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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heather ( american idiot ) | daughter of venus, legacy of mars

[excusing]

[ There's a pretty blonde at the base of the climbing wall, touching up her lipgloss. Her hair smells like lava, but her purple shirt remains unsinged and she's looking pretty smug about it. From the way she looks up at it again, pocketing her compact and gloss, it looks like she's prepping herself for another go. ]

ok this tryout is just for fun but have a post-ragnarok Hel

[onebigdarkroom]

[The lava wall, the arena, and the like have never been Lydia's forte. Admittedly, she's always had a strange interest in the macabre, so all that blood spilling and roaring lava should really get her going.

She's found herself constantly gravitating to the arts and crafts cabin, though, and she's actually created herself something of a darkroom under one of the tables. She's on her way right now, actually, when she sees Heather at the bottom, looking ready to rock and roll.]

Don't burn yourself too bad up there. I hear gangrene's nasty.

[excusing]

Haven't been burned yet.

[ She grins and stretches her arms over her head, arching her back slightly. ] At least not so badly. I think it singed my bangs a little, but - ain't no thing! [ Heather bounces from foot to foot, keeping her energy level up along with her heart rate. ] Where are you off to today? I figure it's not the wall.

[onebigdarkroom]

You can always just push them back, I guess. It's nothing I haven't ever done with a flat iron before.

[Lydia shrugs, watching the girl bounce around. Her enthusiasm is infectious, but if it's getting to her, it's not noticeable.]

Arts and crafts again. I don't think I'm really built for all this combat stuff.

[excusing]

Not even the super Norse part of you feels some kind of blood lust?

[ It's really an honest question, as indicated by the open expression on her face when she settles on the ground once more, totally still. ] I wish we had more crafty stuff when we were training at - [ Heather frowns, ashamed at how flippant she almost was at the mention of her former home. ] What kind of crafting are you gonna do?

[onebigdarkroom]

Not really. I see dead people. I don't really make them too often.

[To some, it might be a lame power, seeing ghosts and spirits wherever she went, but Lydia loved it.

Actually, she preferred ghosts to most people. Lord knows how many she'd meet if she ever went to the ruins of Camp Jupiter.]

I do photography.

[excusing]

Very cool, super artsy.

[ She pauses and, with both hands, gestures from one invisible category to another. ] I mean, very cool - dead people. Very artsy - photography. [ Heather casually folds her arms over her chest and leans against the rock wall. ]

Wait. How d'you develop your photos here? Old school way?

[onebigdarkroom]

They kind of go hand in hand, actually. If you look closely, you can see ghosts in the pictures.

[She nods a little. The makeshift little darkroom she'd built was something she was quite proud of.]</small. Yeah. You know, under a table, covered by a sheet.

[excusing]

Oh, neat. [ Heather lifts a hand to chew thoughtfully on her right pinky nail. One of the upsides to being a Venus daughter is that she will never have chipped nails or polish. ]

See, I've only ever seen doctored photos on the internet. Photoshop makes me super skeptical, you know? I should take a closer look at 'em, though.

[onebigdarkroom]

I try to stay away from that kind of stuff, I guess. Only super-official conspiracy theorists for me. Joe Schmoe's website just doesn't cut it.

[Sometimes, Lydia gets the feeling that people think she's a bit odd, or even has boring interests. It's just that she's not used to socializing much, considering the way her family's moved around and the way Delia treats her, barely even acknowledging her.]

If you want, I could show you some of my stuff.

[excusing]

[ Heather's eyes light up. Yes, duh, of course. She totally likes weird stuff in a poke-it-until-it-moves kind of way. Dangerous? Probably. But she hasn't been hurt yet. ]

Please! I'd like to check 'em out if you don't mind showing me.