Post by Camille Devraux on Aug 6, 2012 22:44:12 GMT -5
"Alright, so what you do is spin the bottle, everyone knows that part," Camille started explaining, twirling the bottle one of the Dionysus girls had provided for the game. "And if it lands on you, you have to choose. Truth. Or dare. If you choose dare, you can double dog dare someone else in the circle... anyone. If they don't want to, they can Cerebrus dog dare, which means that they HAVE to do it, or face dire consequences. Let's just say... an Aphrodite child's worst nightmare, you got it?"
Camille pushed a few strands of her loose blonde hair behind her ear and looked at some of the other kids in the circle. Some of the Aphrodite girls who were hoping to be dared to kiss a cute guy, and some Hermes kids ready to give the brave Ares kids the most embarrassing task they could think of (and considering their divine parent, things could get pretty darn ugly). Camille, herself, was simply curious to see what sort of information she could ween out of the wimpy kids. There was nothing she loved more than gossip that could make them squirm, even when she was higher than the Eiffel Tower... on life, of course.
There were several nods of agreement from the table. Most of the Hall was empty, and she was using this opportunity to fit in a little bit of masochistic fun... in the most humane way possible. Emotional damage was much more productive than that in the fighting arena.
Camille nodded and delicately placed the bottle in the middle of the table. She gave it a spin and it spun. Her eyes scanned the circle, cunningly evaluating each camper to see what to ask.
Camille pushed a few strands of her loose blonde hair behind her ear and looked at some of the other kids in the circle. Some of the Aphrodite girls who were hoping to be dared to kiss a cute guy, and some Hermes kids ready to give the brave Ares kids the most embarrassing task they could think of (and considering their divine parent, things could get pretty darn ugly). Camille, herself, was simply curious to see what sort of information she could ween out of the wimpy kids. There was nothing she loved more than gossip that could make them squirm, even when she was higher than the Eiffel Tower... on life, of course.
There were several nods of agreement from the table. Most of the Hall was empty, and she was using this opportunity to fit in a little bit of masochistic fun... in the most humane way possible. Emotional damage was much more productive than that in the fighting arena.
Camille nodded and delicately placed the bottle in the middle of the table. She gave it a spin and it spun. Her eyes scanned the circle, cunningly evaluating each camper to see what to ask.