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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 17:31:20 GMT
"The dining pavilion is where the campers eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. The food served is a diet primary of grapes, cheese, bread, and extra lean, nymph-cut barbecue and you can ask whatever you want to drink (although Coke doesn't have the same flavor). Each cabin has their own tables and campers are not allowed to sit at a table that is not their cabin's. The tables are covered with a white tablecloth fringed with purple. At the center of the pavilion is the bonfire. It is lit during the dinners. At the beginning of each meal, each cabin takes turns going up to the fire and dropping in a share of their best food as an offering for the gods (because the gods like the smell). Hestia, goddess of the hearth, gets a portion of each offering."
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 3, 2015 23:21:31 GMT
She really ought to be somewhere else, doing something of interest, but instead, she's sat on the steps of the dining pavillion, staring off into nothing, with both hands wrapped tightly around the handle of a parasol, black and trimmed with lace. She's perfectly happy to be here, of course, despite not doing anything, since there's not much else she can do at the camp, being utterly hopeless with anything physical, and not thinking it necessary to hone her abilities any more than they are. Why bother, when she can't get proper experience, and it only tires her out? Exactly. So that's why, right now, she's sat, staring at the sunlight as it hits the grass in front of her, and sulking, about how she can't feel it on her skin, and how she has to the parasol to keep her safe or she'll end up red all over and unable to move without hurting herself too much. It's kind of pitiful, really.
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