Impending Disaster? [Main Thread, O]

[Ana]

Notes: There is no post order for this thread. You may wish to tag specific characters in your post so that no one misses anything. Feel free to make your characters leave and enter whenever you want. This thread takes place in the area between the cabins.

Gripping his can of Diet Coke tightly, Mr. D faced the group of campers that had gathered in the clearing. Gods, why were there so many of them? Thankfully, most of the brats would be leaving the next week. If he had to listen to one more of them whine about working in the strawberry fields or spending a day in dolphin form, he'd go insane (and that said a lot, considering that he was the god of insanity).

"Alright, listen up." He sighed and took a swig from his can. "The carnival's today, have fun, don't kill or maim anyone, blah, blah, blah." Mr. D rolled his eyes. The silly old centaur had suggested that holding a carnival would boost everyone's spirits, but Mr. D thought there was a greater chance that the day would end in disaster. Not that he minded, of course. But still, trying to explain to Father that a couple of overexcited demigods had blown up Camp under his watch would be very difficult. It'd be much easier if he could just turn everyone into a grapevine.

Speaking of grapevines, he'd heard that his children had created a maze out of them. He'd have to check that out sometime... Maybe add a few vines himself. But first, the stupid speech. "Lunch and dinner'll still be served in the Mess Hall if you don't want to pay for food." The god smiled to himself as the Demeter campers scowled. "Fireworks are at nine. Curfew's at eleven. Everything should be cleaned up by then. If your booth's still out, we'll release the harpies."

Mr. D glanced down at his hand, which was covered with notes written in smudged ink. Good. He'd managed to cover everything without turning anyone into a dolphin. "You can go now." He waved them off before remembering one last thing.

"And for the love of Zeus, DO NOT KILL ANYONE!"

[Natasha Pierce]

You are the piece of me, I wish I didn't need!
Tragedy why are you my clarity?

As Mr. D finished his speech of not to hurt people and all the rules of the carnival, Natasha took off towards some booths, looking around everywhere. All the booths looked so good and well thought out. She thought the Hades cabin booth turned out pretty well, she had helped Mitch, Kavika, Ageha and Vlad work on their booth and it looked fantastic, she swung by it in passing to make sure it still looked as good as when she left it, it did. Each child of Hades was taking turns manning the station. Vlad was in charge for the first shift and Natasha's wasn't until later so she took it upon herself to check out some of the other booths. Natasha decided to leave the Dionysus cabin till the end since it was so far away from the others.

The Hermes cabin? No. It did look great and everything however their eyes and the way they were smiling looked shady and she decided not to go over there yet. Typical Hermes kids always fooling around, she didn't mind though. Natasha loved a good practical joke as much as the next demigod, she had even helped plan some with the Hermes campers in her first week, the week she spent crammed in the Hermes cabin.

What was next, the Hunters of Artemis. Looking around quickly to make sure Mitch was no where in sight, she made her way over. Natasha knew that if he found her there that he would kill her. Although it wasn't really advertised around camp or even her cabin, in fact no one knew this but she was considering becoming a huntress. Maybe it was the answer she was looking for, maybe immortality and a band of other girls was the answer. She had no idea. Natasha reached the table and looked again behind her, checking for her brother again before turning to the table and greeting the huntress manning the station. She took a leaflet and an arrow and stuck the arrow in her back pocket as she read on about Immortality and the advantages in becoming one of the great Huntresses of Artemis.

words:359
outfit: Click!
tagged: Mitch Frost, Any Hunters, OPEN
notes: Excited for this plot

[Amber Craze James]

Amber pulled back her hair into a perfect, messy knot. Around her chest was a pink bandeau studded with gold, and then a black cropped tee, that was tied at the bottom. The armholes were long enough to expose her bandeau, and the pop of color complimented it quite well. She also had on a pair of Collgate sweatpants from Pink, that followed her leg down in an attractive effect. Then was a simple pair of nude ballet flats. Comfy and cute; the outfit covered her ribcage, and therefor no one could see she was starving to death.

She started walking down the isle of booths, full with the carnival. Fun. Which would she go to? Hermes? Nah, they were probably trying to prank someone. Hepheastus? No, she didn't want the judging looks from Maddie about her outfit, if she happened to be there. Apollo? Nah, she was on duty, but not until later. Zues? Posidon? No, it was best not to start with the big threes. She ended up wandering to the Huntresses booth. She looked down at the information packets and wondered if that was the right thing. To just escape into wild with no one to judge her. But no, she couldn't give up boys. Or could she?

Her fingers traced a silver arrow, marveling at it's beauty. Then hands hit her back, then traced up her shoulders. She jumped.

"Amber! Come Karaoke, we can't get anyone to do it." An anonymous Apollo camper said, pulling her away from the booth.

"Not now!" Amber hissed, taking an arrow and stuffing it in her bag. "Yes, now!" Her sibling demanded, pulling her ove to the Apollo stage and shoving her on. "Here, you'll be great with this song."

"No, I don't Karaoke!" She screeched, and started to step off stage, but a microphone was shoved in her hand, and a song started playing. She was then shoved on a stool, and that's when she gave up. The great Amber admitted defeat, and she slumped her shoulders for a few moments before straightening them and begining to sing. Who had picked this song? She Don't Want The World, but Three Doors Down. "This love she feels, every thing she's ever known or ever thought was real, been torn away... how she gonna live? But that's okay, she don't want the world." She sang.

The song related to her, in a weird sort of way. But once it stopped, she stepped off the stage--followed by a small round of applause--and shoved her sibling. "Idiot." And she walked to the controls, editing the sound a bit, and then leaving again. This time, she got a cotton candy from the Demeter station, and picked at it. She was hoping that it turning into liquid sugar would help her stomach to digest it. Maybe it would work. Then she went where she left off: the Huntress station.