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

[clearasil]

Hey, Jackson, nice legs!

[ Natalie yells from where she sits on the stone bench outside the Hecate cabin with a bag of candy in her lap. She's currently popping Skittle after Skittle into her mouth, thankful she went with the literary footie pajamas instead of something that required her to actually suck in her stomach or something. Hey, her house has Milky Way bars so she won't be leaving for some time. ]

Where's your better half?

[againstallodds]

Nice little-kid outfit, Nat. [Hey, she's not immune from the teasing at all. That's definitely a smirk on his face as he makes his way over to the Hecate cabin to sit (carefully) next to her on the bench. Don't wanna make anything explode, after all.] So what're you supposed to be, a five-year-old James Austin or something?

[Yes, he means Jane Austen. Literature is not Percy's strong suit.]

[clearasil]

Normally I'd gracefully accept your comeback but that was the worst lit reference I've ever heard. There were no monsters in Jane Austen. Where the Wild Things Are isn't even in the same genre and I'm totally surprised no one ever read it to you as a kid.

[ She sticks her tongue out at him. ]

[againstallodds]

Where the Wild Things Are? I thought you were a cow! [...He's serious about that. Percy, one day, you're gonna get smacked.] Where's the- oh, uhh, there's the crown.

[clearasil]

[ Oh my gods, Percy, why is she even friends with you. ]

Good job. [ She says flatly, adjusting said crown. ] How have you not been banned from making rounds yet?

[againstallodds]

[Because when he's not being an idiot he's surprisingly smart and endearing? Not to mention loyal even when he is being an idiot.]

I sneak up at the busy times. [See this, Nat? This is a long string of blue saltwater taffy that he's stuffing in his mouth, while grinning.] They'll probably catch on soon, but until then, I'm saving drachma at the camp store.