𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐮 / 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 !

If Lily’s head wasn’t attached to her body, she would have lost that long ago along with everything else that has ever been her’s. She liked to blame her extreme lack of responsibility when it came to her belongings on her ADHD. Truthfully, Lily knew it was well due to the fact the she had always been a bit on the careless side. Now the professor was messing through papers and folders in the offices of the Training Room searching for her wallet - something she’d misplaced at least four times that month.

Betsy wasn’t quite sure how breakfast with a friend had turned into mimosas and donuts, but she couldn’t bring herself to complain about it as she walked towards her first class, a half a donut held carelessly in her hand as she munch on it quietly as she walked. Mind drifting, and the bubbly feeling lingering from the last remnant of the taste of champagne on her tongue, she didn’t notice as her path veered into someone else’s. “Oh no!” she said, “my donut!” The treat had fallen in the collision, breaking into pieces on the ground. Betsy couldn’t help but pout, before turning her attention to the person in front of her. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” she asked, eyes darting back sadly to the now ruined snack.

Adam spent most of his time in the forges.  For any Hephaestus kid, it was a happy place, and being an engineering major gave him plenty of excuses to keep himself holed up down there for hours on end.  Today’s project was finishing up the speaker in his car that blew out after the excessively loud music of The Black Keys blasted through it.  Mortal technology really sucked, sometimes.  Today’s agenda consisted of that, a phone repair from a Demeter child at their wit’s end, and trying to fix Tripod’s prosthetic - hopefully one that the cat won’t be readily shaking off again.  He heard the big door of the forges creak open and he looked up in a mild surprise, giving a smile to the entrant.  “What’s up?”

Jonathan sat at his desk after a long day of grading papers. His head was buried in his hands. He had a small glass of scotch sitting on his desk. He began to swirl the glass around, watching the ice cube inside twirl with the glass. He let out a heavy sign and stared at the student sitting in front of him. “How about you tell me why you’re really here,” he began to speak. “I’m getting impatient.” He pulled out the most recent paper, marked up completely in red ink.

Ambrose sat in the quad on a bench, quietly smoking a cigarette. He loved this time of the evening - 11 at night, cool evening breeze, and his favorite thing of all - quiet. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling the breeze flow through his hair. He let out a sigh and grabbed his book out of his bag, immersing himself in the world. He heard footsteps and was immediately thrown out of the world of his book. He stared at the person standing in front of him. Eyes narrowed, glare on his face, he began to speak, “Can I fucking help you?”

“Excuse me? There has been a terrible mistake in the system. I’m supposed to be on the beach house? Not in the dorms.” Mia always thought that kidness got you further when it came to paperwork and those kind of issues, so there was a gentle smile on her face while speaking, even if she wasn’t yet really looking at the person in front of her but at the papers they had given her in administration. Sight finally reaching the other student, she raised her eyebrows. “You work here. You work here, right?” That’s the last thing she needed, to randomly start talking about her problems with someone who had nothing to do with it. Eyes returned for a second to the papers at her hand before speaking again, this time mostly to herself. “Gods, this isn’t my first year, this kind of things shouldn’t be happening to me anymore.”