<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale didn't care much about his shirtless appearance. Plenty of guys ran around shirtless here. It was bound to happen due to the heat of the summer and the training, but he seemed embarrassed by it, "Uh, yeah...Ryu," nick names weren't a big thing with her. Some people called her 'Abby' and she always got onto them about it, "...Chiron wants to see you," she then remembered that he was new and might not remember who Chiron was, "The centaur. He's looking for you. I'm pretty sure it's important, he asked for you by name and seemed a little nervous. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about though."<br/><br/>She smiled a little. Chiron had seemed a little nervous and that worried her a bit. The only time he called campers aside like that was for quests, but surely there wouldn't be one so early in the summer. As far as she knew, nothing had happened yet. The boy was unclaimed, so maybe his parent was going to send him out on a quest to see if he was worthy of being claimed. That happened from time to time. Abigale didn't approve of that, but it wasn't her place to go against the Gods wishes, "I'll walk with you to the Big House. If Chiron wants to see you, then Mr. D will probably too," in case he needed enticing, she added, "I bet Chiron will let you charge that thing if we get there quickly. The Big House is the only place with outlets."<br/><br/>"By the way, I'm Abigale Norwick," she hadn't introduced herself to a lot of the new members of her cabin due to spending most of her night with Vincent. He seemed to need more help than anyone did, so she didn't mind. They'd all eventually come to her and get to know her. That's how it was, "I'm your Cabin Leader," she motioned for him to follow as she started towards the Big House, "So, you didn't do anything last night, did you? You're in one piece, so I know you weren't out after curfew, or at least you didn't get caught by the harpies," she was trying to figure out why Chiron would want to talk to an unclaimed so early in the summer. Whatever it was, she tried not to dwell on it as she walked him to the Big House (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81832.0).<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr/><br/>Mr. D's night was uneventful and managed to get to sleep easily once the images stopped in his head. He swore that when he found out who did it, he was going to turn them into a dolphin and throw them in a tuna net. He might of been here as a punishment, but he was still one of the gods.<br/><br/>In the morning he listened to Chiron's talk of a creature in the forest. Within an hour they had a quest for some of the campers to go on. He honestly didn't care. He actually hoped the three that went didn't come back. He could do with losing a few of them this year. He might even lift the magical barrier that kept the monsters inside the forest just to let the beasts roam free to feed on campers. Now that was training. This semi-controlled environment was pathetic, but it wasn't his choice.<br/><br/>Not one for exercise usually, he decided to walk along the river. Clad in his horribly loud Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals, he made his way through the camp. Campers were already getting into the swing of things by working on their sword fighting. A few were playing on the volleyball court. Silly satyrs chased wood nymphs around, trying to get kisses out of them. It was a rather common sight. The climbing wall was spurting lava out of some of the openings in it (that was the challenge of the wall, make it to the top or burn). He took a little delight in watching new campers think they can get up the wall fast enough and then having to be rescued because they burned their hands.<br/><br/>The god of wine shivered a little as he felt someone manipulating the mist. There were no monsters around, so he knew it was a camper. There was no harm in a camper learning how to manipulate the mist and it was a useful talent. He followed the feeling of the mist and saw Desmond behind the climbing wall with his eyes closed, bits of mist swirling around him, "Ah, a Sky Brat. Someone your age should be better skilled at manipulating the mist. I see you've not inherited any talent from your father," off in the distance there was a flash of lightening and Mr. D rolled his eyes. The gods were always listening. Technically, Zeus was his father too, but that was a very long time ago.