<div align="center"><em>Abigale Norwick</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Vincent peeked his eyes open and sounded like he was ready to snap at whoever woke them up...but he stopped when he realized who it was. Vincent could back talk to anyone he wanted, but Abigale was one that was sure to snap right back. She wasn't intimidated by or head over heels for him. They knew each other just a little too well to really be scared of each other. It made her smile as he eyed her a little as he climbed up to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. Abigale didn't resist being pulled into that small kiss and letting his fingers roam her back a bit. It was nice. Familiar. Just like coming to Camp Half-Blood after spending so many months away. Other than quests or small leaves, Abigale had never spent more than two months away from camp since she first came here. It was just...nice.<br/><br/>"You look good too. I see whatever your father had you doing didn't get you all mangled and mutilated," some heroes never came back quite the same physically or emotionally from a quest. It was good to see Vincent again, but she felt a little weird about it. After all, they'd never discussed a relationship, what they would do once they got back to camp, or anything like that. In truth, they'd been a bit careless about it all. It was hard to make plans for the future when you couldn't be sure that there would be a future. Heroes died so often and sometimes very young. Truthfully, she had met some really nice people at the college she went to and wanted to go back again at the end of summer. Seeing Vincent again made her question if that was a good idea.<br/><br/>Thankfully, a honey-brunette girl came up asking about unclaimed and knocking over a statue. Abby winced as the statue of a god went down. That was never good. Someone was always offended. This girl was obviously new. Reaching over, she pat Vincent's chest a little, "I'll see you later. Better go get that statue up before someone starts a cabin war over it," she leaned up to kiss his cheek lightly, leaving small red smudges from her lipstick, before heading over to Chloe, "Let me help you with that..." Abigale was a little used to picking up heavy things having been here a while. It took her a few tries, but she got it back on the edge of the pedestal and scooted it back into place, "You'll want to be careful with these things. Some people get a little upset when you drop statues of their parents. Anyway..." she dusted her hands off before turning her attention to Chloe again, "Unclaimed, huh? Well, we will just have to go find you a bunk then. You don't look injured. I'm Abigale," she smiled lightly, "Got a bag or anything? Or a name?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>NPC Satyr assisting Dante Clearwater</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>The young satyr turned his back for one moment and next thing he knew, his patient was running for the door, "Hey there!" he galloped after the demi-god, "You get back here or Mr. D will have my head!" he managed to grab the back of Dante's torn shirt and drag him back inside the infirmary, "You were in a car crash, you moron. You don't just get up and start running. I don't care if your the son of Hermes or Hades, you need rest. Get over here and drink your Nectar," he snapped out as he dropped Dante back to the floor and picked up a glass filled with a honey colored liquid with a bendy straw sticking out the top. The glass was barely a fourth of the way full, but that would be more than enough. The satyr offered the glass to the boy on the floor.<br/><br/>"What happened? You were attacked by a Colchis or rather one crossed your path. You crashed. I was on my way to get you anyway, but pulling a demi-god out of a wrecked care is pretty normal. What am I? I'm a satyr. Obviously. Where are you? Camp Half-Blood. Anymore questions or are you going to let your wounds reopen and bleed out on the floor? Cause I'm not cleaning that up," the half-goat clopped around the room as he picked up some wound dressings and an empty soda-pop can. He put the dressing on the table next to the bed Dante had been in, but instead of dropping the can into the trash...he started chewing on it.