THE SECOND HBH TEST DRIVE MEME!

[halfbloodhillmods]

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: It's your free time! Grab some lunch or do one of your favorite activities at camp!
When: Mid-June, around lunchtime.
Where: Camp grounds.

This meme is open to anyone thinking of checking out the game, whether you've apped in or not! Feel free to tag in under one of the prompts or create your own thread. Have fun! :)

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THE DINING PAVILION

[halfbloodhillmods]

[We're serving lunch right now! Be sure to sit at your godly parent's table, or Hermes if you haven't been claimed yet. The menu includes barbecued meats, fruit and cheese, and any kind of non-alcoholic beverage you can think of.]

Octavian (Heroes of Olympus) - Augur of Camp Jupiter, Legacy of Apollo (ROMAN)

[ihopeithurt]

[Octavian's sitting alone at the edge of the Apollo cabin table, and he'd like to be left there, thank you very much.

It's bad enough that he had to lead a part of the Twelfth Legion away from their destroyed camp - even worse that he had to lead them here, of all places. But all the auguries pointed to it, every single strand of fiber-fil inside the stuffed animals he'd ripped apart told him no less. They'd even gotten specific instruction from Juno Moneta herself.

But the fact that he has to sit here, at the table for some bastardized version of his ancestor, while the Greeks mill about singing and writing poetry - that's what really gets him.]

I have no regrets.

[promachos]

[It wasn't hard to notice Octavian trying to sit as far away from the rest of the Apollo campers. Most of the kids from the Apollo cabin were always happy, offering tunes and generally being happy. Annabeth got a long with a great many deal of them, and after she finished eating, she had gone over to the Apollo table to talk to Will Solace about some things.

When she was done, she happened to walk by Octavian, giving him a quick glance. When she speaks, it's with a grin and a bit of snark. She's clearly been hanging around Percy and Grover too much.] Don't look too excited.

[ihopeithurt]

[This girl again. The Daughter of Min- no, Athena. She's almost more ridiculous than the others, a real abomination. Minerva was a virgin goddess, sworn to her work at crafts. She didn't have children, and it not only upset him, but confused Octavian that her Greek aspect did.

He shoots a positively icy glare up at Annabeth.]

Why should I spare any of you any pleasantries? I'll only be faking.

[promachos]

[Oh, so he was going to be like that. Fine then, if he was going to be rude, she would tell him so.]

First of all, you're lucky to even be here, to be alive. Second of all, we've accepted you into our home, opened our safe haven to you and your fellow campers, in hopes of trying to figure out how to defeat this new enemy.

Thirdly, it's rude to just ignore everyone, unless you want to end up on the bad end of someone. Some of the cabins like to play pranks on newer campers.

[foredoes]

[A daughter of that bastardised version is sitting at the table as well, just kind of - watching him. Dubiously. Amelia absently tears off a chunk of bread, chewing slowly as she waits to see if he'll actually do anything, or if he's just going to sit there and stew.

She could always look into the future and see, of course, but that's no fun. Besides, this guy doesn't look like he'd be worth the headache.

Wait, how long have I been staring for??

Amelia clears her throat, straightening abruptly. Wow way to be a creep, self] Uh. So you're Roman, right? [Genius, Pierce. Really.]

[ihopeithurt]

[He didn't want to talk to any of the Greek Apollonians, not at all. In fact, it offended him that they even existed.

Still, if Praetor Jason was watching, he'd give him a stern talking to about respecting those who granted them sanctuary. Regardless of whether he liked Jason or not, he was a Praetor of New Rome, and Octavian needed to follow his Praetor's wishes - though he'd do it begrudgingly.]

Yes. As were my parents before me.

[foredoes]

[Amelia blinked] Par - hold on, both of them? [The implication is obviously that he's not actually a son of Apollo, and Amelia just barely manages to bite her tongue on a 'so what are you doing here, then?'. They're obviously related somehow, and a general rule of thumb in this world is to not piss anyone off if you could help it. Especially if you didn't have any particular abilities to defend yourself with.]

How does that work?

Bring it.

[hairbrushes]

[Rachel was on her way back to the Big House when she noticed the Roman sitting by himself. She wasn't very familiar with him, but, she had heard that he was their augur. Which was something like what she was, right? She still wasn't so sure about all the lingo from the Romans....

Stopping at a reasonable distance away, she tilted her head at him, arms crossed.]

Hey. Settling in okay?

[Might as well be polite.]

swag

[ihopeithurt]

Not particularly.

[Octavian frowns into his cup of milk, muttering as she talks to him. Though she's talking to him from quite a ways away, there's no reason to shout back at her and waste his precious energy. If the girl wants to talk to him so badly, she can very well come over there and do it.]

[hairbrushes]

[Rachel tries not to roll her eyes. She knew Romans were kind of off putting, but... She was just trying to be polite. She crossed over to him, arms still crossed.]

Right... sorry to hear that. It can't be easy.

RISES LIKE A KRAKEN

[worldabouttodawn]

[Oh hey Octavian. Have a Son of Apollo who is going to attempt to be friendly because it's his duty as the acting counselor of the cabin. Except he's fairly sure that he's going to want to punch you in the face. He won't, of course, but oh how Enjolras will want too.]

You are aware that despite how much you glare they won't stop.

[He takes a seat across from him, expression tight.]

THIS DOESNT SOUND LIKE PATRIOTISM

[ihopeithurt]

And why not? This worked plenty well at home for some of the more...frivolous members of the Fulminata.

[He doesn't even look at Enjolras, preferring to stare into his cup of milk instead.]

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | Legacy of Victoria

[usernameallison]

[Well, consider Scott confused.

See, at Camp Jupiter, the divisions between campers were based on ranking, not family. You sat with your cohort at meals, regardless of godly ancestry, and they became your family. Though he would admit, he'd spent many weekends in the city of New Rome eating dinner with his mom. It was their tradition, a way of sticking together, and Scott liked to do it as often as his senior centurion would allow him.

But here, he was sitting at the Nike table - who was apparently similar to his grandma, Victoria, but a little different because she was Greek, and some other stuff too. At least, that's what he'd guessed. He didn't know, he's never met Victoria.

It was a little weird to see former members of his cohort spread across the dining pavilion, but what was that saying? When in Greece, do as the Greeks do.

Well, it didn't exactly go that way, but he figured the same sort of thing applied. So he digs into his ribs a little too eagerly.]

[triskeles]

[ Despite the apparent traditions with the Graeci, Derek is more inclined to find members of his cohort rather than sit at Hades' table for any extended period of time. It's reassuring, to know where those that became his second pack is, regardless of what table they're seated at.

So as he passes through the tables, he catches sight and scent of Scott and turns, only to snort softly at what meets him. He makes his way over, slow and easy and silent, and reaches to tousle at his dark hair while he's got a mouthful of food. ]

Are you even tasting any of that?

[usernameallison]

Yes, and it's amazing.

[Say what you will about the Greeks, those harpies know how to cook.

Scott rips off one of the ribs - though it definitely doesn't have enough barbecue sauce on it for his liking - offering it to his centurion with a small smile.]

Want one?

♥

[hypercompetent]

[ So the whole Camp Jupiter going to the dogs (apparently literally?) thing was a huge bummer, sure, but to say Stiles wasn't enjoying it would be a downright lie.

Despite being a son of Hecate, Stiles slides past every authority figure he's seen with his fairly decent sneaking skills, and drops down right next to Scott at the table. ]

Pretty sweet, right?

HOLLA AT YO BOI

[usernameallison]

[Now that he knows not only where Stiles goes during the summer but also that there's a Greek equivalent to Camp Jupiter, a lot more things are clicking in Scott's head. He's heard about some Egyptian kids here and Norse ones, and offhandedly wonders if there are camps for those guys, too.

He doesn't know that it's taboo to sit at another god's table, though, so it doesn't really phase him. Stiles' familiar company is always more than welcome, anyway.]

Oh yeah, definitely. But how do you guys ask for more barbecue sauce?

Re: Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | Legacy of Victoria

[renegadehero]

[Oh no, what is with all these random guys at her table. Random Romans that she knows aren't supposed to be sitting here except the one guy. What was his name again? It was like a type of dog...

Well, it didn't matter since Sojourner's just going to have to introduce herself. Plopping down in front of Scott she looks at the others who are definitely not supposed to be sitting here before him again.

If they took all the good stuff may the gods help them...]

Hey! I'm Sojourner, welcome to camp! You're from the Jupiter one right?

[usernameallison]

[Scott's piled up his plate with ribs, left the strawberries, grapes and cheeses behind. He's a meat-eater, alright - and now that he knows that only Nike and Victoria kids are supposed to be here, he does his best to act as naturally as Stiles, pretending like he was here all along.]

Yeah! Hey, uh, my name's Scott. Scott McCall.

[staysthesame]

[Don't worry, Scott. Jill's still not used to it, even a few months later. Not that she hasn't lived by this system for a long time now, but until recently, she'd been stuck at the Hermes table. Nike was a generally empty cabin, with only a few people at the table.

The counselor sits, looking the new guy over. Romans. What a strange concept to her.] Hey. [Friendliest cabin counselor, right here. There's a pause before she continues.] How are you fitting in so far?

[usernameallison]

[Whoa. Scott's seen this girl around and found out that she's the leader of Nike kids - she's intense, and he's a little bit intimidated.]

Hey! You're the centurion around here, right?

[He can't exactly remember if that's what they call them here, but it's the term he's familiar with.]

It's kind of jarring to find out we weren't the only ones out there, but cool. I don't remember having anybody related to Victoria back in my cohort, anyway. Thanks for taking me in.

John Egbert (Homestuck) - Son of Jupiter (new camper entirely)

[thewindything]

[It didn't look a whole lot different from school. Okay, so there was this weird Adventures of Hercules kind of feel to it, but it was a cafeteria. Sure, no big deal.]

[Man, that sure was a lot of people he just didn't know. Bluh. At least his table was empty. He wondered over to it and sat down. His plate is a delightful tray of everything but any kind of baked goods.]

Re: John Egbert (Homestuck) - Son of Jupiter (new camper entirely)

[renegadehero]

[Sojourner was on her way to the Nike table when she spotted a new face sitting alone. Alone at one of the tables for the big three. Curiosity peaked she spun around on the ball of her foot, walking over to him.

She's about to ask if he's suppose to be sitting there because for all she knows he could be a Roman or a Norse... And really there getting too many pantheons to keep track.

The impressive pile of everything but baked goods catches her attention.]

Dude, you're gonna barf if you eat all that.

[And she takes a risk, snatching up one of the cup cakes he's neglected.]

Re: John Egbert (Homestuck) - Son of Jupiter (new camper entirely)

[thewindything]

[You can have all of that, believe him. He gets enough fucking cake shit back home. This has been a wonderful reprieve from his dad's obsession with Betty Crocker products.]

[But, oh, hey, someone is talking to him. He looks up, blinking, and offers her a grin.]

If I do, it'll totally be out of happiness.