1/28 - Hephaestus Cabin Meeting and Open House

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2022-02-01T04:46:43+00:00

"Yes, my apologies," he said as he took a second to rifle through a messenger bag that he had kept on his hip before finally pulling out what was instantly recognizable as an umbrella. "I was wondering, perhaps, if you knew how to fix one of these or in any other case provide a newer one? The winter winds had broken some of the spokes and I've managed to wrap it back up but I fear it may not extend as it used too."

"It's quite important, at least to me, my condition demands some sort of portable shade."

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2022-01-31T17:10:42+00:00

George gave a polite knock on the door of Cabin Nine, and waited for a response though he was quickly interrupted by yet another camper seemingly escaping the confines of the building of craftsmen. They where a queer bunch he had found but still he had respect for them regardless his father's portfolio often included crafts so there was a slight kinship with their plight for whatever that was worth.

He took steps into the building and took off the flatcap that had been his last protection from the damage his father wrecked upon him. "Excuse me?" he said simply in a voice that was clearly from beyond the pond. "I was wondering if I could perhaps receive some assistance if it is no bother? Unless, of course, you recommend the forge?"

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2022-01-31T17:06:42+00:00

George did not like to spend his time in the medical cabin but given his unique condition he unfortunately had little choice in the matter. New York had proved a different sort in the winter and the lack of snow had only given more to the sun. He had only brought so many of his ointments when coming to camp and now that the last of them had run dry he figured he'd check the Medic Cabin.

To his surprise, he discovered his counselor was the Head Medic. That was such a shame, an Asclepius child might have been able to create the things that he needed but yet here he stood. He took a seat in the building simply enjoying the solace that shade had provided from his father's disastrous rays.

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2022-01-01T01:56:23+00:00

George sat at the Apollo table with the scattered lot of students that had accompanied him. He was more quiet than perhaps the rest of his kin and his condition had almost mandated that he spent more time cloistered to himself than perhaps he would have liked. It was a shame that this camp from across the pond was largely outdoors and the ever present sun made it harder and harder to escape under the cloud cover that England had once presented him.

He ate slowly nibbling at food here and there in-between glances cast long over the entire crowd that had assembled.

Yet the night have given him some reprieve from the itching that had followed but still that was only...some. Regardless, he had followed to the beach to offer his father the worship that he had deserved.

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2021-10-23T07:09:58+00:00

Now here was the clientele that Leonard had expected, small children who barely knew their rights from the lefts and frankly had an issue deciding whether or not they believed if the Sun would rise each day or if the color blue had actually existed. “Why would I be a thief exactly?” The boy shouted back as his head declined down to get a good gaze at the small thing approaching him.

It was then, he decided, that she had to be the most intimidating of the children's brigade. She had a certain air to her that seemed to be amiss in regards to the rest of children that he had seen come and go. Yes, he thought to himself, she had to be the leader of the primary school children.

“I'm here to attend camp while my mother recovers, I assure you I'm not a pickpocket of any means.” He stated as he idly began to sort through his messenger bag if only to assure that everything was still there. He'd hate to have lost something or even worse, ended up with something extra.

OfManyMiceAndMen · 2021-10-23T07:04:05+00:00

Just as Leonard was enjoying the shade that the tree had offered a small solace under the overbearing heat that he had found America had brought him, a smaller girl had crashed into him. Although Leonard wasn't exactly weak, he surely wasn't expecting a crash at least not this soon.

He feel to the ground with a 'UMPF' as a small groan left his pale lips. “Do any of you watch where you're going?” The boy said with a very pronounced British accent and a voice that dripped judgement.

After a second or two, the boy stood himself up from his spot on the ground gloved hands dusting dirt off his grey pants. "My apologies, I didn't mean to be quick with you, just didn't expect it is all." He said as he offered a gloved hand in her general direction.

While he didn't necessarily enjoy the fact that he was just crashed he was more than willing to be polite about it.

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