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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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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.

Just so I know the rules before I accidentally really fuck up.

I mean, human foster parents or friends' parents are kind of different than getting the divine involved.

Fuck human parents. Mine never seemed to care. [Well, her father, sometimes. But she could never predict when that was. And always she prepared too late.]

My half-brother... He claimed that our godly parents never really cared. [It was a tense subject here, given what this belief had actually done.] That we were only around 'cause they needed pawns or some shit.

Sounds like being a demigod's the kind of thing that takes a lot of balls, and that's even before you find out all of this.

[He's got the impression his parents would have cared, so he's not really touching that one. He's not really qualified at any rate.]

Ouch. Not sure I've seen enough to think about that one way or the other. Can I just say I hope that one's not true?

It isn't true. [It can't be. To go through all this hell for a man that doesn't give a shit about her? He'd proven after Luke's death that he did care. Luke was always jealous of how much Hermes seemed to care for her, at least.]

I'm glad then. It seems a little...counterproductive to me if they didn't care. I mean [There's a firm nod there.] here you are, and getting you here, it does seem like it'd be, I don't know, a little harder than the way mortals go about it. I'm glad then.

It used to be different, but I think I like this better.

[She's not even going to address the idea of god sex. She'd walked in on her mother and her not-Hermes father before. Never fun.]

It does seem a whole lot...I don't know, fairer.

It's whatever. [Eponine glances over her shoulder at the door.] I should get back.

Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

It was, uh, nice to meet you.

Right.

[She hops off of the railing and, with a salute, disappears back inside.]