THE SECOND HBH 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: 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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[clearasil]

Natalie suddenly appears.

Literally. As a daughter of Hecate, she likes to practice travelling shrouded by shadows, building her stamina so she can sustain her control when the moment calls for it. The shadows fall away from her in a grey mist and it looks like she's just come from the archery range.

She had been hoping to find Enjolras here since she needed to ask him a question, but instead finds someone else sitting in a corner of the arena. Reading. Natalie snorts.

"Mrs. O'Leary's been here," she says of Percy's hellhound, "sitting around probably wouldn't be the, uh, wisest choice."

[sceptical]

Grantaire almost jumps, but really, he's too dazed from his own mind-bending abilities to be aware enough to do so. Instead, he focuses his gaze on girl in front of him, slowly lowering the book.

"I got distracted," he says, jovially, then gestures to the staff he'd abandoned a few feet away. "I was training." Sort of.

As if realizing suddenly where she'd come from (or rather, where she hadn't - Grantaire hadn't heard footsteps at all, and Natalie seemed to have just appeared), he sits up straighter, mentally sizing her up. "That's an interesting trick you have there."

[clearasil]

"That? Uh. Nothing special," she yawns with a nonchalant roll of her shoulders. Creating illusions tends to drain some energy from her. The statement isn't lost on her, however, as impressing people tends to brighten her normally dark demeanor considerably.

"Just don't let an Ares kid find you reading in here," Natalie continues with a tiny chuckle, "you probably wouldn't hear the end of it."

[sceptical]

He sighs. That's true enough. "Maybe I should head back. I don't think I'm making a lot of progress with the staff today, anyway." Not that he's really even trying. He's had a book in his hands longer than he'd been messing with the staff.

"An Ares kid," he mulls over the words, then adds, "or Enjolras," with a sort of chuckle. "God forbid anybody take things less than two hundred percent seriously in front of him." It strikes him suddenly what an incorrect phrase "god forbid" is, and he wonders if he should correct himself, but ultimately decides not to bother. Ah well.

[clearasil]

At the mention of Enjolras, Natalie snorts and fold her arms over her orange camp shirt, pulling her shoulders up to her ears. After the battle, she was surprised to find that she had come to regard Enjolras as a sort of brotherly figure and that she often sought out his advice. And while they are both serious people, she smiled often with him.

"Yeah, but I guess I would rather face his intensity than dealing with someone totally belligerent," Natalie points out.

[sceptical]

"I couldn't agree more," Grantaire replies. It's not surprising to hear that Enjolras' reputation is well-established. He drops the book into his lap and stretches, raising arms over his head, letting out a satisfied noise.

"Did you come to do a little training yourself?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Or just to warn layabouts like me?"

[clearasil]

"I actually came to find him, but whatever. I'll ask him something later at dinner."

The matters aren't pressing anyway, she mostly wants to ask for his opinion on what size bow she should use now that her arms were stronger. "You wanna lay about, you lay about," Natalie adds. She's heard a thing or do about him anyway, though she doesn't really hang around Dionysus kids often. "Grantaire, right?"

[sceptical]

"Careful, you're enabling me." He grins, though, and picks himself up, coming to a stand. At his name, he nods, suddenly offering a hand. "That's right. ...Don't tell me you've heard about me. I... don't think I know your name, though." That was a little embarrassing, but he made sure not to show that on his face.

[clearasil]

Natalie juts her hand out to shake his firmly, offering a crooked grin along with it.

"I know of some of the guys Enjolras hangs out with, anyway," she replies, pursing her lips, "like, just a few things here and there. I'm Natalie Goodman, Hectate kid, as if appearing out of the shadows didn't make that obvious."

[sceptical]

"I appreciate stating of the obvious," he says, still smiling. "I'm kind of still learning all this stuff." Grantaire isn't sure if he's allowed to be called one of the "guys Enjolras hangs out with", and finds himself a little amused at the title. "Truthfully, I think I hang out with him, not the other way around."

But that was enough talk about Enjolras. Right.

"Nice to meet you, Natalie. You're American, aren't you?"

[clearasil]

"Well, however you want to put it -- yeah, I'm American, born and raised. Uh, here by way of Seattle. Year rounder and all of that," she ticks off the usual facts on her fingers, wondering if there are any other necessary facts, "Screwy childhood, sort of piano prodigy, etcetera. Surprisingly not the only one here to play around with shadows and stuff."

She nods her head to the side as if to say, 'Sums that up. You?' But only if he cares to offer any information. There are some people around here who are pretty secretive about their background.

[sceptical]

Grantaire doesn't have inhibitions with sharing any information, be it personal or a "quirky fact" he only drunkenly half-remembers from a text book or TV commercial. "Also screwy childhood, but let's not have a competition; not particularly good at anything; from Paris, but believe me, it's not even half as romantic as you might think it is..." He trails off, thinking. How does one talk about themselves, again? He can ramble about pretty much anything else. "Actually, on that topic, did you know-- there are actually special therapists for tourists in Paris to help them cope with the realization when they arrive that Paris is just like every other crappy big city on the planet? We just have a big metal tower in ours." He laughs - apparently, this fact is extremely amusing to him.

"...Er, but, that's beside the point... if there's a piano around here, I can't say I would appreciate proof of this talent of yours." Why not? Grantaire's used to wandering around a huge city and finding its secrets - being cooped up in a camp is starting to make him go a little stir-crazy. Any new amusement is worth his time.

[clearasil]

"I don't think there's a way of ranking the screwiness of anyone's childhood, let's be real here," Natalie interjects quietly as he speaks, chuckling.

"Seattle has a big metal tower too. We just call it a needle." She's surprised at how easily he jumps from topic to topic and actually likes it, following him from subject to subject. "I haven't touched a piano since I was last in Seattle, though, so, uh. I don't know. There's probably one in the Apollo cabin." Piano playing reminds her of the night she and her parents fled her recital when the Furies tried to attack them. It wasn't the best moment, no.

"What's this about Paris therapy? I don't think New Yorkers need that. They live there for a week and suddenly they're jaded and stuff. I think that's your initiation into that city."