<div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr/><br/>The god stifled a snort when the boy implied that he'd get better at manipulating the mist, "I've seen ten year old children of Hermes do better than you just showed," he appeared to be unaffected by Desmond's display of stomach flesh. Since chasing a wood nymph was what got him sent here in the first place, Mr. D had assumed a rather sexless life. Only having his way with his wife during their once a year meeting at the Winter Council, and the occasional nature spirit when he got really restless.<br/><br/>Desmond was lucky he reworded his statement. Mr. D took a lot of crap from these little heroes, but even he had his breaking point. Last time he really snapped a camper got turned into a dolphin for a week till Chiron convinced him to turn the boy back. Still, the question irked him. Had the situation been that obvious? Of course it had. He fell out of a chair and stumbled back to the Big House like he'd been drinking all night, despite not having had wine touch his lips in fifty years, "It's none of your business what causes distress for a God,<em>hero</em>. If a God wants to share information with you, then they will offer it to you. If it's not offered, then don't ask," he snapped, "It's obviously none of your business."<br/><br/>Mr. D took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. If he got too worked up he might do something he'd regret. It was okay to transform the campers into various things and instill all kinds of punishments on them, but Desmond was a son of Zeus. If he attacked a child of Zeus he might find his own punishments extended by another fifty years, "Did it ever occur to you, Sky Boy, that I am the God of Wine and I have not been allowed to put a single drop of the liquid to my lips in fifty years and will not be allowed to for another fifty? If I were to, your father would have me cut into pieces and thrown into the darkest part of the tartarus. I suggest you think these things through before questioning," he growled and leaned back against the climbing wall. It was completely over his head that Desmond had been the one causing his issues last night or even that Desmond knew perfectly well what was going on.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale looks for Lilac and Vincent</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale ran out of the Big House as fast as she could. Not just because she had to find the other two girls, but because of Chiron's comment. The old centaur was fatherly at times and almost perverted at others. She doubted Chiron would ever be intimate with a camper, but he enjoyed playing on the romances that went around the camp. He found them 'cute'.<br/><br/>Being one of the fastest runners in the camp, she made it back to the cabins in record time. Finding Sarah was easy. She was past out in her bed, covered in dirt and blood. She woke the girl with a start and nearly had her head cut off, "Chiron wants to see you," the daughter of Ares groaned and rolled out of bed, "He's up at the Big House," Sarah was new to camp, but she seemed fairly settled with things. Abigale didn't question the dirt and blood. Sarah wasn't her responsibility after all.<br/><br/>She then jogged around asking for Lilac and was told that the daughter of Demeter was still in her cabin as well. Lilac and nearly everyone in the Demeter cabin appeared to be sleeping, "Ummm...I'm looking for Lilac LeJeune. Chiron needs to see her up at the Big House," she left it at that. Phil was a good cabin leader and would make sure Lilac got on her way, "Something about the forest. Probably a quest or something."<br/><br/>With that taken care of, she headed out to find Vincent. She found him in the shower rooms. He appeared to be fixing stuff. He couldn't be a son of Aphrodite. No matter how strange Rosetta was, Abigale refused to believe a son of Aphrodite could get on the ground, get dirty, and fix stuff, "So...installing peep holes?" she smirked as she leaned herself against the nearest wall.