HALLOWEEN PARTY

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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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[ospreyed]

Or just very stupid, [She remarks, sashaying her way over to him. She's taller than usual now, thanks, ridiculous high heels!]

Of course I do. When don't I have plans, wild or otherwise, Johnny? [She looks him up and down like she's planning on having him for dinner.]

[suburbias]

( Sashay your heart out, Eponine. Johnny will ogle. Gladly. Sorry about it. )

Good point. ( He can practically feel her eyes raking over him, succeeding in not visibly reacting other than a small clearing of his throat. You want him for dinner? He's yours. Wait -- what? No, no, he's supposed to be good tonight. No. Okay. They're good. )

I bet my plans are wilder and crazier than yours though. ( He leans in a little closer, whisper conspiratorially: ) I've been handing out candy to campers. All. Night.

( The sarcasm is strong with this one. )

[ospreyed]

[Oh no, he's not sorry at all, don't even try.

Halloween was made to misbehave on, okay? So what if it was his dad's festival. It was his dad's camp, and he certainly hadn't been good the whole time. He'd been getting himself into all sorts of trouble.

Also, pretty sure we just named Eponine's vag.]

Woah there, Johnny boy. You better slow down before you hurt yourself. [She glances down, sizing him up, then looking back to meet his eyes.]

[suburbias]

( Yeah, no, he's actually really not sorry. But he's a dumb teenaged boy, so it's to be expected.

Trouble-inducing ladyparts or not, his dad's camp or not, Johnny's set on not making a mess of his life tonight; no, no, he's done quite enough over the past few weeks. At least he's kind of self-aware. Sort of. )

Yeah, yeah, that's what everyone says. I'm out of control tonight. ( There's a dramatic sort of eye roll for added effect, and all he can do, really, is grin sheepishly as her eyes rake over him. )

[ospreyed]

Your putting dear old Mr. D to shame. [Oh boy, he's still got it hard for her. But tonight's not for you, Johnny. There are other boys out there, and as easy as she is, she's quite the tease just the same. You can't have people thinking you're desperate.

No way. You gotta let them chase you.]

Can I help you with something?

[suburbias]

( Hah. Keeping up Mr. D's good(?) name is the absolute last thing Johnny's looking to do.

His expression falls immediately at her question, though, brow furrowing slightly, looking almost annoyed. ) Just wanted to say hey, I guess.

( Johnny will learn his lesson the hard way soon enough. Lesson one: don't get so easily attached to people, places, and things. Lesson two: don't mess with girls like Éponine; it'll only end in disaster. )

[ospreyed]

[Yeah. Just as she suspected. She grins.] Well 'hey' to you, too.

[Oh, don't worry. She'll repeat the experience. But twice in a row so quickly? With a kid that clearly likes her? Gods forbid people get the wrong impression of her.]

Got room for dancing in that wild night of yours? Or a drink?

[suburbias]

( That knowing little grin of hers just makes him scowl even more. Damnit. )

Maybe just a drink. Like I said, I'm a very busy guy. ( With a careless shrug, he traipses over to the refreshments table, avoiding Daddy Dearest's gaze like the plague once again. And, as much as Johnny just wants to pout and sulk and blah blah blah, he'll do the Right Thing and pour Eponine some punch before getting some for himself.

Sighing, he folds his arms, cup in hand. ) Cheers, right?

[ospreyed]

Lots of candy to hand out.

[The thing about this punch? Is that there wasn't any alcohol in it. Y'know what her costume had?

A utility belt.

Y'know what was in that utility belt?

A flask.

Her back to Mr. D, she fished out the flask and uncapped it, pouring some into both cups. It wasn't until she recapped it that she held it up to him.] Yeah. Cheers.

[And a drink.]

[suburbias]

Tons. Just tons.

( Oh, and she has alcohol. Good. He's probably gonna need it once he inevitable sulks away and realizes that things are not quite how he's idealized them in his head. Without so much as a thought towards his godly parent, Johnny raises the cup slightly in a mock toast, downing a large sip of his drink with only a small cringe this time around. )

Gods, Ep, where do you even get this shit?

[ospreyed]

[Did he honestly think they were going to be some happy couple now? While that may have been what happened on TV, it wasn't how it actually went down in her book. Sex was something to do for fun. There was no emotional connection needed at all. Sure, Johnny was cute and she liked hanging out with him, but that was that.

She copies him, taking just as big a sip.]

I'm Hermes' kid. [She had taken to running down to the local gas-station down the high-way. They had all sorts of alcohol and cigarettes, enough to keep her in business. It wasn't hard when a) she'd been doing this sort of shit her entire life b) she was, as she'd said, Hermes' daughter, and c) had enhanced speed and stealth.]

[suburbias]

( Yeah, yeah, she's got her ways, but cut the kid some slack. This is all brand spankin' new for him -- not just the sex part (because duh), but the whole ... liking someone thing. The maybe liking someone thing. Johnny's gotta figure out the ropes for himself some time, even if it doesn't necessarily go the way he might want. )

Who knew alcohol-and-cigarette-conjuring was a Hermes kid thing? Jeez. Way to make a Dionysus kid feel lame. ( He's mostly joking. Yeah, he gets that she steals it from somewhere, but elaborate further and he'll probably be even more impressed. )

[ospreyed]

[We'll see. This is all just old hat for her. Which was a pity, given how young she was.]

Hermes is also the God of Cigarettes. What a lovely pair we make, hmm? [She takes a drink, before adding,] it's not hard to sneak off the grounds.

[suburbias]

( He snorts. ) Yeah, a really lovely pair.

( But that last part makes him think. Sneaking out? Hmm... ) I thought we were, like, even more forbidden than usual to leave grounds after the whole big ... ordeal. You've still never been caught?

[ospreyed]

We are.

[She shrugs.] I'm really good at what I do, Johnny. Don't forget that. Even without Hermes' help, I was raised by wolves.

[suburbias]

( Taking a sip of his drink, he (correctly) assumes that she doesn't mean real wolves. But, like. Weirder shit goes on here with people at camp. Still. )

Well, if I were you and could peace out whenever I wanted, I wouldn't just go for cigarettes and shit. I'd probably just leave and never come back.

[ospreyed]

I'm plannin' on it. Just biiiiding my time. Because I'm going to get the fuck outta here. [They'd discussed this.]

But for now, cigs and booze.

[suburbias]

Fair enough, I guess.

( He's not sure if he'd have enough patience to bide his time at all. )

You planning on telling anyone before you go?

[ospreyed]

I'd never tell anyone before I went.

[If she left camp, if she killed herself, which was always an option.]

[suburbias]

Well, that'd be pretty shitty, I think. ( Johnny takes another sip of his drink. Casually. It's very casual. What a casual conversation. ) Some people might want to know.

[ospreyed]

Why?

[More of her drink.] No one here actually genuinely gives a shit about me.

[suburbias]

You have friends...

( Like Some People. Not mentioning any names. )

[ospreyed]

[She turns to him.] When push comes to shove, would you be heartbroken if I up and disappeared? And never came back?

[suburbias]

Heartbroken?

( Wait, what? Whaaaat. What. He doesn't -- okay, maybe he does have a little crush that he knows it's stupid to have, but --

There's a hint of a scowl now. )

If you'd be happier out there, then I'm sure no one -- not even me -- would object to that. But it'd be nice to know freaking let people - your friends, or whoever, know that you're okay once you get out. That's all I'm saying.

[ospreyed]

Everyone will forget about me after the first day.

[She smirks, finishing off her drink which, by now, is mostly alcohol.]

Besides, when I get out, you'll know, 'cause I'll be smiling.