Post by Porter on Jul 17, 2016 23:42:42 GMT -5
((this thread took 2 years to make smh))
POV: ROXY TORRES
"Man, Mr.D sure is pissed." A voice spoke listlessly over the sound of someone getting hit by a Bullet Bill.
I sighed, having to reach forward from my spot on the beanbag to move a writhing grapevine that had curled its way over the television screen. Sage, the unenthusiastic nymph that had spoken previously had taken advantage of my distraction and all of a sudden Mario had conked Donkey Kong off of Rainbow Road.
Even though we knew that our Camp Director had waited well over two weeks for us to hand the nymphs and satyrs hiding in Dean's bunker over, no one even had to simply assume he was pissed. He made sure we all knew it from the infestation of grapevines crawling all over the cabin.
I grunted as my butt didn't make contact with cushy beanbag as I sat back down to my spot.
"'Ey finders keepers, love." A way-too familiar Australian accent spoke from under me.
"Gods, Finn. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
She wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her controller on my lap. A comfortable warmth spread to my stomach.
"I'm a lot comfier over here." She mumbled into my sleeve, her eyes peaking out to keep track of her Yoshi.
As much as I could argue against that, as much as I should, I left it.
"Oof, get a room." Sage called out, her tone refusing to budge from mildly interested in anything.
My face turned red. Before I could do or say anything the vines began to cover parts of the screen again, and Donkey Kong went careening off into endless space.
"Shit." I muttered.
"That's what happens when you pick Donkey Kong." Finn commented.
As if on cue, all the vines surrounding the tv shot forward and engulfed it. Everyone sighed.
"Strewth! I was winning that lap, did anyone see that?" Leo cursed, seemingly already picking up Australian slang from our very own outback asshole.
"I think that's our cue to stop ignoring the problem." Sage's girlfriend, Aubrey muttered out from further back in the basement, where she shared a table with 6 other nymphs and satyrs trying to eat breakfast out of Dean's supply of strawberries and cheese.
Although we had gotten most of the nymphs and satyrs to set up camp around Dean's cabin there was easily over a dozen of them crowded up in his small cabin. Within two weeks, Mr.D's agreement, the cabin had started to smell like a barnyard and a greenhouse. We were supposed to bring them back but between Finn's illness and the two quests that had popped up, the whole camp had solidly left the forest folk case alone. Things were quieting down again however, and Mr.D was beginning to notice. No one had turned into Shamu yet, though, and I was hoping we'd have a good 48 hour notice, but it looked like that just went down to 24. We had to bring the satyrs and nymphs back to Mr.D or else Dean's cabin was probably going to be turned into Seaworld.
I got up to call Dean down and We all turned our beanbags so they face each other. A few other nymphs and satyrs gathered around to listen to the jury. Preferably I would've like Quintyn here, but we might as well have an initual conversation about it right now with those around us.
"Dionysus is our lord." An older satyr piped up, fiddling nervously with the hairs on his arm. "We shouldn't wait any longer."
"Your lord." Sage muttered out. "I only anwser to the forest. Do we even know what he's going to do with us? Especially now?"
Finn made a face.
"Alright, I was barely concious when this deal was made with Luke and our benevolent Camp Director, but gods do I remember he was real serious about this one." She said. "I'm not the kind to do things the honest way, but I see no proper way out of this."
"We can continue to hide, Mr.D doesn't care enough to keep chasing after us." Another nymph piped up.
"And stay cooped up in here?" Leo offered. "In the unprotected woods? In this tiny cabin? No offence, Dean."
Dean put his hands in the air. "It's cool. You're not wrong."
"We have enough to worry about without adding all of this to it. Mr.D can't punish all of us. At least, not severely." Leo mumbled the rest of his sentence out.
Heated murmurings broke out. Most of the nymphs, except for Aubrey still didn't look convinced.
Leo gave Finn a thoughtful look. Then to Dean and I.
"Alright it's not like half the forest can come storming in to the Big House anyways." Leo sighed. "Whoever wants to can come with us. We'll bring the rest later."
And that's how we got four satyrs, one older nymph, Aubrey, and a skeptical Sage to come with us up the basement steps. Leo led the way, and I wonder if he had been forced to be a leader while trapped in the forest, the same way the responsibility usually fell on Luke. We made our way to the entrance of Dean's cabin, picking up a few young forest spirits that had been playing poker in the kitchen and was wondering what the commotion was about. Leo gave Dean a fistbump.
"Stay with the others, okay? I'm afraid there might be a riot."
Dean fiddled nervously with the zippo in his hands. "I don't know how long I'll be able to hold the fort."
"They're forest spirits, naturally gentle and whatnot." Finn assured him. "You shouldn't have too much of a problem. At least, not as much as last time."
We all knew last time meant that time one week in where five forest spirits turned out to be rabid managed to throw Dean's Bed through the screen door and managed to destroy both the door and half his deck. We shooed them off but everyone had been pretty paranoid about their own friends and family for a couple of days and despite replacing the door there is still a gaping hole in Dean's porch. At least it's safe to say there's no more brainwashed forest spirits with us now.
"Finn," I started giving her my trademark mom look. "You shouldn't go out. You're still not well."
Finn frowned and shook her head. "Yeah, nah."
"... is that a no?"
"Nah, yeah."
"I don't have time to decode your weird outback language."
Finn gave me a half-smile. "I mean, I have to go out with them. I was out like a light throughout most of that confrontation. It was because of me that we're in most of this mess."
I shook my head. "No, Finn-"
Finn grabbed my hand against her gloved fingers. "Rox, these people are my family. I grew up with them. I need to go. I need to help."
She squeezed my hand, her touch made me forget why I was concerned in the first place.
"I.... if you say so." I looked down, suddenly shy and unsure of myself, a stark contrast to when I go all doctor-mode on people.
"ONE HUGE-ASS CRATE OF STRAWBERRIES FOR A SHITTON OF HUNGRY FOREST PEEPS COMING UP!" A voice cut through our conversation as a box sailed through the air and in the middle of our huddle of demigods and forest spirits.
In the direction of where the box had come from was none other than Flint Glenwood, the loudest and proudest satyr of camp, flexing his biceps as he admired his throw. Finn let out a cat call whistle. A couple of satyrs began picking a few strawberries off of the top of the box.
He was probably the only satyr I knew that resented Mr.D too.
I hoped to myself that he wasn't coming.
POV: ROXY TORRES
"Man, Mr.D sure is pissed." A voice spoke listlessly over the sound of someone getting hit by a Bullet Bill.
I sighed, having to reach forward from my spot on the beanbag to move a writhing grapevine that had curled its way over the television screen. Sage, the unenthusiastic nymph that had spoken previously had taken advantage of my distraction and all of a sudden Mario had conked Donkey Kong off of Rainbow Road.
Even though we knew that our Camp Director had waited well over two weeks for us to hand the nymphs and satyrs hiding in Dean's bunker over, no one even had to simply assume he was pissed. He made sure we all knew it from the infestation of grapevines crawling all over the cabin.
I grunted as my butt didn't make contact with cushy beanbag as I sat back down to my spot.
"'Ey finders keepers, love." A way-too familiar Australian accent spoke from under me.
"Gods, Finn. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
She wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her controller on my lap. A comfortable warmth spread to my stomach.
"I'm a lot comfier over here." She mumbled into my sleeve, her eyes peaking out to keep track of her Yoshi.
As much as I could argue against that, as much as I should, I left it.
"Oof, get a room." Sage called out, her tone refusing to budge from mildly interested in anything.
My face turned red. Before I could do or say anything the vines began to cover parts of the screen again, and Donkey Kong went careening off into endless space.
"Shit." I muttered.
"That's what happens when you pick Donkey Kong." Finn commented.
As if on cue, all the vines surrounding the tv shot forward and engulfed it. Everyone sighed.
"Strewth! I was winning that lap, did anyone see that?" Leo cursed, seemingly already picking up Australian slang from our very own outback asshole.
"I think that's our cue to stop ignoring the problem." Sage's girlfriend, Aubrey muttered out from further back in the basement, where she shared a table with 6 other nymphs and satyrs trying to eat breakfast out of Dean's supply of strawberries and cheese.
Although we had gotten most of the nymphs and satyrs to set up camp around Dean's cabin there was easily over a dozen of them crowded up in his small cabin. Within two weeks, Mr.D's agreement, the cabin had started to smell like a barnyard and a greenhouse. We were supposed to bring them back but between Finn's illness and the two quests that had popped up, the whole camp had solidly left the forest folk case alone. Things were quieting down again however, and Mr.D was beginning to notice. No one had turned into Shamu yet, though, and I was hoping we'd have a good 48 hour notice, but it looked like that just went down to 24. We had to bring the satyrs and nymphs back to Mr.D or else Dean's cabin was probably going to be turned into Seaworld.
I got up to call Dean down and We all turned our beanbags so they face each other. A few other nymphs and satyrs gathered around to listen to the jury. Preferably I would've like Quintyn here, but we might as well have an initual conversation about it right now with those around us.
"Dionysus is our lord." An older satyr piped up, fiddling nervously with the hairs on his arm. "We shouldn't wait any longer."
"Your lord." Sage muttered out. "I only anwser to the forest. Do we even know what he's going to do with us? Especially now?"
Finn made a face.
"Alright, I was barely concious when this deal was made with Luke and our benevolent Camp Director, but gods do I remember he was real serious about this one." She said. "I'm not the kind to do things the honest way, but I see no proper way out of this."
"We can continue to hide, Mr.D doesn't care enough to keep chasing after us." Another nymph piped up.
"And stay cooped up in here?" Leo offered. "In the unprotected woods? In this tiny cabin? No offence, Dean."
Dean put his hands in the air. "It's cool. You're not wrong."
"We have enough to worry about without adding all of this to it. Mr.D can't punish all of us. At least, not severely." Leo mumbled the rest of his sentence out.
Heated murmurings broke out. Most of the nymphs, except for Aubrey still didn't look convinced.
Leo gave Finn a thoughtful look. Then to Dean and I.
"Alright it's not like half the forest can come storming in to the Big House anyways." Leo sighed. "Whoever wants to can come with us. We'll bring the rest later."
And that's how we got four satyrs, one older nymph, Aubrey, and a skeptical Sage to come with us up the basement steps. Leo led the way, and I wonder if he had been forced to be a leader while trapped in the forest, the same way the responsibility usually fell on Luke. We made our way to the entrance of Dean's cabin, picking up a few young forest spirits that had been playing poker in the kitchen and was wondering what the commotion was about. Leo gave Dean a fistbump.
"Stay with the others, okay? I'm afraid there might be a riot."
Dean fiddled nervously with the zippo in his hands. "I don't know how long I'll be able to hold the fort."
"They're forest spirits, naturally gentle and whatnot." Finn assured him. "You shouldn't have too much of a problem. At least, not as much as last time."
We all knew last time meant that time one week in where five forest spirits turned out to be rabid managed to throw Dean's Bed through the screen door and managed to destroy both the door and half his deck. We shooed them off but everyone had been pretty paranoid about their own friends and family for a couple of days and despite replacing the door there is still a gaping hole in Dean's porch. At least it's safe to say there's no more brainwashed forest spirits with us now.
"Finn," I started giving her my trademark mom look. "You shouldn't go out. You're still not well."
Finn frowned and shook her head. "Yeah, nah."
"... is that a no?"
"Nah, yeah."
"I don't have time to decode your weird outback language."
Finn gave me a half-smile. "I mean, I have to go out with them. I was out like a light throughout most of that confrontation. It was because of me that we're in most of this mess."
I shook my head. "No, Finn-"
Finn grabbed my hand against her gloved fingers. "Rox, these people are my family. I grew up with them. I need to go. I need to help."
She squeezed my hand, her touch made me forget why I was concerned in the first place.
"I.... if you say so." I looked down, suddenly shy and unsure of myself, a stark contrast to when I go all doctor-mode on people.
"ONE HUGE-ASS CRATE OF STRAWBERRIES FOR A SHITTON OF HUNGRY FOREST PEEPS COMING UP!" A voice cut through our conversation as a box sailed through the air and in the middle of our huddle of demigods and forest spirits.
In the direction of where the box had come from was none other than Flint Glenwood, the loudest and proudest satyr of camp, flexing his biceps as he admired his throw. Finn let out a cat call whistle. A couple of satyrs began picking a few strawberries off of the top of the box.
He was probably the only satyr I knew that resented Mr.D too.
I hoped to myself that he wasn't coming.
