HALLOWEEN PARTY

[halfbloodhillmods]

Who: The entire camp!
What: Mr. D has moved up his festival of Apokries to coincide with Halloween! It's time to party! Where: All around the camp!
When: Thursday, October 31st
Why: Because, why not?

It was decided earlier in the month that to coincide with the holiday of Halloween, and to give campers a bit of fun after all this nonsense, that Mr. D would be holding his festival of Apokries early! As such the entire camp has been decked out in all sorts of spoooooky decorations.

It's as though a carnival has been set up over night, with music and food all around. There are satyrs and nymphs handing out candy at cabins (smarties for Athena, warheads for Ares, ect.) for any people wanting to trick or treat,  and campers running around in costumes. 

The ampitheatre has once again become a designated dancing spot, and Apollo might have returned to DJ, the arena miiiight have been transformed into a bit of a Haunted House (with special thanks to Hecate), and Demeter has set up a corn maze for campers to navigate through! 

It's time to have some fun! 

Comments

Re: THE CABINS

[wokethedragon]

[Dany's taken it upon herself to help out the satyrs near the Hephaestus cabin that are handing out Red Hots by corralling some of the younger campers towards the cabin. Eventually, though, she decides to join them, seating herself on the grass. She's matching Jehan today, dressed as the fairy queen Titania from A Midsummer Night's Dream.]

[unstinting]

[Alcuin perches on stump next to her, more mindful of his costume. But he can't abandon his fairy queen, can he?]

Tired of herding children?

[wokethedragon]

A queen does need her rest.

[She gives him a little smile and reaches into the bowl of candy that a satyr is doling it out from, passing him a Red Hot.]

[unstinting]

And you are every inch a queen tonight.

[He accepts it with a half-bow and a little smile.]

[wokethedragon]

[Oh! Now that will spread a soft blush across her cheeks - it's not that she's embarassed, but it is a high compliment for her. She accepts it gracefully, bowing her head as well before straightening up again.]

I'm quite glad you've decided to join myself and Jehan.

[unstinting]

Well, it was better than being Ken.

[He adores his sisters, but he was not going to be the Ken to their Barbies.]

[wokethedragon]

Ken...

[She shakes her head. She'd never played with those sorts of dolls as a child. Viserys wouldn't allow it.]

I'm not sure I understand.

[unstinting]

Some of the little girls in my cabin are dressing up as Barbie and her friends. They wanted me to be their Ken, but... no. My hair is all wrong, for one.

[And he's not willing to smile or look so plastic.]

[wokethedragon]

No, I understand who Barbie is. She is a mortal doll, is she not? But...who is Ken?

[unstinting]

Oh, he's her boyfriend. As I have been reliably informed.

[He never knew that before he met his siblings either.]

[wokethedragon]

I wasn't aware that dolls could be in...intimate relationships with eachother.

[The idea is so silly, she has to laugh a bit.]

[unstinting]

I think it's just imaginary.

[He smiles a little.]

Everyone in the cabin was very excited by the opportunity to dress up, though. Some of them have spent weeks on their costumes.

[wokethedragon]

That does not surprise me in the least. Fashion is your forte.

[She shrugs a bit.]

I must say that...I do not have much experience with this holiday, but I am enjoying myself. I do truly feel like a queen tonight.

[unstinting]

I suppose it is. I just threw this together because Jehan asked, though.

[He smiles, pleased that she's having a good time at least.]

It suits you very well. You have a regal bearing.

[wordtechgodhood]

Hey, Dany.

[Been a while since he spoke to this girl (though how the child of a god of time measures a 'while' can really be said to be under suspect), and he doesn't stand on ceremony, seating himself beside her.

He's currently dressed as Santa, sans the beard, which is visible sticking out of one of his pockets.

It itched.]

[wokethedragon]

Dave! Hello.

[She looks up from her candy bowl to him, giving him a little smile...and then tilting her head.]

Why are you dressed as a...young Santa Claus, I assume?

[wordtechgodhood]

Clean shaven.

[He smirks, glancing at her over the tops of his shades.]

And because Santa is the creepiest ancient mofo in children's literature and I will not be persuaded otherwise.