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                                    One thing Veronica hated about mornings... Was that they existed in the first place. Especially after a night like before... that she had no clear memories of. Christ, she was a mess.

                                    Well, not like she had been a few months ago. She was clean now, and planned on staying that way for as long a possible. A relapse would do more harm than good, both to her system and her career. But drinking was a whole other ball game of bullshittiery.

                                    So in the moment she was in now, the dark haired female settled in, letting her body slowly wake up. Beside her there was someone, who was warm and cuddly. Something she absolutely loved, but not many reciprocated the notion. But then whoever they where was gone and her brain began the dance of 'Am I awake or am I going back to sleep?'.

                                    "Oh hell."

                                    Blue eyes opened at the sound of a voice, something about it familiar, before quickly shutting again. Rubbing her face, she sat up on one arm, blinking the headache that was throbbing behind her eyelids away the best she could. "Coffee," mumbled, opening her eyes to take in her bearings, only to find a mug on the night stand.

                                    Well now, wasn't he handy!

                                    Reaching for it, she took a small sip, humming as she sat up more, not caring she was naked as a baby bird, sipping at the mug like it was a life line. Beside her tall, dark, magical and handsome, she heard him say something. It didn't register that it was a curse, but her mind did keep up enough that the bed dipped when he sat down.

                                    Turning her head, she blinked a few times, lifting a brow. "Penny for your thoughts?" She asked with a slow smile, that mischievous look in her eyes as she took him in.

                                    Whomever this fellow was, Veronica definitely felt like she hit the jackpot. Plus her legs still felt all jittery and weak. Someone definitely did a good job to make the pornstar experience what she put out there for the masses!

                                    Her eyes trailed his sexy form, her baby blues drinking in this fine slice of man like he was her last meal. "Say handsome, how'd we get back here? I don't remember much."

                                    Lifting her hand, the dark haired female rubbed her forehead, frowning when she realized there was something on her finger. What she wasn't expecting when she lowered her hand was to see a ring on it. Setting her mug aside, the young woman felt bile begin to rise in her throat.

                                    But not just any ring.

                                    A goddamn WEDDING RING.

                                    Opening her mouth, then closing it again, she glanced at the man beside her. A take away from all this, the ring was absolutely GORGEOUS. Definitely something she had never seen before, and this girl had seen some rocks.

                                    "U-Uh tex, where'd this piece of ice come from?" Holding up her hand, she gave a weak smile.

                                    Veronica knew she was in Vegas, of all places. But to wake up married to a perfect stranger? That was something that only happened in the movies!
                                      Shocked ; Baffled ; Flirty |.| OUTFIT |.| Her Room |.| Colton (Husband)

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                                              The room was still and quiet as Sebastian rolled over, smiling to himself.

                                              Though the last 24 hours had been a complete emotional s**t show, he was actually pretty content. Sure, the love of his life had stood him up at the alter with a last minute text message that she wasn't coming and couldn't do it.

                                              Or the one a few hours later about how she had found someone else and was now engaged to her.

                                              Sebastian was old fashioned, sure. But he wasn't ignorant or misguided. If it made Alice happy, then it made her happy. Still, it didn't stop the bitter sting that his fiancee had left him for someone else, let alone another woman. He supposed the signs had been there, but he had tried making the relationship work regardless because he was madly in love with her.

                                              Unfortunately she hadn't felt the same way back.

                                              Though it sucked majorly, and he did feel a bit heartbroken and betrayed, memories of the night before started filtering through his mind.

                                              He had met a girl, he recalled somewhat, after losing track of Theo somewhere in one of the bars. Someone had the bright idea to do a pub crawl, but no one bothered to be the designated sober one, so no wonder they all ran off like drunk toddlers.

                                              From what he was slowly remembering, Bastian had hit it off with this girl. A smile that reminded him of the sun, the mischievous glint in her eyes that made him curious. A body like pow.

                                              Honestly, she ticked off every box on his mental checklist, though it wasn't long or detailed. He was a simple guy with simple needs.

                                              Moving again, the dirty blond groaned softly. There was the aching throb in his head now, as the blond started coming too more and more. Just how much did he drink last night? Apparently a little to much it seemed.

                                              It probably didn't help that he had a hard time expressing his emotions. It wasn't easy for Sebastian sometimes. Though his parents loved him, they hadn't been very forthcoming with their feelings and the like, so he learned to internalize a lot.

                                              Fortunately, he's learning to do better. But it takes time.

                                              A soft start came to the blond as he felt something warm move beside him. Instinctively, Sebastian pulled it closer, smiling as all other thoughts began to turn into sleepy nothings. Though his mind began to kick back into gear realizing he was not alone and he was holding onto them.

                                              Vague flashes of the girl from before came to his mind, as did some highlights of the nights activities. He wasn't a sleaze by any means, but he wasn't about to jump up and tell whoever this was to get out. No, he'd treat her to breakfast, ask her how she was doing and if she needed to get home any time soon. Make a proper date out of the day.

                                              He owed whoever this was that much.

                                              As his brain began to kick into gear, the young blond gave his companion a soft squeeze, nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in slowly. "Mmmm, you smell good," he mumbled sleepily.

                                              He had done this with his ex a lot, and she had hated it. Sebastian couldn't help that he was actually big on cuddling and he rather enjoyed it. Though he was aware this wasn't his ex, mainly because she had never smelled this nice before. She smelled like apples and wild flowers. He liked that scent.

                                              Beside him, he felt his partner moving around a little. Cue for him to let go. Moving back, the blond rubbed his face, yawning as he sat up. Pausing as he felt something knew in place, he blinked, looking down at his hand.

                                              A wedding ring?

                                              Right then a cold stab of realization hit him. A rough memory from the night before. "Holy s**t," he whispered, not sure what to make of this, "I'm married?"

                                              Swallowing thickly, he glanced at his bedmate, brows raised. How in the hell had this happened?

                                        Confused ; Alert ; Wondering || His Room || His New Wife (Catronia) || OUTFIT

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                                              The night before was nothing more than a whirlwind of laughter, alcohol and dancing. Much of the night before was clouded and foggy, but his brain remembered a thousand watt smile and legs for days as he hugged his pillow to his chest.

                                              Whoever the mysterious woman was haunting his dreams, Theodore had recalled enjoying himself for the first time in a long time. Which was exactly the point of this trip, after Sebastian got ditched.

                                              The law student still had to write Alice a very long letter about what she had done and how wrong that was. Hell, she never told him anything and they were supposed to be the very best of friends. Clearly not!

                                              As the sun rose through the window of his room, Theodore groaned as the familiar throbbing of his hangover reared it's head. Everything was suddenly hypersensitive; Sound, light, touch, taste. Honestly it felt like he had been punched in the back of his head.

                                              Then suddenly, there was abrupt movement beside him. He barely lifted his head as his companion exclaimed, but it did resonate with him. Had he hooked up last night? Nothing was coming to mind at the moment, but his body did fell... Well, clearly the blond had gotten busy.

                                              It was just a little concerning how drunk he had gotten.

                                              Even though his head throbbed, he knew he had to face the music and speak to his mysterious companion, maybe get some answers. If she had any herself, that is.

                                              "Hey! Talk, dark, and married! Time to wake up and explain some things. Make this make sense!"

                                              It took more effort than Theodore was proud of, blinking as he looked up at the woman speaking, wincing visibly at the volume. It took him a long second, blinking slowly. "Married? I'm not married."

                                              Of course his life could never be this simple. As he sat up, he grunted, touching his forehead, a mass of colors and lights followed by flashes of nearly incomprehensible images flashing before his eyes. The sick feeling of deja vu hitting him as he looked up again, his blue eyes wide with fright.

                                              He wanted to be sick.

                                              But instead of that, he began rubbing his hands together, pausing when he felt something. Looking down at his hand, there, indeed, was a wedding band. "Oh s**t..."

                                              That was a complete understatement!

                                              What the hell had he done last night? Groaning softly, Theodore put his head into his hands, a wave of nausea hitting him. Breathing in deeply, the blond focused on that. Though each breath reminded him of his throbbing head, he had to put his brave face on and be an adult.

                                              "Coffee," he mumbled from under his hands, "we need coffee and to talk about this at a quieter decibel." Sitting up, he smiled a little at his new bride, though there was a glint of unease in his eyes.

                                              Theodore Richards had been here once before, and in full honesty, he was terrified right now. He was certain this wasn't like before, but he had the voices of doubt, speaking loudly to him in his hangover.

                                              He needed answers, they both did.

                                        Scared ; Uneasy ; Surprised || His Room || Pheadra (his new wife) || OUTFIT

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                                          He could surmise it was morning with the sound of life outside of his window, that and someone's children running up and down the hall outside his door. The children were fine, he actually enjoyed hearing the patter of feet and giggling. It was the construction happening somewhere near by that made the normally passive and shy young man want to commit murder.

                                          Sucking in a slow breath, Ezra pushed himself up, wincing when the jackhammering started again. It was like a bullet between both temples, ricocheting back and forth. In plain English, it hurt like a goddamn b***h.

                                          Rubbing his head, he slumped back into the bed, sighing as he rolled over only to jump when he felt something touch his back. He wasn't alone in bed, it seemed. The sudden movement made him gag, feeling his stomach not liking the sudden movement and he tasted bile.

                                          Covering his mouth, the Asian male took a few slow breaths, slowly climbing out of the bed, not sure if he should make a dash for the bathroom or not. "Easy, easy Ez," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he counted backwards from a random number. Letting the nausea pass, he lowered his hand, making a face as he moved towards the mini-fridge.

                                          Opening it, he sighed in relief seeing it was still fully stocked. Sure, he was here on a work commission for a rare book and he had fundage to do what he sort of pleased.

                                          Which brought him back to who in the heck was in his bed?

                                          Pulling out two water bottles, he turned back to the hotel bed in question. Whoever this blond Adonis was in his bed, Ezra was confused on how he had landed such a God. Slowly, he made his way closer to the bed, not sure if he should attempt to wake the guy up and see if he was okay or--

                                          "What the ********]"

                                          There was a glint of something that caught his attention, Ezra feeling sick again as it slowly clicked in his brain just exactly what hand it was on and what the particular piece of jewelry meant.

                                          Yu Ezra, North Korean defector, American Citizen, had gotten married in Las Vegas to a nameless hottie. Nameless because any memories of the night before were bright, loud blurs and now that he thought about it, his backside hurt a--"Oh my God, I got married!

                                    His Hotel Room ||: His Husband (Austin)||: Shocked ; Uncertain ; Nauseous ||: My Sweater Vest

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                                              Damien sighed as he rolled onto his stomach, yawning, vaguely aware he was not alone in his bed. The morning rays were peaking into his room, the light warming his hand as his head turned away from the light with a soft groan. For the moment he was unaware of what was going to transpire when he opened his eyes. Or rather, what had already transpired.

                                              So for right now, his mind enjoyed the peace and quiet he was being given. Something rare and few for him these days.

                                              Until maybe 6 months ago, this had been a normal thing for the dark haired man. Waking up in strange hotel rooms both his and not, with an attractive girl beside him. Nothing out of the ordinary for him.

                                              Plus side, all these hookups and romps were 100% consensual, both parties agreeing it started at the bar door and ended when he or she left in the morning. Seldom did he have breakfast with anyone, which wasn't an issue. But things were usually awkward in the morning anyway, so...

                                              Everything changed, those short 6 months ago, when he came home early one night to find a basket on his doorstep and a baby inside.

                                              According to the letter attached, this was his son, Damien Avery Conners, Jr. To say he was shocked and stunned would be an understatement. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever come home to a baby on his step.

                                              It took a week, but the Photographer managed to track down the Mother, his ex for many reasons, Evengeline. It took some prodding, but it turns out she had just found out she was pregnant when they split and decided to not tell him because, well, ******** him, according to her. He wasn't willing to do an open relationship, why should he know?

                                              That made his blood boil, but in the end, she hadn't taken the pregnancy well and impending Motherhood even worse, so once the child was born, she waved her rights and left the baby on his doorstep.

                                              In short, from the second he found his son, to now, Damien had rocket launched himself into Fatherhood and never looked back. Avery, as he affectionately called him, became his life. He wouldn't lie, it was one of the hardest things, but at the end of the day, seeing his little man content and happy, sleeping on his chest, it was all worth it.

                                              But he still had to work and make social appearances. Not for the first or last time, the dark haired male was glad to have his array of brothers to pick on for babysitting.

                                              Breathing in sharply with a start, the Photographer blinked as he sat up, yawning widely, rubbing his face. Glancing over his shoulder at his companion, the man gave himself a mental high five. Both because she was absolutely gorgeous, but if she was still here, asleep, he had also done his job the night before.

                                              A vague memory came to him, her face clouded slightly in the hangover fog; Damien remembered meeting her by chance at the bar once he finished up at the benefit, talking and laughing. So something must have gone right, because he knew for certain he would have showed off the pictures of his son to this woman.

                                              He was a proud Papa, what can he say?

                                              Running his hand through his hair, he rubbed his eyes with his other hand, Damien paused as he felt something cool and smooth rub against his face. Pulling his hand back, the hazel eyed male stared at the ring on his finger. Had he... gotten married?

                                              "Oh no. No, no, no... Nooooo." Laughing a little to himself, Damien shook his head. Maybe it was a prank. He was definitely being pranked.

                                              "I need coffee," he murmured softly, feeling the ache behind his left eye starting to get more apparent. That sort of migraine feeling mixed with being hit in the eye, but not quiet getting a shiner.

                                              Standing, the dark haired man shuffled towards the little breakfast nook in the room, happy to see they had one of those coffee pod-things. Checking the well for water, he popped in his favorite blend they had on hand, waiting as the maker got to work. Setting out two mugs, he might as well have one ready for his... well, he would find out when she woke up.

                                              He took the time to look around the room. Not that he was judging, he could tell it was one of the cheaper rooms. He wouldn't lie, he was always down for a bargain, but Raven Queen herself had offered to rent him one of the suites. It had taken some haggling, but he managed to talk her down to one of the lower end suites, more his speed anyway.

                                              Spying his jacket in a chair by the desk his laptop sat on, he moved towards it. As he got closer, he couldn't help noticing something under his jacket. Now this had Damien's attention as he slowly lifted up the jacket.

                                              Swallowing thickly as the thick, off white envelop thump!ed softly on the chair, he felt himself pale. A wave of mild nausea following, but he managed to push it back, remembering to breathe.

                                              It was true.

                                              "[********]
                                              His Room - | His new wife(Averi) - | Tense ; Confused ; Unsure - | OUTFIT

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                                    Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.

                                    The endless ringing in the room was enough to drive him insane. Rolling over, he pulled his pillow over his head, hoping it would help with the sound. It did, a little.

                                    Vaguely, he was aware of someone else in the room, speaking. But he was so tired and even moving that little bit had been completely draining. This was why he didn't drink much or often, it always kicked him in the a** the next day.

                                    But judging by the kick and the slew of cursing before, Conrad knew he had to face whatever was beyond the veil of his closed eyes. Breathing in, he paused as it caused a sharp pain in his temple. ********, did he drink tequila? Oh boy, he was going to need something strong to get his a** out of this bed.

                                    Sliding his hand down to the floor, he relaxed feeling the familiar soft fur of Sunshine. Instant relief flooded him knowing she was there with him and made waking up a little more tolerable. The canine was his companion and rock in the darkest of times, so not having her meant he would be in instant panic mode.

                                    Opening his blue eyes, the honey haired male pushed himself up as Sunshine stretched beside him, only for her head to pop up over the side of the bed, her tail wagging a thousand miles per hour. "Easy girl," he murmured affectionately, giving her ears a ruffle. Though her breed was known for their excitable nature, Sunshine happened to be very mellow for her kind.

                                    Turning his head at the distinct sounds of a coffee maker finishing up, the reporter paused spying a woman sitting at the near by desk. As if on cue, Sunshine made her way around the bed, popping out from the side when he noticed he had what he could guess was his companions bra on top of her head.

                                    "s**t, Sunshi--"

                                    Lurching forward, he groaned, hand instantly flying to his head, but manged to snatch the garment off of his dog's head, setting it on the bed. No need to embarrass this person... who had had very little recollection of.

                                    In fact, even vaguely recalling last night was a giant blank.

                                    Well no, that wasn't entirely true.

                                    He remembered getting up on stage in the karaoke bar and singing to someone who he thought was the most beauti-- "Oh s**t," he whispered softly, catching a glint on his left hand, his face paling.

                                    Slowly bringing himself the courage to look up at the woman in the room, he noticed, she too, had a ring.

                                    "Well... Mother is going to be happy."
                                      Nauseous ; Confused ; Panicked |-| OUTFIT |-| His Wife (Natalie)|-| Natalie's Room

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                                                  "No, no, please! I promise I'll have your money!"

                                                  Victoria twitched as she laid in her bed, dead to the world. For the most part. A soft whine leaving her as she tried to move, but it felt as though her hands were bound.

                                                  "Please Tony, please. Just a little more time! PLEASE!"

                                                  The dark haired girl heard the distinct sound of a gun being checked, the safety being flicked back. A revolver. She sobbed as her head turned away, feeling the fear of the man about to be killed.

                                                  "See, I'm sorry Kev, but you know the boss told you needed to pay up. Ain't got no more time for you." He sighed, she heard him pacing in the dark of this dream. It was always like this. The young woman not sure she could handle seeing what actually happened to some of these people. "I hope in the void you're not in pain anymore. I am sorry."

                                                  He sounded sorry, actually genuinely sad.

                                                  It didn't change a thing as he pulled the trigger, Victoria screaming as she finally was released from the dream. Covering her face, she cried. She cried for the loss of life. For that she was invoked in this mans final minutes.

                                                  It took her a moment to compose herself, the dark haired girl curled in on herself as she breathed in shallowly, trying to calm the shaking in her hands. She was so tired. So, so, so tired of these dreams. Of hearing the myriad of weapons used to kill people, sending their souls off to her.

                                                  What did they think, she was some endless welcoming bosom for the souls they literally threw away like trash? Laughing a little at her own thoughts, Victoria pressed her hand against her forehead. She had to get out of bed today.

                                                  The new Goddess was aware of her unhealthy habit of laying in bed all day on her days off, so she knew she had to get up. She was beginning to get sore and achy from just laying around.

                                                  "C'mon Victoria, let's get out of bed... Maybe go down to the book store? Get some coffee and a book? A manga?" Yes, she was talking to herself, trying to pep talk herself out of bed. "Maybe see if that new anime movie you've been waiting for is out?"

                                                  The shaking in her hands had stopped now, her breathing regulating as she finally calmed down. She was getting better at this, it just sucked to be doing it alone all the time. But Victoria would be the first to admit dating her isn't easy, if at all possible.

                                                  Managing to push herself out of bed, Victoria shuffled to the bathroom, doing the human thing. She wondered, idly, as she washed her face, how many of her fellows did this? Used the toilet, showered, brushed their hair without using their powers. She knew Dia wasn't one for doing such things.

                                                  Speaking of... She could probably text her friend. It had been a few days.

                                                  Rubbing her cheek, Victoria shuffled right back into her room, patting her bed for her phone, humming as she pulled up Dia's contact.
                                                  To Dia
                                                  To: Dia
                                                  From: Victoria
                                                  Message: Hey, uh... I'm heading out today. Wanna meet up for coffee or something?
                                                  I'm trying, Dia
                                                  I miss you...


                                                  Hitting send, she set her phone down and just hoped for the best.

                                                  Perking up at the sound of paws at her door, she smiled, opening it to find the one stray she couldn't get rid of. Not that the girl would ever want to.

                                                  What greeted her was a particularly happy and purring black cat she had found, abandoned as a kitten on her way home some weeks back. "Hey Salem," she greeted, reaching down picking up the black ball of feline fluff. He was aptly named after a character from the OG run of Sabrina: the Teenage Witch. Something she had found to watch one night after some more nightmares and found herself sleeping peacefully with the cat in her arms and the show playing in the background.

                                                  Not surprisingly, he had grown a bit in her care, and Victoria had gotten quiet attached to the feline, so she just couldn't bring herself to get rid of him. Especially when he purred and rubbed his face against her, bringing her warm, loving comfort. "Hey, I had another bad dream bud. Thanks."

                                                  Giggling, she carried him into her room, setting him on the bed as she headed into her closet, looking for something comfortable to wear out.
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                                    FRY, conrad james
                                    tab tab Son of LOKI
                                    Conrad dozed in his seat on the United Emirates, Sunshine laying contently in front of him, looking like the best girl she was. The reason for this snooze was because of the pounding headache he just seemed not to be able to shake since the other night. Plus, seems he was having some dizzy spells.

                                    Still, he had received his invite to this Camp Herculean and needed to be there by the 21st. Thankfully, being a freelance reporter, or Journalist as some called it, he could literally do his job from anywhere and report on anything he needed to, as long as it was interesting and would make a good story. At least to the mortal masses.

                                    Though he hadn't been fortunate enough to make it to his Norse Camp, reasons he wasn't sure, but also unbothered by, Conrad did manage to make friends over the years. People like him, children of Gods that seldom paid attention to you and if they did, well, you knew it was going to be a bad time. Usually, although he had heard of some decent experiences.

                                    Far and few, though.

                                    Still, though he had tried looking up anything about this camp on various underground, safe guarded blogs for demigod kind, nothing came up. So it had to be for only those chosen, right?

                                    That had given him some pause, considering who his Father was and what he was known for. Conrad still had no idea why he was chosen without his Father being the one to do it. Must be some weird magical fluke, he guessed.

                                    Yet, whatever was unfolding would be something that needed to be recorded and told as accurately as possible. Something the demigod prided himself on, good, accurate retellings. Plus, to be a part of something historical for their kind and be there for it? Maybe he would even be put down as a scribe!

                                    Now, if he could just shake this headache behind his eyes.

                                    - - -


                                    Landing had been smooth, if it hadn't scared the absolute s**t out of Conrad, jolting him awake.

                                    Getting through customs had been... rather unpleasant, as he was inspected twice, as he had come from a remote area in Afghanistan, to Cairo, to the US. "Really, the air fare had been cheaper to do it that way!"

                                    Still, after one more thorough patting down and Sunshine earning the affection of all the TSA agents, the pair finally made it to luggage pickup and now to track down a taxi. JFK was busy, as usual it seemed, though it was the reporters first time there and while normally he was amazed by such things, he did need to get a move on.

                                    Another twenty minutes of tracking down a cab that allowed dogs, however, proved to be a little bit of a hassle. Still, with some tenacity and a nice young man who showed him how to turn on his international services on his phone, the pair were in an Uber and headed to the address he had been given.

                                    - - -


                                    The trip was shorter than his flight, but still a long one as they drove and drove, twisting through an unfamiliar forest, but the young man could sense the power there. He sat a little straighter, absently petting Sunshine as she laid across his lap, snoozing away.

                                    "A lot of people have been coming this way, it seems," the driver piped up, Conrad noting the man looking at him in the rear view. "Some kind of gathering? Retreat?"

                                    Ah, he was looking for information.

                                    Managing a smile and a shrug, Conrad chuckled softly. "I'm not sure, to be honest." Which was the truth, he didn't know much more than what little bit had been in the email. "It's supposed to be something life changing, sort of like those fancy retreats." Shrugging again, he ruffled his labs soft ears. "I'm here to report my honest findings, who knows, maybe in a year, you'll be coming here."

                                    It was a lie, clearly, but it seemed to put the man at ease. Less like this was some kind of cult related thing, though he supposed in away it was. Though less Doomsday Cult and more Prevent the Doomsday Cult.

                                    Spying the cabin as they rounded some trees, Conrad's brows went up, glancing at the driver for a moment, who seemed normal. Good, the glamour was in place.

                                    They arrived a few minutes later, Conrad tipping the man generously as he exited with Sunshine, taking a deep breath as he grabbed their bags from the back, following the path into the new Camp, behind a familiar looking, helpful young man.

                                    - - -


                                    The little welcoming talk had been... something else. Seemed cut and dry, though he wondered why a warning about inner fighting needed to be mentioned. The demigod reporter had cast a quick glance around, wondering who had bad blood between each other.

                                    Still, once things commenced, instead of heading into the new home sweet home, Conrad took a path to the right to find a quick potty spot for Sunshine. A few minutes of walking and stepping off the trail later, the reporter let Sunshine off her leash to do her business, taking in a deep breath of his new surroundings.

                                    Idly, he wondered if this place was anything like the Camp he had missed out on going to when he was younger. He would have to find out, for sure. Even if some people might not like him afterwards for his heritage...
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                                    ROTH, venus esme
                                    tab tab Daughter of PERSEPHONE
                                    Finally zipping her double bag closed, Venus sighed as she tossed it by the door, checking her phone again, chewing on her bottom lip. Vas still hadn't answered her, not that this was uncommon for her brother. When he was on missions, cell service was spotty and he answered when he could. But in recent light of things, she figured he'd be trying a little more.

                                    On cue, a message sound trilled in the space of her apartment, cerulean blues flicked to the screen. It wasn't who she was expecting, but the name and message made her smile, her shoulders relaxing.

                                    It was like Silas always knew when she needed something. Sitting back on her thrifted couch, she sighed, opening the snapchat message, sending one back of her sticking her tongue out and throwing up the peace sign, sending a cheeky message back.

                                    Tomorrow was the big day, the three of them, though it was supposed to be four of them, would be heading to Rhode Island to this new, mysterious camp. Vee hadn't been surprised when Silas texted her about it after she finished talking to a pissed off Vasilios, but the ravenette had been surprised both Smith twins were going too. Though she was thankful to have familiar and trusted friends going.

                                    Plus maybe Vas could get off his a** and make a move on Sesily. Time would only tell, but it was a very limited set of time.

                                    Setting her phone down, she sighed, rubbing her cheek, staring at the TV show she had put on, but had no recollection of why or what it was. Just moving people and colors, her mind a little more than wondering as she hoped her 'twin' would get back to her soon.

                                    - - -


                                    The next morning was busy, the ravenette grabbing last minute things, sending out last minute texts, making sure Marleen knew the new security code for the back door and to take out the trash on Thursday.

                                    "Why do I feel like I'm missing something..." Pausing by the door, she blinked, groaning when she realized it.

                                    It wasn't that she didn't mind having her daggers, for protection purposes, she minded because she never wanted to be in a situation and having to use them. Realistically, Venus knew it was a moot point, given who she was and who her Mother was. Plus Vas and Si wouldn't always be there to protect her.

                                    Plus with how grim things were sounding, she knew the time would come sooner rather than later. Opening the drawer next to her bed, she pulled out the box she kept the set in, tucking it under her arm as she walked back into the small living room.

                                    Shoving the box into her bag, she checked the time and cursed. Silas and Ses would be there any minute. Picking up her step, she turned off the lights, unplugged anything not essential and reminded Marleen to check on the seedlings when she came in. Grabbing her things and locking up, though it felt like what was going to be for a lot longer than she hoped, Venus walked out to the curb, just in time, too.

                                    - - -


                                    The drive to camp was pleasant enough, Venus doing some catching up with Sesily, while sitting up front and holding Silas' hand. They saw each other often enough, but Venus couldn't help being excited all the time.

                                    With a little luck, and sending very threatening thoughts to her brother on the way, Vasilios finally messaged her back. Seems he had gotten stuck in Nevada a little longer, but his plane was landing soon and he paid the 10$ to be able to message her. Yeah, that was her goof ball of a brother alright.

                                    She also relaid the message to Silas and Sesily, spying how her best friend handled the news, but said nothing since it wouldn't do much currently. The son of Hades had to figure things out for himself and make the move. Though she hoped a child of Aphrodite would be among those summoned, maybe she could pester them for some advice for her sibling.

                                    Thankfully the arrival at camp was enough to distract the young demigoddess from her thoughts, plus finally hearing from her brother eased the worry that had been on her mind. Once they were parked and unloaded, she noted this felt a lot like going to Camp Half-Blood, though the air here was different. Charged with a different kind of energy.

                                    Taking Silas' hand, she smiled up at him, squeezing. "Don't let go, okay?" Like she really needed to ask, but this was sort of new and she was a little nervous, a little excited. She needed to be grounded some. So why not her cute, hunky boyfriend?

                                    - - -


                                    Vas had finally met up with the trio just before the welcome wagon made their announcement, and honestly, Venus could have strangled him for his timing. But now that the squad was back together, she could breathe a little easier. Her important people were here.

                                    Glancing up at the cabin they were all going to be calling home, she glanced at Silas. "Well, since this is supposed to be like camp," she teased, grabbing her things, "I'm off to find my room, no boys allowed." Sticking out her tongue, she laughed as she jogged in, making sure to loose them in the crowd of other people.

                                    Though she would have liked to share a room with Ses or Silas, even her brother, Venus did want to branch out on her own this time. Find friends of her own and see how she did by herself for this once. She just hoped her roommate was okay with Vas crashing in, often.

                                    Thankfully finding her room was easy, and for the moment it was empty. Instead of claiming a bed, Venus set her things by the door, glad she opted for the one bag and her backpack. Hopefully her roommate, though she did note three beds, wouldn't mind she didn't take fist pick. Checking the time, she hummed, heading back out.

                                    She needed to find Vas and give him a piece of her mind.
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                                    ROTH, vasilios edward
                                    tab tab Son of HADES
                                    Getting stuck in Nevada for an additional mission had not been on the agenda. Nope, not even remotely. But he had gotten a text message from Chiron as they passed into Las Vegas city limits, talking about a sighting of a Hellhound an hour from Vegas. He had said it was a squad mission, but honestly Vasilios wasn't going to make them be out here an additional 5 hours.

                                    No. So, as squad leader, he sent them on ahead and held onto his ticket. Plus he had a few strings he could pull if they were going to give him trouble when he finally made it into the airport.

                                    The goodbye to his squad mates was a warm one, each of their tired faces looking thankful. Something the fellow demigod understood. Plus it was a Hellhound sighting, how hard could it be?

                                    - - -


                                    Sometimes the raven haired male didn't know when to shut the hell up.

                                    Well, Vasilios couldn't have been more wrong. He was a day late and had a broken phone. He prayed it would turn on when he got to charge it, otherwise he was screwed and 3 people waiting for him in NYC were going to want to kill him.

                                    Venus especially.

                                    Mainly because they had minimal contact this latest mission, which wasn't unusual, but after getting 'chosen' by their respective parent, and she told him Ses and Silas had been picked as well. This only made things more frustrating that everyone he cared about was being picked for this ultimate suicide mission.

                                    Thankfully, when he finally arrived at the airport, he managed to bullshit his way through exchanging his ticket, speed walk his way through security and managed to get a small nap in before his flight.

                                    Vas managed to text Venus as he was boarding that he was going to be late, though knowing his luck and a busted a** phone, she might not get it until after the fact. Plus, the raven haired male just needed a new phone.

                                    - - -


                                    One 5 hour flight later, Vasilios was impatiently waiting by the luggage carousal. He was on a time crunch and he needed it to go faster. Thankfully, the alarm sounded and first out was his dufflebag. Grabbing it, he turned, speed walking to the taxi area to catch a cab. Unfortunately, just his damn luck, there was not a soul to be found.

                                    Cursing, he pulled out his phone, sighing as he started checking his Uber app and hoping his money was in his account for this latest mission. Grumbling as his app took a second to load, he glanced up and around, looking for something to do. That's when he noticed a particularly tall fellow who looked equally annoyed and his adorable dog near by.

                                    At the same time they seemed to catch each others eye, Vasilios smiling as he waved his hand, walking over. "Hey, everything okay?" The man looked relieved, which tugged at his heartstrings. Missing a ride was nothing compared to a man and his dog being stranded, and once the man spoke, the demigod realized he was also foreign.

                                    "Are you having connection issues? Might be because your phone isn't on international..."

                                    Twenty minutes later, the man was in his own Uber and on his way to whatever destination that was. Then, as luck would have it, a taxi pulled up and Vasilios jumped right in, tossing a wad of money at the driver and rattling off his destination.

                                    - - -


                                    Pulling up to the camp had been a little anti-climatic, but that was also Vas having built this place up in his head over the last few days. Shaking his head as he tipped the driver one of his last twenties. "Thanks man, drive safe!"

                                    Grabbing his bag, he hurried on up the path, some others were heading up. He was late, so late. For a very important date!

                                    Thank the Gods he arrived in time, seeing Venus with Silas and Sesily, managing to run up and hug his sister before some big announcement captured everyone's attention.

                                    When things were said and done, he crossed his arms, not sure he liked the sound of things, but there wasn't much that could be done. With the balance of the world hanging in the balance, the son of Hades was glad he had been some of the ones picked.

                                    Shaking those thoughts from his head, he turned as Venus spoke, snorting as he rolled his eyes. Waving her off, he turned to Silas, raising his hand to give him a bro-hug only for Silas to give him s**t.

                                    “Way to be late. Made me ride all the way out here with the girls by myself,” his best friend teased, Vasilios sighing and flipping him the bird. "Non-stop girl chat…"

                                    Wincing, he held up his hands. "Sorry dude, phone got busted and--" He stopped noticing Silas was not walking away, obviously going after Venus. Which was... fine?

                                    It hurt a little, but he wasn't going to take it personally. There was always later.

                                    Turning to Sesily, he flushed, rubbing the back of his head. "Hey Ses," he said awkwardly, pulling her in for a one armed hug. She was going to give him a hard time, he knew it. "Be gentle, please?"
                                      Tired ; Nervous ; Happy --| Conrad & Sunshine > Venus, Sesily and Silas > Sesily --| OUTFIT --| Campgrounds
                                      nakedDoll Parts
                                      GIVE HIM HELL SES AND MAYBE A KISS LOLOLOL
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