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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

Comments

The Porch Of Demeter Cabin

[polishfan]

[Feuilly's headed over to Demeter. He's not as up on his combat to take a directly offensive approach, but he's skilled enough to be somewhat useful and not just hang around waiting, so, after passing out what charms he had made to everyone he could, it seemed better to act as some sort of protection if possible. He can distract well enough with his magic to at least divert any attackers, so he's waiting, alert, on the cabin steps, staff at the ready, should that be needed.

For now, he's simply keeping watch, and waiting, ready to go at the moment he's required. Nothing's getting through to the campers here if he can help it though. Nothing.]

[ospreyed]

Oy, Feuilly. [Eponine sticks her head out of the Demeter Cabin where she's been holled up with the kids on babysitting duty.]

What's the word. I'm itching to hear it. [She could run, quick, see what was going on. She was the daughter of the messenger god, after all, so it's driving her crazy, not being able to know what's going on. She doesn't know about the non-Artemis Hunters that have stormed the camp or any of it.]

[polishfan]

Hey.

[He's not turning to answer, which feels a little weird, but vigilance, you know?]

Not a lot of anything, yet. I wish I'd thought about trying to do some charmwork on the door here. It might have been a decent added touch. Right now though? I think we wait. And hope we stay bored waiting.

How's everything inside?

[ospreyed]

It's fine. Charlie's built a fort and he and Naomi are probably one more snickers away from a sugar high.

[If she could get any sort of high right now, that'd be swell. Or at least just have something to smoke.]

I'm clawing at the walls here. I hate being cooped up. [She was something of a claustrophobe.]

[polishfan]

Oh sugar high sounds, actually pretty great for them right now. Less chance to be freaked out if they crash.

[Cause he doesn't want panicked younger campers having to deal with that, really. Seems unfair. And as far as Eponine goes, well.]

Wanna come out to the porch? Heard we're pretty clear for the moment.

[ospreyed]

Ideally, they'd all be asleep, but what can you do?

[Eponine has seen battle first hand a few times over, now. Sitting out is new for her, and she is. Not. A. Fan. But she can't fight right now. That much is painfully obvious to everyone who really knows her.

With a glance over her shoulder, she shuts the door as quietly as a child of Hermes can, and slides out on to the porch.]

To top it all off, it's a nice night.

[polishfan]

Yeah, I don't think anybody's gonna be getting that much sleep right now. We didn't at Brooklyn House when we were fighting, that's for sure.

[His experiences there taught Feuilly that he's better in a back up role of all things. While he's confident he can handle stragglers if they come close to the cabin, that was the time he learned the extent of his magic and abilities and really, what they were suited to. The tension beforehand is the same though. Maybe that's something that never goes away.

At any rate, he's giving Eponine a little smile, tense, but a smile and a real one, as she slips out to join him.]

It really is. Kind of crazy, isn't that?

[ospreyed]

You never really can. But we can hope, when they crash.

[She moves over to the railing, sitting on it.]

There's always irony in things like that. But I like the night best of all. It's... peaceful. I like the feeling of knowing everyone's asleep and I have the world to myself.

[polishfan]

And with any luck, it'll stay quiet enough to let them. That'd be the best for all the little ones, really.

[Well, "little' is kind of subjective but...younger than him anyway.]

It can be, most of the time. It's even more like that when you're wandering through a city, I think, and actually get the evidence that almost everybody is. Well, I guess not the people who make donuts, maybe...

[ospreyed]

Little ones? [She raises an eyebrow. She's tiny, but she's fierce.]

It is. [But, donuts? Really, Feuilly? The hell is wrong with you?]

Even in Brooklyn, it gets quiet.

[polishfan]

The under fourteen or so set, yeah. The ones who haven't had as much time to get used to, well, all of this stuff. Everybody else who isn't fighting for whatever reason, well, that's different. Not that I want everybody else terrified or anything either, but...

[There's a shrug. And yeah, donuts. All bakeries, really, come to think of it. And pretzel places, sometimes.]

Yeah, yeah it does. Manhattan's got its moments like that too. Kind of nice. This could be nice too, on any other night.

[ospreyed]

Yeah. It is different.

[Okay, Feuilly, you should probably stop talking.]

Yeah, I'll say. Cold, clear. I wish I was out.

[polishfan]

Cause I'm pretty sure you could give them a run for their money.

[And that's a true statement there, not patronizing her or anything else. It's just...an observation, really. And yeah, definitely changing the subject from baked goods, before he wants them.]

Out with them, or out there?

[ospreyed]

I can.

[She looks out across the cabins.]

Either. Both. Why limit myself? Right now, I'd settle for fighting.

[polishfan]

[He thought so somehow, yeah. Eponine seems a lot tougher than she looks, somehow. If he knew all the details, like that she was the friend in question Charlie had mentioned, for instance, he'd think that even more.]

Well, hey. They get close, we might all need you. I've got a vague idea what I'm doing but it falls in the realm of distraction.

[ospreyed]

Yeah, same with Charlie back there. [She gestures.] He's good with a sling-shot, but that'll do nothing more than make him an easy target.

And I promised him nothing would happen to him.

[polishfan]

And it won't. I know a little more of what I'm doing that we can keep everybody we need to safe. [And if not? He's willing to risk it.] . He'll be all right. All of us will.

[somatophylax]

[During his patrols around the cabins, Hephaistion decides to make a pass by the Demeter cabin where he knew the non-combatants were holing up. He sees that someone has undertaken the task of personal guard for them, and Hephaistion nods his approval as he passes.]

Nothing nearby yet. That's the good news so far.

[polishfan]

[Feuilly's returning the nod with a little wave in Hephastion's direction.]

That's definitely a relief. Hope that keeps up for a while if it can be helped.

[somatophylax]

[While on high alert was not the right time to be making new friends, but Hephaistion only recognized Demeter's guard in passing. One of the magicians, if he recalled correctly. He comes closer to the cabin, eyes and ears still strained for any signs of trouble, to speak briefly with him.]

Not to interrupt either of our duties, but I would like to thank you by name for undertaking this watch.

[polishfan]

I'm Feuilly. Path of Ptah. And you?

[Maybe not the right time to make friends, but hey, it'll save on awkwardness later. Because Feuilly's probably bound to try to make you his friend.]

[somatophylax]

[He was right to remember magician, although the name Ptah was unfamiliar. He would file that away for later.]

Hephaistion. Son of Athena. Good to meet you, Feuilly. When this is over, maybe we could meet more properly. Not a good time, and all that, but I'm glad to see you watching over the cabin.

[polishfan]

I would like that, yes.

[In spite of the situation, Feuilly IS offering something of a smile.] Hephaistion. It's good to meet you. This...seemed the least I could do.

[somatophylax]

More than the least, I'd say. [His lips quirk to a bit of a smile as well, then he nods. Time to be back on patrol]

I'll likely stay close to earshot if anything were to happen. Call if you need help, or I'll shout to warn you. Take care of yourself.

[polishfan]

I will do that, yes.

And you be certain you are doing the same!