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HALLOWEEN PARTY

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!

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Pff. [ Natalie's never been the type of girl who was particularly into the leather jacket wearing, chain smoking kind of bro. She never pegged herself as someone who would be attracted to pirates because gods, there's a girlish giggle bubbling up from her stomach that she so wants to oppress. Because she's pretty sure Leo will tease her for forever about it.

She tries to tuck spare brown curls back into her hood but to no avail. At least the crown's still in place. ]

You ready to check this out?

Born ready. Let's go!

[ Yep, he's dashing off without her. Better hurry up, Nat. ]

[ This place is teeming with magic and Natalie finds it all kind of delicious. Her skin tingles pleasantly once she enters, catching up with Leo so she can slip her hand into his. It's dark and hard to focus and Natalie can see this as a test, narrowing her eyes as she tries to find the right pathway. ]

This way.

[ He gestures for her to ahead. They've yet to encounter anything scary, and the anticipation's killing him. ]

Okay, lead the way, Misty.

[ As she leads them on, Natalie feels a hot breath on her neck and she turns sharply, only somewhat deterred by her costume. Her breathing slows as she tries to concentrate and something brushes against their ankles, causing her to stumble and take a few short steps. ] ]

[ Leo would have tried to catch her, but he's startled by the touch, hopping away and stumbling with Natalie. But that's just one thing; there's got to be something more interesting. ]

[ She turns slightly and looks down, only to find that the swishy thing belonged to a cat. ]

Seriously? That's such a horror movie tr - [ The words are lost as soon as Natalie lifts her gaze and finds herself face to face with what looks like Norman Bates' mother, who had appeared suddenly with a knife in hand, poised for the next shower scene. ] - Shit.

[ Surprised, Leo takes a step back. ]

I take it your mom's a fan of the classic horror genre.

They are more psychological and full of mind fuckery. [ She suspects Hecate prefers the 60s and 70s horror films compared to the bombast of the 80s but it's not like they have chats about this ever. Natalie lets out a small, nervous laugh. ]

Would've been a good opportunity for a soundtrack here. [ Because the silence and ambient noise makes it extra creepy. ]

No, Nat, this is great. We just need some wolves howling in the distance, some zombies moaning, and we're golden!

[ He loves these things - being scared, as long as his life's not in danger. The sounds are appropriate.

...He might also be amused that Nat's actually getting freaked out. This is her territory, and she looked so smug coming in. At least he's trying not to laugh. ]

[ Hey now. She watched Psycho at a too young age due to lack of parental supervision and the shower scene (and the Bernard Hermann violin stings)

Wolves and zombies and stuff - that, she can handle. She tightens her jaw and presses on. ]

Don't forget a dude in a hockey mask. I'd love that.

Hey, do you think your mom would like Jason or Freddy more?

[ This is an important question. ]

Freddy. No question about it. Killing people in their dreams, I mean come on, that's so freaky.

[ Though she's no expert on the horror genre, Natalie does think Hecate would prefer something more cerebral. Idly, she imagines Hecate and Hades watching scary movies together while Persephone sighs and watches through her fingers. It's an odd but humanizing thought.

The ground seems to shift beneath their feet, like the floorboards want to open up and swallow them. Natalie gasps almost delightedly and hurries forward. ]

Yeah, sounds like something the gods would love.

[ For all he knows, there's a god up there who's actually done that before. Weirdos. Still, he runs after her, stifling a laugh and putting on his most dramatically scared voice. ]

The Underworld! It's trying to trap us!

[ Natalie bursts out laughing because her thoughts tend to run more along the lines of 'how awesome is this?' She can't believe that Hecate actually went through all the trouble of -- was that a Dementor? ]

No way. [ She says breathlessly as a cold settles around her. ]

[ Okay, he knows it's chilly up here in October, but this? This is just unnatural. With a shiver, he looks around suspiciously, but nothing's coming out yet. ]

What?

Ever heard of Dementors from that one series? [ Natalie mumbled, keeping her eyes fixed on the hallway in front of them. Technically nothing is here. It's all pure illusion, but this still sends a shiver down her spin. ]

They suck out your soul, and apparently one's right behind us.

No joke?

[ He wagers a look behind them curiously. Those things are supposed to be super creepy. But still... nothing. Maybe he's not doing this being fooled by the Mist thing right. ]

Wouldn't it be scarier if they, like, jumped out at you or something? They just make the air cold and then drink your soul like a slushie?

[ He's asking for his soul be sucked out, and he knows it. Bring it on Dementor; he has fire on his side. ]

Well, when you put it that way it's not that scary but.

[ Well, when it's looming over them like that and trying to pull her energy - it's probably a good thing that these don't exist in their world (hopefully), because she's pretty sure her mother would rule over them anyway.

What it is, however, is an excellent distraction, because when Natalie decides to pay attention, the ground has completely opened up by her feet with a steep drop waiting for them.]

[ He's still looking for the thing when, still moving forward, but then he feels his foot a distinct lack of ground under his foot that jerks his attention ahead. He nearly stumbles off the side, giving him some really unappealing flashbacks to the Grand Canyon. There's a bit of undignified flailing and some cursing before he finally regains his balance and backs up a few steps to lean against a wall. ]

I need to learn how to do that. [ Natalie breathes admiringly, leaning down to test the space. It feels like it's totally gone, but if she concentrates ... ]

It's just ground. [ She insists, flattening her palm against what looks like a pit of doom. ]

...You sure? Because I'm pretty sure there was nothing there when I almost fell into it. And I have a history with fall off of things. I'd know.

[ Y'know, the magic thing has its high points, but there are some times when Leo finds it hard to buy into it. Notably when it manifests in literally sweeping the floor out from under his feet. ]

This isn't going to be an obstacle course on top of a haunted house, is it?

[ It's her powers against her mother's but if she tries really hard, maybe she can turn it into whatever she wants. Or, rather, what she wants Leo to see.

It takes her a moment but as she kneels at the ledge, she closes her eyes and pictures the scene from where Leo stands, then a bridge forming across the way. No, no, not one of those unwieldy Indiana Jones type things. Something studier. ]

What do you see now?

[ See, this is the magic he likes - magic that isn't out to kill him, or to make him think it's killing him.

...It helps that it's Natalie's magic. ]

Um. A bridge that we should probably cross before the rest of the floor mysteriously vanishes. You can go first, to make sure it's stable and all.

[ Chivalry is so dead. ]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

I'm glad you trust me.

[ Easily, but cautiously, Natalie moves forward. She starts slow, but her gait quickens and she proceeds with more confidence. ]

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