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halfbloodhill_logs2014-02-21 12:54 pm
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TALENT SHOW.
Who: Everyone!
What: The first Camp Half-Blood talent show.
Where: The Arena
When: February 21
After some delays, the camp wide talent show is finally set to go. Or, as Annabeth would call it, CHB Factor, complete with three guests judges to give critique a la the standard reality competition. In the arena is a big stage with the judges’ table off to the side, with seats for Juniper, Mr. D, and Tai. And technically only one of them is actually equipped to do any real judging, but the other two are around to keep the mood light. The performers have a backstage area to prepare themselves for an afternoon of entertainment, leave their instruments or other various props they might need during the show.
The Emcee of the evening is Gabriel Novak. (Much to Annabeth’s chagrin, though she did agree that he would be a more entertaining choice than, well, herself.) She also would like to thank Jason for the idea and Merlin for his rounding up efforts, particularly for a few “secret” performances on the way. This seems to be a good cross-pantheon effort and the excitement in the air is tangible. One can’t help but be proud of their community for coming together for both the good and the bad.
There will be a nice after party after the show, which includes the standard dinner set up buffet style in the middle of camp as well as a large chocolate fountain surrounded by fruits, cakes, and other things to dip into the melted sweet stuff.
Enjoy today, everyone. You deserve a break.
What: The first Camp Half-Blood talent show.
Where: The Arena
When: February 21
After some delays, the camp wide talent show is finally set to go. Or, as Annabeth would call it, CHB Factor, complete with three guests judges to give critique a la the standard reality competition. In the arena is a big stage with the judges’ table off to the side, with seats for Juniper, Mr. D, and Tai. And technically only one of them is actually equipped to do any real judging, but the other two are around to keep the mood light. The performers have a backstage area to prepare themselves for an afternoon of entertainment, leave their instruments or other various props they might need during the show.
The Emcee of the evening is Gabriel Novak. (Much to Annabeth’s chagrin, though she did agree that he would be a more entertaining choice than, well, herself.) She also would like to thank Jason for the idea and Merlin for his rounding up efforts, particularly for a few “secret” performances on the way. This seems to be a good cross-pantheon effort and the excitement in the air is tangible. One can’t help but be proud of their community for coming together for both the good and the bad.
There will be a nice after party after the show, which includes the standard dinner set up buffet style in the middle of camp as well as a large chocolate fountain surrounded by fruits, cakes, and other things to dip into the melted sweet stuff.
Enjoy today, everyone. You deserve a break.
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[Merlin piles his plate up quickly with sandwiches and chips and cookies and fruit. It's more than one teenage boy should be able to eat in a day, demigod or not. He settles across from the blond, stretching his legs out underneath the table.]
So is this the part where we start wearing each other's clothes?
[He looks Arthur up and down while thoughtfully crunching on a pickle slice.]
'Cause you'd look good in black.
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Please.
[ Arthur scoffs. ]
When your father's my father you learn that black is only appropriate for tuxedos and funerals.
[ He's not even kidding. Arthur owns one black suit and one tuxedo; the rest of his wardrobe is made up of navy to lights blues, reds, browns, and chinos. There's a lot of Ralph Lauren, okay, but then there has to be when one's intending to fit in at the country club. That's just the way of it. ]
Besides, as if any of your clothes would fit me. I'm not made of twigs and liquorice.
[ As Merlin so obviously is. Arthur crosses his legs under the table and peels open a sandwich to scrape out the butter. Good thing he picked up a plastic knife. ]
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What're you doing?
[He manages to rasp that much out before taking a drink of water to clear his throat. He looks from the plastic knife to Arthur's face, disbelief etched across his own.]
You're scraping out the best part! Give it here.
[Merlin opens up his bread. Do it.]
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Merlin.
[ Have a flat, vaguely disgusted look. ]
I'm not giving you my second-hand butter.
[ Ridiculous. Preposterous, even. No, instead of doing as he's told Arthur wipes off his knife on the edge of his plate, looking thoroughly unimpressed by the amount of butter used in his sandwich in the first place. ]
And I bet your cholesterol's all over the place.
[ All right, so he still doesn't really know what cholesterol is, but when he's at home his father makes ever such a fuss about it. Really, it's no wonder Arthur binges on sweets. ]
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[That's as far as Merlin's protest gets. He looks at the butter (perfectly good butter despite his "second-hand" business) a little mournfully.
But a sudden thought perks him right up.]
Hey, does that count as our first lover's spat?
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What do you mean "lover's spat"?
[ He lifts an eyebrow at Merlin as he puts his de-buttered sandwich back together. Does that mean what he thinks (hopes) it means? After all, neither one of them has actually said it yet. ]
Do you actually want to ... [ He makes a vague gesture, and yes, this really is more difficult when he actually like-likes the other person. ] Go out with me?
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Aren't we on a date right now?
[After all there's food and conversation and playing footsies under the-damn, he forgot about that. Merlin stretches his leg out and starts rubbing it furiously against Arthur's.]
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We're sitting in dresses eating crap food from a camp buffet.
[ Hopefully the Demeteorites didn't hear him day that, but. Come on. It's no dinner at the Savoy. ]
So no, Merlin, we're not "on a date".
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[Merlin looks partially amused, but genuinely curious too.]
I would wear a dress and eat crap food on a date with you.
[And if there is a Demeteorite within earshot?]
The food is hardly crappy though. These sandwiches are great.
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[ Arthur just nudges Merlin's foot back to his own side of the table, not entirely sure whether he's being made fun of or not. It's so difficult to tell with this one - almost as though Merlin goes out of his way to make himself unreadable. ]
But you probably think "hot pockets" are great.
[ And they're not, Merlin. They're really not. Therefore your argument is definitely invalid. ]
And please don't wear a dress on a date with me. What you do in your own home is fine, but ...
[ He raises his eyebrows, because really. ]
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[Someday Arthur's name may inspire the look of love and longing that crosses Merlin's face at the mention of Hot Pockets.]
Okay, so if this isn't a date, let's talk about going on a real one.
[Merlin gives him a look that's almost a challenge as he pops another chip into his mouth.]
I promise I won't wear a dress.
[He won't even wear black, but he's saving that as a surprise.]
That jaw. Unf.
[ Don't lie. Arthur will never trump food. Going on a real date, however, perks Arthur up a lot, because he's good at dates and enjoys making other people happy. Merlin's a bit of an enigma, yes, but hopefully if he lets Arthur take him out he'll get to learn a bit more about him. ]
All right.
[ And he won't wear a dress! This just gets better and better. Polishing off his sandwich, Arthur begins on a second round of butter scraping as he continues. ]
Where would you like me to take you?
make it sore, arthur. i mean.
There's this really cool tree in the forest. We could go look at it.
[No, this is Arthur's area of expertise and he's clearly going to have to take charge.]
You mean exactly that.
... A tree.
[ For the love of- ]
We're not going to look at a tree for our first date. Isn't there a film you'd like to see? A restaurant you'd like to visit?
[ ... Unless they're still forbidden from leaving the grounds. He pauses, runs a hand over his chin. ]
Have you ever ridden a pegasus before?
okay yes.
[Horror movies are always romantic as far as he's concerned, just like the golden arches. But Arthur's idea isn't bad either.]
No.
[Merlin answers quickly, and there's something sheepish about the way he looks down quickly too.]
I like them, but I've never even ridden a horse, so.
[He rolls his lips together.]
They're beautiful. I don't wanna do something stupid and hurt one.
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[ Horror movies. Of course it'd be horror movies, Arthur's least favourite kind of movie. He just has ... slightly twitchy reactions to suspense, jump-scenes and gore. And ghosts. And monsters. And aliens.
He doesn't like surprises, okay?
Still, he does his very best not to let it show. Dates are about getting to know the other person after all, so if Merlin wants to go to a classic film festival? That's what they'll do. ]
We'll see it. It'll be nice - I haven't been to the cinema in ages.
[ He'll get popcorn. Popcorn is nice and distracting. He attempts a charming smile - one Merlin will surely recognise as a fake - but hey, it's wide and pretty, so hopefully that'll cover his aversion.
That confession, however, plasters genuine surprise across his features. ]
Never? You've never ridden?
[ Preposterous! ]
Remind me to give you a beginner's lesson at some point. [ A pause. ] On a horse, not a pegasus. Step by step and all that.