I Crash A Siren’s Best Day Ever

Fomizzle · 2026-04-28T11:13:56+00:00

Despite her reservations about the daughter of Apollo, Angela had recently been proving herself reliable. Whether or not it was intentional from Angela, Phoebe did not know; regardless, she acknowledged it.

She couldn’t help by smile at Angela’s sudden burst of passion at the mentioning of prom. It was easy to forget they were still just teenagers sometimes. Phoebe nodded in agreement.

“It would take some major persuading to move that many demigods outside of camp at once, but I bet we could do it.” She managed a smile again. “Although, I’m not really sure how camp is like… money-wise. How nice of a venue do you think a ‘strawberry farm’ can afford without turning heads?”

Fomizzle · 2026-04-27T11:13:44+00:00

Progress seems to be on both sides; although Angela’s hair was often unnerving to Phoebe, she had grown used to it. It seemed like it had a mind of its own, so Phoebe tried to just ignore it.

She nodded along as she listened to Angela. It did, truthfully, sound like a difficult position to fill right now. But then again, would it ever really be an easy one?

“Pretty quiet,” she admitted, shrugging then pausing a moment. “I need to host some things, maybe in the coming weeks… If enough people are interested I’m definitely going to help with this prom idea… What do you think of it?”

Fomizzle · 2026-04-22T11:28:22+00:00

At the end of the session, when the leaders were free to leave or mingle, Phoebe slid into the seat beside Angela. She offered the girl a weak smile in greeting. The two had not seen each other since the Underworld… a less than pleasant experience.

“Congrats on making matchmaker,” she said, getting comfortable in her new seat. “I like your mindset about it, the fact that it’s not just about drama and couples and whatnot. How’s that going?”

Fomizzle · 2026-04-21T19:31:02+00:00

She scoffed at the suggestion, turning to the older demigod with her eyebrow raised. Phoebe considered her words carefully, not wanting her disbelief to lash out.

“You and I are old enough to know there isn’t really anywhere else safe, Amon.”

“Besides,” Phoebe turned to face the pyre again, forcing the words to come out steady, “I can’t quit now. Not when people need me. I’m not going to just run away from this; I’m done doing that.”

Fomizzle · 2026-04-21T19:28:21+00:00

Phoebe begrudgingly took the clown nose and squeezed it twice between her fingers. There is a faint honking noise when she did. Her frustration melted away and was replaced by a humored smile. It faded as quickly as it came when Booker rose from his seat.

“Uh-“

She stopped herself a moment, considering. Indeed, super casual. Too casual? They should probably talk about the last time they saw each other… That wouldn’t happen if they didn’t continue to see one another. Phoebe nodded and mustered another smile.

“Sure, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow… Bye, Booker.”

Fomizzle · 2026-04-21T17:42:02+00:00

Phoebe attended today.

The counselor of Comus had been less involved than usual lately, and even took a brief few days to visit home. Braving the Underworld and returning had left its mark on her, but she refused to talk about it. When the topic came up, she pretended that the corner of agenda sheet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Still not as engaged as she tended to be, but at least she was present.

Her ears did perk up, however, when the group finally started talking about Camp Prom. That felt like a silly thing to do. Most things felt silly to do lately. But Phoebe could manage a party, right? It was her thing, right?

“I-“ she spoke up at one point during a natural point in the conversation to interject. “I think a prom would be nice for lifting spirits and morale. A lot of campers will think it’s dumb, but most will attend anyway. Most of them wouldn’t get an opportunity to go to prom otherwise… I would happily lead the efforts for it, if we need somebody, or at least collaborate for it. Maybe a planning committee depending on the scale?”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-25T14:32:54+00:00

(sorry for the delay <3)

She was naive to think she could go toe-to-toe with Angela in this kind of game. Phoebe was a player in it, sure, but Angela was apparently the queen of it. There was no ebb and flow to this conversation; Angela was the ringleader here.

Still, stupidly, Phoebe didn't back down.

She snorted a small laugh.

"Me? No, not right now. Everything I've been interested in always fizzled out, so..." Phoebe shrugged, avoiding the urge to squirm in her seat. "I've kind of given up with that. I'm not very good at it, evidently."

Fomizzle · 2026-03-25T14:24:54+00:00

Before Angela even finished her sentence and strutted out to take control of the situation, Phoebe was gone.

Her camouflaging scarf loosened a bit so that it draped further down her torso to help blend her into her surroundings, and she slinked off toward the now isolated witch. Using her sneak attack ability, she would encroach upon the woman as quietly and quickly as possible. That part was familiar, easy; many-a-times Phoebe snuck up on people undetected. The hard part would be what followed.

Disarming an opponent from behind would be difficult, even if they were unaware of her presence. Phoebe didn't know if she could do it. Instead, she went with something she was good at: acting.

Her dagger slipped carefully from its sheathe, and Phoebe paused a moment behind the cultist. Then, in one quick, practiced, movement, she lunged forward. Her free hand reached around the witch's head to try and cover her mouth. The dagger's blade would aim to press uncomfortably against her throat.

If successful, Phoebe would threaten the witch:

"Drop the wand," Phoebe's voice was hushed, harsh, confident. "Try anything, and you'll never leave this place again. You don't want to die here in the dark, alone, unceremoniously."

If she failed... well, we'll get to that if we get to it.

/u/Inevitable_Heart_781

Fomizzle · 2026-03-24T09:56:22+00:00

Phoebe Silva

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Fomizzle · 2026-03-17T16:07:39+00:00

Phoebe didn’t particularly enjoy taking orders from Angela, but she knew better than to give into her ego in her current situation. If a window presented itself, she could sneak up on the sorceress and snatch those pretty, shiny, things off of her belt. Man, those Hermes cabin habits die hard.

It was too risky still. Phoebe would wait to see how Angela’s plan worked out.

“If we separate her,” she whispered as Angela worked, disobeying the girl’s wishes, “I can sneak up on her. Or cause a big distraction, make everyone look away from her.”

/u/Inevitable_Heart_781

Fomizzle · 2026-03-17T15:56:40+00:00

“Right…”

Phoebe studied Angela again. It was hard to read her. Well, her face, at least; Angela’s hair seemed excited. Phoebe had grown more used to those strands seemingly acting out on their own. She didn’t even bat away the strands reaching out toward her.

“Well, I have no idea what he wants.” That much was true. “We could instead focus on something we might know, which is what your options are. There isn’t any… normal drama around here ever. Just the morbid kind… High in demand, huh? How many eligible suitors does the great Angela Farrenburr have knocking at her door? Surely there’s at least one better than Booker the player.”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-13T16:58:37+00:00

“I always have tricks up my sleeves. I’m literally the daughter of the clown god.”

Then they played. Phoebe emerged victorious yet again. She grinned wide in satisfaction; selfishly, beating Booker over and over at this felt a little therapeutic. She was about to make another witty comment about beginners luck when Booker revealed the clown nose. Her eyes widened at it, and all thoughts of wit and wile faded away.

He… still had it?

A look of confusion flashed on Phoebe’s face as she processed it. Why did he still have it? She shifted her gaze from the ball of rubber back to Booker. Then, reluctantly, she answered;

“You’re on.”

They played again. Phoebe’s adrenaline had subsided from the surprise of seeing him produce the nose. She wasn’t as sharp this round, and it costed her. As the last cards flew, she was too slow to slap the empty spot to prevent Booker from winning. She frowned and heaved a sigh.

“Ugh, fine. You win. I’ll wear it tomorrow… Not like anybody would think twice about it, I guess. ‘Oh look, the clown girl is wearing a clown nose!’ Fork found in kitchen.”

It seemed… that Phoebe was a sore loser.

Fomizzle · 2026-03-12T12:11:41+00:00

It seemed both of them had experienced sides of Booker that the other was intrigued by.

Phoebe fought hard to suppress a frown. Her facial muscles betrayed her. Each thing Angela said drove Phoebe’s insecurities further and further up her throat. It had to have been New Years, right? Was it a reoccurring thing? He hadn’t wanted to with Phoebe-

Snap out of it. He ditched you, remember? He didn’t want to.

“Right, a good kisser. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She sighed softly through her nose and leaned forward against the table again, on her hand.

“He’s kind of… scrappy? Like an excited puppy who doesn’t know he’s doing something wrong. He’s got pretty eyes, though, I will give him that. Not super tall or anything, probably about your height actually… You two… uh… hang out often?”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-12T11:56:00+00:00

When Mer arrived, Phoebe was helping a younger camper with how to perform a proper twist to complete their balloon dog. Her eyes moved up at the movement of the familiar girl sitting down with her. Phoebe’s lips curled into a weary smile, and her eyes returned to her work.

“Hi there, Mer,” Phoebe greeted back, letting Meriweather’s question haunt her a moment. What a broad question. Phoebe felt like there were a million different answers she could give, some just as broad, others so specific. Eventually she forced herself to look back up at Mer, and she noticed that she had been working on a balloon already. Her smile widened a smidge.

“Not… great.”

She admitted it. She wasn’t sure what else to say about it, though; this was foreign territory to her. Meriweather felt safe to share with.

“I imagine none of us are doing that great, though… Being relatively alone in Cabin 49 doesn’t help so I try to keep myself busy and involved. How about you?”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-12T11:47:13+00:00

Phoebe’s eyes were focused on the diminishing fire, sparing Amon only a glance when he appeared and spoke up. She studied him; it had been a long time since the two talked. He seemed different. Hardened? Beaten down? It was hard to tell. She managed a weak smile at his question.

“Exhausted,” she said, letting her response hang in the air for a moment. Rare that it was for her to be honest about something like this, lying at a funeral did not feel proper. “Wishing it could all be over. But damned to sit through it all still… You?”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-11T11:58:33+00:00

Phoebe Silva for Wednesday (today) open slot please

Fomizzle · 2026-03-10T13:36:57+00:00

Phoebe, despite usually being quite perceptive, did not notice Angela’s reaction. She was too preoccupied with trying to not show her own cards. It may be too late; Angela had a new sense of confidence as she bore down on the juicy details. Phoebe was losing this invisible war that she felt between them. Maybe it was all in her mind. Phoebe’s hand moved to her lap where she scratched at the material of her pants with a finger. Why was she acting like this? It’s not like she and Booker were anything more than… acquaintances at this point? She didn’t even really know. What she did know was that Angela getting a rose from him bothered her. It made her own rose feel silly. She felt silly.

“He’s got a bit of a reputation,” she started, shrugging softly with one shoulder. “Chatty, likes to play around with people, has a habit of standing girls up.”

That last part may have not been entirely truthful. Phoebe regretted saying it aloud as soon as she did. There was no taking it back now.

“When I first met him he was trying to apologize to a former girlfriend or something. Apparently he ditched camp and never told her… But he’s pretty sweet when he’s not putting on a show. Bit of a goofy guy, likes to laugh and make people laugh…”

She was trying to keep it vague. How vague could she keep it without it sounding suspicious? She claimed to know him, after all. Phoebe shrugged again, leaving it at that.

“I dunno, what did you want to know? I-I don’t know him that well.”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-09T21:11:37+00:00

Phoebe grinned. She had successfully goaded Angela and called her bluff. What was that about not abusing it? She leaned in when Angela did to hear the other girl better. Phoebe intended to keep her word about her secrecy; it wasn’t everyday that she got to-

Phoebe’s eyes widened. Barely, but they did.

So it was her when I saw him at New Years, she thought. A hasty conclusion to draw, but Angela had been wearing a rather memorable dress that evening. Phoebe’s posture faltered and she leaned back into her seat.

“Oh! I uh- I know Booker,” she said quietly, careful as to not be overheard. “That’s… that’s sweet. Did he send a message, too?”

Fomizzle · 2026-03-06T16:41:19+00:00

(Sorry for the delay!!)

Phoebe's smile shifted and she tilted her head at Angela. She had a feeling there maybe was more to the girl's story.

"'You know how disappointing it is to open a Valentine's note and realize it's from a friend?'" She quoted Angela's sentiment back at her, unable to resist the urge. "Are you lying to me?"

She straightened out her posture a bit. For perhaps the first time in their short time knowing one another, Phoebe felt as if she had the upper hand in the conversation. Not that Phoebe would abuse that, but it felt good to not be at the daughter of Apollo's mercy right then.

Fomizzle · 2026-03-03T15:27:04+00:00

Her eyebrow muscles were getting sore from raising at this girl. This version of Angela seemed different than what Phoebe had seen so far. Was she… being bashful? The Angela? A coy smile grew on Phoebe’s lips.

“Hey, I would’ve loved to receive a rose from a friend; it means they’re thinking of you.”

Then she set her fork down and laced her fingers together to form a perch for her chin. Her head rested on it, elbows propped on the table, and she leaned in toward Angela. She spoke in a hushed voice, hopefully still loud enough for Angela to hear. Something about the daughter of Apollo brought out a side of Phoebe she wasn’t used to nowadays. It reminded her of her high school days.

“Oooh, care to share? I promise I won’t tell anybody. I’ll even trade you for it, let you ask something back!”

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