THE HALF BLOOD HILL TEST DRIVE MEME

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The Test Drive Meme
A chance to test out character voices in an in-game setting before playing with them!

Who: Campers from all pantheons!
What: Wintertime tasks!
When: Sometime in December.
Where: Camp grounds.

1. It begins with snow. An unusual amount of snow.
Just because we've got a bubble around our happy home to keep our temperatures moderade doesn't mean that we're totally protected from cold weather. We've still got strawberry deliveries to make and paths to clear in the woods and by the entrance. Grab your shovels and hop to, children. Watch out for the ice.

2. The care and keeping of your monstrous magical creatures.
Grooming, feeding, exercising and, yes, cleaning up after - you've got your pick among friends such as Mrs. O'Leary and Hannibal in the arena, pegasi in the stables and others. Watch your step. No, seriously, watch your step.

3. Love our nymphs.
(Not like that.) Help them out during mealtimes, serve apple cider during the day, wash dishes after all is said and done. Others can wrap little trinkets and get to crafting in the Arts and Crafts Cabin to show your appreciation to those who work so hard to keep us fed.

4. Don't trust the mistletoe.
Some of you may remember waking up one morning to find yourselves underneath red berries and green leaves with a special someone or three. Well, Hecate will have none of that today. Whatever mistletoe we have left will leave you momentarily disoriented and walking yourself in circles as the camp seems to rearrange itself under your feet. Your task is to avoid or get rid of the pesky sprigs as soon as possible.

5. How much wood can a camper chop -- ?
With all the fire starters in camp, we should probably keep a steady supply of firewood, especially for the next bonfire. Try not to show off too much, hmm? You should also probably be careful which trees you choose to chop down because our nymphs can be sensitive about these things. Tread lightly.

6. I do what I WANT, Mr. D.
Finished with your tasks? You're now free to roam the camp as you please. (Shirking your responsibilities? Watch your back.)

Comments

[clearasil]

Yeah. Me? I don't care, I'm too tired to make every slacker I see help out. I'll leave that to the people who care more about it.

[ People grow up here and, honestly, she was surprised to even find herself in a position of power anyway. "Power." Because she's pretty sure her siblings can walk all over her - or just tackle her to the ground, since they're the few people to find her basically harmless when it comes to them. ]

How's the cider?

[swayer]

[ so, noted: watch out for annabeth. in the meantime, work on becoming friends with annabeth. at natalie's question, audrey holds out her cup in offering. ]

Try it.

[clearasil]

[ Annabeth is a tough cookie. Way tougher than Natalie who stares at the cup for a moment. It isn't that she's weird about sharing drinks, but it seems a little sudden and -- oh, whatever. She takes it from her and it's pretty cold once she tastes it but the mulled spices are nice. ]

Thanks. [ Note to self as she hands it back to her: ] I need an apple cider machine in my cabin. I hear there's a hot cocoa machine in the works.

[swayer]

But no coffee, huh? [ audrey takes the glass back with a raise of her eyebrows, and then -

oh man. she really should probably not mention mundane things that are likely to remind her of certain people back home. certain tall fbi agents who swoop into town to solve her peer's murder and sit cheerily in her father's hotel dining room every morning. ]

[clearasil]

No one's requested coffee. I don't think Leo drinks it either and I'm trying not to do the caffeine thing since I never sleep as it is?

[ It's a good thing soda and energy drinks are banned from camp, otherwise they'd run into some trouble. Besides, they've all got attention problems, being demigods and all, and too many sugar highs would inadvisable for an entire camp. ]

Though some kids have got the goblets to give them slurpees, so who knows?

[swayer]

Yeah? So what god do I have to suck up to to make that happen?

[ because that's what's going on here, right? partially, at least. audrey's used to everything being a competition for attention in one way or another. ]

[clearasil]

Mr. D, I guess. Or you can just ask me to conjure up some coffee, honestly. I'm pretty sure that's not on the list of contraband substances, not that I really cared about that list in the first place.

[ Obligatory eye rolling. Some people don't know what "moderation" means. Well, neither does Natalie but she tries to keep her own occasional self-destructive behavior behind closed doors. ]

[swayer]

[ natalie. natalie, she likes you. she beams and stands with her hand on her hip. ]

What, do I pay you?

[clearasil]

What? Uh, no, I don't charge. It's kind of - nothing.

[ She gestures to the cup still in Audrey's hand. Maybe she likes showing off just a little bit, in small doses. ] You want me to turn that cider into coffee?

[swayer]

[ audrey doesn't exactly have to act marveled, seeing as this has never happened to her before, but she files it away in the back of her mind. maybe if it works, that's exactly the way to get what she wants in the future. ]

You can do that?

[ completely awestruck. don't worry; it's genuine. ]

Yeah, absolutely.

[clearasil]

[ Natalie generally sees anything like this as another opportunity to practice and she's determined not to screw things up. She doesn't even have to reach out to the cup, though her eyes do flash green for a moment when she finally concentrates.

And, lo, instead of cider, Audrey now has a cup of (possibly illegal, but yolo) coffee. ]

So, yeah.

[swayer]

[ sure enough, she totally has a nice hot cup of questionable contraband. beautiful.

she takes a sip, and yes. yes, it sure is real. ]

- How long does it take to learn that one?