Settling into a new place was always hand and settling into a group of demi-gods who’d had so much...history and adventures under their belts was more than a little intimidating, even to Jackson. It was far from his easy life in New York and- well perhaps that was the point of all this. The Pali house had been...an interesting place to sleep for the last night and there was still that moment of wandering just where he was when he woke up.  A unfamiliar sense of location brushing over.  Jackson wandered down into the main room with a little brush of his hand though his long hair- giving a little scratch to the back of his head-  as he wore only a pair of loose sweatpants that hung low around his waist, the rest of his well muscled body on display as he gave a little yawn.

There’s a little tilt of his head as he heard noise behind him from inside the cabin living and a knock at the cabin door. 

At least, that’s what his first day at camp went like. Having miraculously survived the night and what hallucinogenic dream that followed, Julian’s mind was fatigued in a way that rivaled his days juggling school and residency. Torn from brightly lit halls and the forlorn look his papers would give him at home, Julina’s eyes felt better, too. 

Breakfast was uneventful as it seemed and brought up the question of seating: where would he go? The Doctor-to-be was used to eating by his lonesome, yet a feeling of companionship scratched and gnawed at him. He needed to find a friend--acquaintance, at the very least. Dining buddy? Sure. 

He was hurting, and he didn’t know how to make it stop. The throbbing in his head and in his arm were starting to become too much for him. Whatever that man did to him, it was eating at him from the inside out. Maximus clenched his jaw tightly as he pressed himself back against the tree. It hurt, it hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop. The young demigod screamed in pain as he clutched his head, black tendrils and shadows spilling out from his hands. Unbeknownst to him, the shadows were slowly materializing into the familiar glittering wolf, the supposed power granted to him by his guardian. But the nightmare was untamed, growling and baring its teeth as it circled around Maximus protectively. Bright blue eyes glowered at the passing demigod while the son of Hypnos cried out from the migraine.

and so with those haunting thoughts, ari nursed his shattered knuckles and took a swig of his ambrosia while sitting on a bench overlooking the lake of the lost sorrows. tears welling in his eyes from the hurt and from the anger. he was worthy and thought he had more to him and yet, it still wasn’t enough. 

The son of Cronus wandered through the woods, cell phone in hand, raised above his head. While the Satyrs were busy moving the truck load of luggage into his cabin, Asher had decided to let his friends back home know he hadn’t been abducted. Though to be fair, not that he thought about it, he kinda was.  Hazel eyes squinted into the screen, searching for just one bar, one bar to pop up. He didn’t remember seeing any cell towers in on the way, but there had to be something. They couldn’t be cut off from the outside world there. Could they?

Never one to give up all that easily, the demigod wandered through the camp, and absentmindedly down a path that lead to the lake. He hopped on of a large bolder over looking the water, waving his arm like a monkey trying to catch a signal. It wasn’t until he saw someone approach out of the corner of his eye did he finally let his arm rest. “Hey, can I barrow your phone? Mine isn’t getting any service. Fucking at&t,” he huffed, offering a half smile before finally tucking his phone in his pocket. “I’m Asher, by the way.”

It all started after he took a sip from that accursed goblet. His first taste of ambrosia was traumatic to say the least. Then the noises began... they wouldn’t stop. Jared liked to think he was a social person. But right then and there all he wanted to be was alone. He could hear everyone’s thoughts. One would be able to presume how that had the potential to drive any man to insanity. He at first tried to block them out with music, turning the dial up to an almost deafening volume. When his attempts proved futile, he ran to the most secluded section at camp. Away from the hustle and bustle of the main settlement. 

‘‘Hey! ------ you,’‘ he felt stupid for not being familiar with their name, yet. Phillip was also surprised they were out of their room this late at night. ‘‘Can I ask you a question?’‘ He sucked on the side of his lip before flashing them a small apologetic smile.