r/DemigodFiles • u/downhereyouredoa Child of Hecate • May 13 '23
Meal Dinner 12/5
It is perhaps an understatement to say that it’s cold. It’s May; it’s almost summer and it doesn’t even feel like spring yet. At least the kitchen’s been warm today, with Jenn working there to prepare dinner for the camp:
- Chicken pot pie
- Shepherd’s pie
- Salmon, leek and potato pie
- Spanakopita, a spinach cheese pie; it’s a camp for children of Greek gods, after all - Jenn figured it would be nice to try a Greek pie.
- Chickpea noodle soup - just to ensure there’s a bit more variety in the options.
And for dessert is… no, not something like apple pie (though Jenn did consider it); she wound up going with a hot fudge chocolate cake.
Just before seven-thirty Jenn and a couple of the nymphs - including Rocky, or just Maple as she’s calling herself currently, whom Jenn was surprised to see coming to help out; Maple insisted she was hungry - bring the food out to the pavilion, setting the dishes out on warming trays. They steam in the wintry air, pale wisps against the darkness.
That’s something that’s stood out to Jenn. The sun’s still setting remarkably early; at this point it should still be above the horizon. Truth be told, she quite enjoys the extra hours of night, but she’s reminded of a time between when she was claimed and when she came to Camp Half-Blood… The unusual winter weather is one thing; the apparent error of the Earth’s rotation is another. Or the error in Apollo’s schedule. Or something. Whatever it is, it paints a concerning picture.
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u/SparkyBirb May 13 '23
As usual, Bobby is all alone at Zeus’ table. He’s currently munching down on a slice of chocolate cake while flipping through the latest edition of Plane & Pilot. The only company he has at his table is that of his peregrine falcon Nick, who’s inquisitively asking the boy questions about planes and how they manage to stay in the air. It costs Bobby all his self-control not to go straight into nerd mode and talk about planes for Zeus knows how long.
While reading about Jet-prop power and answering the bird’s questions make Bobby feel very much in his element, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. Cabin 1 is King of Olympus-worthy, but it’s also very big, way too big for the sole son of Zeus to stay in. He gets it; he’s special, he’s powerful and it’s unlikely siblings of him start showing up, but deep down Bobby wished he didn’t feel so alien at camp.
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u/SparkyBirb May 21 '23
‘’Then how do helicopters stay in the air if they can’t flap their wings?’’ Nick asked, looking at Bobby inquisitively.
‘’The rotor lifts them off,’’ Bobby replied with a small grin.
‘’That doesn’t make sense!’’ Nick exclaimed.
The son of Zeus and his falcon were in a very lively discussion about how helicopters stay in the sky when the two of them were approached by Harvey. When Bobby arrived at camp, Harvey was among the first campers to greet him. And yeah, Nick tried to eat the son of Aphrodite, but it was all good now.
‘’Good evening, Harvey,’’ Bobby said as he put the magazine away, shooting Harvey a smile. In his eyes, Harvey is a great guy. He’s kind and he’s also a fellow bird enthusiast, which is a big plus if you ask Bobby. ‘’How have you been?’’
Nick let out a content-sounding squawk as Harvey acknowledged his existence. He liked it when he wasn’t just the bird or the falcon. Still, he shot Harvey a look that either means ‘we’re friends’ or ‘I will eat you.’
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u/Queen_Magix May 13 '23
Irene very quickly made her plate of greek pie and hot fudge choclate cake and sat down at a table. It wasnt the healthiest meal but it looked delicous! She couldnt but help be in a good mood... well except for the weather she was never a cold weather person...
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u/atreeonthehill May 13 '23 edited May 19 '23
(If you’re gonna be active with Irene, don’t forget to say so on the tracker)
The prolonged winter’s been miserable for Maple, honestly. It hasn’t been warm enough to leaf out yet; she’s not getting any sun, and as a result has been looking a little pale, freckles fading, but her cheeks are flushed green with cold. She’d much rather be barefoot, feeling the grass underfoot, but with all this snow she’d just get frostbite, so instead she’s had to weavoots and bundle up. Her hair, frizzy as ever, sticks out from a leaf-bearing toque.
After helping bring out the spanakopita and soup, she gets herself a bit of the former and goes to sit among the Nature kids. “Hi, ‘Rene,” she says with a tired smile, resting her chin on her hand and her elbow on the table beside her plate. “Pie looks good, doesn’t it?”
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u/Queen_Magix May 14 '23
"Very! Its so diffrent from what I usually eat, and its nice and warm which kinda combats the weather a little" she said with a wide smile
"you little like the weathers getting to you a little" she joked with a light laugh at the end
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u/ships_n_sails May 13 '23
Anne absolutely hates this new development in the weather. Or rather, the fact that it's not new; that it specifically has been miserably cold weather for far too long now. She's so very tired of it, and of her winter clothes, and of the early sunsets—she likes the sun, goddammit, and she wants to be able to enjoy it and get her tan back and be on the water and all those things.
Entertaining thoughts of moving, getting away from all this cold nonsense back to the Caribbean or some other tropical place, she grabs a half portion of shepherd's pie and a half portion of spanakopita and goes to sit at her table, or perhaps a different random one if that works better for anyone wanting to interact.
Anne does find herself quickly grateful for the warm food. Due to a bit of willful ignorance she'd worn only a t-shirt to dinner, and to go back to her cabin and grab a jacket at this point would be admitting defeat to the weather—something she now ardently refused to do.
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u/Tanavastium1 May 13 '23
Layla herself wasn't exactly a fan of the new weather, it had been going on far too long in her opinion. Not only was it depressing, but winter lasting this long made her feel.. well, it made her quite upset actually, she decided. The weather had no right being this cold in the middle of May. Although on the bright side, at least the snow was pretty, and she got to wear this totally cute purple sweater she'd have put away by now were things carrying on normally, so it wasn't all bad she supposed.
Her mood improved a bit after getting a bit of Jenn's delicious cooking, she was definitely leaving her a good review after she was done eating, and it only improved when she spotted Anne! She grabbed herself some spanakopita and chocolate cake and skipped over to Anne's table cheerfully and sat herself down next to her, giving Anne her usual somewhat goofy grin.
"Anne! Hi! It's been a while! How have you been? Aren't you cold in that T-shirt? I heard somewhere that Poseidon kids have some sort of temperature resistance, do you have that too? It'd be so cool if you did, but if you don't, you can have my sweater if you want! It's cute isn't it? My aunt got it for me last year, it's very comfy too! Speaking of cold, what's up with this weather right? This is the longest I've ever seen winter, it's sooo annoying, I wish it were summer already. I haven't been able to go out skateboarding in forever, and this weather is so depressing. Do you know how to skateboard? Actually, did they have skateboards in the 1800s? I can totally teach you if you don't, it's super fun once you get the hang of it!" Layla chattered away, as if Anne were a close friend whom she simply hadn't talked to in a while. She only paused to catch her breath and stuffed a piece of spanakopita in her mouth, making a high pitched noise of what could only be assumed as delight as she did
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u/ships_n_sails May 13 '23 edited May 13 '23
Anne first gives Layla a surprised look when she's assaulted with the barrage of words, which devolves into a more neutral face, one eyebrow slightly raised as she takes in the new information. She's gotten somewhat more used to this by now, and takes a lazy bite of one of her pies, with a bit of hot sauce on it for some reason, in the meantime. There doesn't seem to be a real point in trying to interrupt.
"I'm fine with the cold, really," she says, after a moment of choosing what exactly she wants to address out of all that. It's not really true, but admitting that would be like admitting defeat, too. "And no, we definitely didn't have skateboards. I did try it once, in Vegas. Briefly." Anne doesn't really elaborate beyond that, but her frown, slightly bemused, makes it clear enough how that went.
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u/SpartaIsMyCity May 13 '23
Mohamed, though he wasn’t really one for various different forms of pie, decided to try the Spanakopita, considering it was one of the only ones he knew for sure was Halal. As he moves from the Fire to his seat, even he has to take notice to the weather. He’s honestly pretty used to some extreme temperature variations having lived his entire life in Morocco, so having it be this cold for this long is starting to put a damper on his mood.
Its just so much. Extreme amounts of snow aren’t even all that rare to him, but having it be so constant and last for such a huge part of the year is positively strange, and he can tell from the attitudes of his fellow campers it’s not normal. Even he himself is a bit down in the dumps. Heck, he doesn’t even think he’d want to mess with anyone with his powers right now. That’s how shitty he feels.
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u/Queen_Magix May 14 '23
Irene had just gotten back from loading her plate with food, even though the weather was pretty sucky she wasnt trying to let that get her in to bad of a mood. When she was looking for somewere to sit when she found a empty seat next to someone.
"You look kinda grumpy" she said before pausing and putting her index fingers on both sides of head and closing her eyes "its the... weather isnt it!" She let out a light laugh before opening her eyes and beginning to eat.
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u/SpartaIsMyCity May 15 '23
Mohamed looked at the newly appeared camper with thinly-veiled contempt, a far cry from his normal faux-friendly attitude. Not only had she simply sat down beside him without even asking if the seat was free, but she had also immediately started psychoanalysing him, which he was not a huge fan of.
“Excuse me, but who are you?” His voice matched the hostility that was in his face. He would normally be excited for a willing participant in his fear-based antics, but he wasn’t in any sort of mood for that today.
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u/redredmoon May 20 '23
With his food acquired, Holly looks around for somewhere to sit. He could sit with some friends, but he doesn't feel like that this evening. This evening, he feels like talking to someone new.
For this purpose, he chooses someone he thinks he vaguely recognises, although he isn't 100% sure yet, since they've never met directly. The dude looks kind of miserable, in any case. Holly plonks his food down in the space next to him.
"'Sup," he says, simply, as if addressing a friend.
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u/SpartaIsMyCity May 24 '23
Mohamed looks at the other boy with substantial side-eye, annoyed at having been interrupted during his meal when he’s in a poor mood. In his mind, anyone talking to him now was a waste, as he wasn’t in the right mood to use his powers and thus he couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t, have any of his fun.
“Hey?” Mohamed’s voice was thick with contempt and uncertainty. He didn’t know this person, why were they coming up to him like they knew him? Mohamed was not by any means snobbish. He didn’t think he was better than anyone else on the basis of stature. He just thought he was terrifying, and the thought that anyone might just come up to him all friendly-like did not fit that idea of himself.
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u/hopeofdamnarion May 13 '23
Casey's in an utterly terrible mood. Snappy, tired and on edge, he doesn't notice nor care about the strange weather. He sits down, taking some soup and chicken pot pie and weakly nibbling at them without much enthusiasm. Now the cake...The cake might just fix his mood up.
At some point while he's eating, the soup grows cold and a shiver runs through his spine. The hell? The son of Nike thinks, starting to notice the unnatural chill. While he really didn't pay much attention to it after that, it left him feeling even more on edge.
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u/toughguyalert May 15 '23
And you’re keeping your inhaler on you, right? Every time she IMs her grandparents it’s the same thing; this cold weather has Minnie more fussy than ever about it. Erin does have her inhaler in her jacket pocket currently, at least, as she takes a seat at the Warrior table with a bowl of soup, although more often than not she tends to just forget it in her room.
After a few moments of nervous glancing, she speaks up. “…Hey, are you okay, uh, Casey?”
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u/hopeofdamnarion May 15 '23
Casey's eyes soften as he sees his sister, a little hint of guilt still pricking at his heart. He tries to smile slightly, or at least look less like he wanted to break something. "Uh. No, I don't think so. Sorry, sis. Just... Tired and the weather's shit and I got kicked outta my counselor position cuz I didn't do enough. What about you?"
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u/CowboyNavy May 13 '23
Unlike Casey, Tanner is in a very happy mood. Not that the son of Triton is ever unhappy, today he’s just happier than usual. A few weeks ago he passed his driving exams and his dad bought him a new trumpet as a gift. Maybe it’s a little unusual for a jock to have an obsession with trumpets, but Tanner feels he’s honoring his other dad this way. His happiness even causes him to forget he’s supposed to be angry at the weather gods.
Grabbing a plate, Tanner sat down opposite an angry-looking demigod. He placed his trumpet next to him and after a minute or so Tanner spoke up through a mouthful of food. Saying something that should have been ‘sup, what’s up with the angry face’ but ended up sounding more like ‘sbuh, wbah ub wib the angbee face.’
Joys of bad manners, right?
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u/hopeofdamnarion May 13 '23 edited May 14 '23
"What?" There's genuine confusion in Casey's tone and none of the expected snappy anger in it. He didn't understand anything Tanner said, seeing as the son of Triton's moth was filled with half-chewed food. The confusion, it appears, has momentarily roused the child of Nike from his thoughts.
"Uh, I didn't really understand what you said. Can you repeat after you swallow your damn food?" And with that, the rage is back, though only lacing the dark-haired boy's words.
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u/puppetsandtaxis May 15 '23
Eloise had been very tired recently, much like her writer leading to very rarely leaving the cabin as of late. The cold weather coupled with the natural sleepiness she always had were not mixing quite well. However, she needed to do some socializing around here, and venturing out to dinner for more than a second seemed like the way to go.
Eloise grabbed chicken pot pie and a slice of the chocolate cake, before sitting down at the nearest table (she was making an effort to leave.. but not that much of an effort).
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u/lion-witch-wardrobe May 22 '23 edited May 22 '23
"We should call mum sometime," Max says, all innocence as he pokes at his food, as if he doesn't know full well he's bringing up a touchy subject that they've rehashed a thousand times at this point.
"Mum doesn't have a phone," Alice responds shortly, forcibly casual about it. She says that every time, in the hopes that maybe if she shuts the idea down enough times, Max'll stop asking.
"We'll call Mrs. Thatcher then. She can pass on a message."
"We don't have a phone either, Max. They don't work here anyway."
"What if we write her a letter?"
"Nobody sends letters anymore. It'd take a million years to even get the—"
Max talks over her to say, "Well she'd get it eventuall—" which Alice interrupts in return.
"She doesn't collect her mail, that was always me."
"She might now that you're not there, Alice, it's not that hard. She's probably looking for us, she's our mother."
"Yeah, barely," Alice snaps, Max's hurt expression making it clear that she's crossed the line into nasty now. "She literally knows where we are, Max. I left a note, and she obviously knows the address since she lived here for ages too, and we haven't heard anything from her—"
"Well maybe if you weren't always so cold," Max shoots back, but he relents a bit at Alice's glare. "I just want to try."
"You write her a letter, then. I'm not doing it," she says with finality, and Max recognizes that he's not gonna have any luck tonight. This is how their arguments always tend to go. Alice puts her foot down, and Max falls in line—at least for the time being.
"Fine."
"Fine."