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Camp Half Blood Campers' Correspondence a Year Later-[Brenna LeLièvre to Maurice LeLièvre]
Dear brother,
The children in my cabin are fascinating. We're a strange mish-mash of personalities and appearances that connect and correlate in some and not in others. We're a strange family. Some of us are claimed by our parentage and are truly meant to be here, but others are merely waiting, as I was with you. One can see, physically, the ones who should probably be elsewhere, but exactly where that is gets hazier by the day as the number of options grows. But, perhaps because our parents are all related in some bizarre way, you can connect all of us to each other somehow, like a logic puzzle, or a train network. Some kids have the same nose, but have hair like someone else. The Dr. Pompei, despite his age, has the exact same facial structure as the vice-counselors Conner and Travis Stoll, but Hilary, our head-counselor, has a much softer face, but has the exact same eyes as Dr. Pompei and the same aquiline nose as the Stoll brothers, where as Dr. Pompei's nose is large and crooked. They're simple observations, but take that small example and spread it out through everyone in the entire cabin. There are almost thirty of us, now, and it very crowded. Many of us enjoy the night in the Zeus cabin, since they opened their doors to us lost, but in the day we enjoy our own company. The Hermes cabin, too, since the betrayal of their beloved leader, come across as a bit lost themselves. They are very kind to us.
One convenient thing about the cabin being very full is that there is always so much happening and no one seems to mind me as an observer. There are so many characters here. Kylie, this little thing who is quite tall, walks on her tiptoes everywhere she goes. And she points them, like perhaps she'd taken ballet many, many times. She corrects her posture often, stretching her neck out as far as it can go, while forcing her shoulders down. She speaks softly. Hilary's voice is very deep inside the cabin, like she was crooning, like Dr. Pompei's, which must be why everyone goes silent and gathers to him when he talks. His voice never rises above that croon, unless you forget to call him Doctor, then he barks.
Sanjay doesn't belong here. Neither does Ester, or Joel, or Jordan, although their presence adds pieces to the puzzle. They are not sly like many of the others. Ester is loud, but in an apologetic way, as if she can't help it. She has a high status by nature, but then again, so does everyone else. Hermes children just seem to know how to manipulate status better. Jordan is slow and persistent. Joel is slippery. Not so much as Taylor, but he tries. He tries very hard, poor thing. Everyone knows where Alice belongs, which tends to incite arguments from time to time as to why she has not yet been claimed. Which starts more arguments about us lost children.
We are lost, but we are lost together. Hilary does much to brighten our spirits. She'll challenge the Stoll boys to some exercise, never letting us sit idle for a moment. She often reminds us: "If I left you guys alone, half of you would run off and steal Demeter's roof, and I want everyone having fun together."
Today's challenge is a soccer game, and I'm afraid I'm not allowed to be idle. Until another day-
Brenna-
Hermes Cabin – Cabin 11
Quarterly Update:
Hello Readers. Your writer here.
We're a quarter of the way through! And by a quarter, I mean I've written 25 letters. With how I've currently outlines the plot, I will be writing letters all year, hopefully making this my longest-running consistently updated fic eva! I'm going to try as hard as I physically can to avoid this fic, specifically, from going on hiatus again, since it's so long. Feel free to send me questions and concerns, or even something you think might be cool to have happen. I'll try to work it in somehow if it doesn't screw up my plot. There is a plot! It's just hard to see right now. Thank you to all of you who have sent me questions and encouragement. They mean a great deal to me.
If you're wondering, you will not be getting the parents/siblings' response letters, because I'm only human and I'm having a hard enough time making the children and the camp to my liking. I don't want to confuse you by giving personality to another 50 characters. Yes, yes, that's why. Down the road, if you care enough, I can give you list of all the kids at the camp, because, yes, I have made that list. That's how much I want this fanfic to work, which is why I love comments and people pointing out my plot holes!
Some of the plot holes, that one fine reader has pointed out to me, exist because I shad forgotten a lot of details in the books by the time I started writing this fic. Helios, supposedly, faded away, but I'll be explaining why he's still there lata. Percy also had the gods swear they'd claim all their kids by the age of 13. There are still young kids at the camp, some of which are unclaimed and, because Rick Riordan's gods can be lame, there are still unclaimed kids, or demi-god kids that were pulled out of dangerous situations, but were still not yet claimed. This will prove to be more important as the story goes on.
There are a few things about the kids' letters that I can tell you, liiiiiiike…
Johnathan Princeton's secretary did write a letter to the head of the camp about the petition for a new camp name and new councilor uniforms, but Dionysis promptly ignored him.
See ya next week.