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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.

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No. We won't.

[She looks off, her eyes stony.]

You've never been in battle before, have you?

Hey, you think like that, and you're already letting them win.

[He's looking back, his own gaze steady.]

I have, actually. The Battle of Brooklyn House. Vlad the Inhaler, no, seriously, that's one of the things he was called, sent a bunch of goons after all of us initiates. He wanted all of us out of the way so he could summon Apophis. Because we were all there, well, naturally we had to be punished for learning our crafts. But, we held them off.

Admittedly, I wasn't in the range of combat so much as I was in the range of sending out distractions, and letting rats at them to cause some chaos but... I've at least seen something like it before. And I've seen defenses work. I don't know very much about werewolves, but...I'd say we've got a shot.

That's not what I meant.

[She's got her eyes trained on the ground now.]

Last summer, Kronos attacked Olympus. The gods were fighting on another front, and it was just us who had to defend Olympus. We went up against monsters, our half-siblings, you name it... The point is: You don't come out of these unscathed. There are casualties. We're not going to be alright.

If no one on our side dies for once? I'd consider that a victory.

[Feuilly's nod at that is serious. He'd heard about what had happened there, of course, and of the casualties. They'd been luckier at Brooklyn House, certainly, but still.]

Well, then not completely. But if we start by making sure that nothing happens here, we'll have done something to contribute to that, right? And I would say that's a victory, definitely. It's what we're hoping for, right?

Right.

We always hope for it. But that's not how war works. Not how battles are.

Not usually, I'll admit that.

But I'm willing to bet that most people who go into them, who orchestrate them have to have some sort of hope that things are going to be worth it.

We can hope.

We can hope and I can conjure rat armies and send a few instances of defensive spells out. This cabin, at least. We'll make sure it's okay.

Yeah. We will. Like I said, I promised Charlie he wouldn't get hurt. Or me.

[Feuilly's nod at her is very firm indeed.]

Then we'd better make sure both of those happen.

Charlie's the only one worried about me getting hurt.

I wouldn't say that. I'm pretty worried about that too, especially now that I've met you. If we go back to back though...I could keep a better eye on you then.

...You're just going to start caring for me? Because you just met me?

Hey, right now, it's everybody in this camp that I"m worried about. You, a little more personally now that I've met you. You seem like a good person, I mean, judging by Charlie. [He's pretty now that she's the friend Charlie asked about on the IM.]

Charlie has really shit taste in friends, but don't tell him I said that.

[She wanted a cigarette]

Gods I want a fucking cigarette.

I don't know. I'm kind of inclined to go with his judgement on this. He seems pretty reasonable.

Too bad I can't exactly magic one of THOSE up then.

Well you don't know me.

If you could, that'd make you my best friend. But prohibitions been invoked. Fucking bullshit.

Not yet, anyway.

Yeah, that one's got to be Hell. ...Am I allowed to say things like that here or is mentioning other cultural underworlds taboo?

You won't care about me when you do.

Yeah, we can say that. As far as I care.

You might be surprised. I guess I might too, to be fair, but. We'll see, I guess?

Oh good. I hate to offend anybody here

Zeus is going to strike you down where you stand. Gimme a break.

Okay, yeah, probably not. I was thinking more Hades rises up from the ground and calls me presumptuous and then takes action. But I'll take that NOT being the option, definitely.

Dude.

The gods have way more important shit on their hands than smiting us. If they didn't, I'm pretty sure I'd have gotten a lecture or two from my father.

Well, but from the perspective of judgemental intruder. Not that I'm all that special but. It kind of feels like putting your feet on the table in somebody else's house, so it's better to make sure?

I guess? I've never been a well-behaved guest.