting, books and camp records and bowls of Doritos and Cheetos set out on the ping-pong table the campers sit around. A bowl's in the middle with some paper set aside, meant for each counselor to write their vote for the bead's image on it. The votes will be counted and the beads will be made and presented to the campers at the campfire tonight.
Chiron's apartment door is open, and jazz music is playing softly. If one listens in, they can hear him talking, and a low, female voice that may be familiar to some responds. Lupa's here, having taken a leave from her pack for the day to preside over the tattooing ceremonies that will happen at the campfire tonight for her Legion.
Cast your votes and chat amongst yourselves, counselors. And don't hog all the Cheetos.
What: A meeting of counselors.
Where: The Big House
When: September 15, just before dinner.
Why: Even after all the chaos of the last month, traditions are traditions.
Chiron's sent out a special IM today, just before the wake-up call, and it'll probably serve to wake up the rest of the camp, as well. The counselors should be used to this, especially the ones who were counselors of the original cabins - it happens at the end of every summer, the meeting to decide what will be on the beads for the camp's necklace this year. It's a camp tradition, and finally recieving your necklace at the end of the summer is a big deal for first-year campers.
This time, though, Chiron's extended the invitation. Camp Half-Blood has become a sort of safe haven for children of all pantheons of gods to train, meet other children like them, and prepare to rise up against the earth mother who threatens every single one of them. It was only natural that he opened up the floor to the Romans, Egyptians, and Norse.
The Rec Room in the Big House has been set up for the meeting, books and camp records and bowls of Doritos and Cheetos set out on the ping-pong table the campers sit around. A bowl's in the middle with some paper set aside, meant for each counselor to write their vote for the bead's image on it. The votes will be counted and the beads will be made and presented to the campers at the campfire tonight.
Chiron's apartment door is open, and jazz music is playing softly. If one listens in, they can hear him talking, and a low, female voice that may be familiar to some responds. Lupa's here, having taken a leave from her pack for the day to preside over the tattooing ceremonies that will happen at the campfire tonight for her Legion.
Cast your votes and chat amongst yourselves, counselors. And don't hog all the Cheetos.