"Hey, Galatea!" Helia called, bounding towards the Big house, where Galatea was leaning against a pole. Galatea grumbled something in response.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Cream-Pie." she said sarcastically.
"Oh, lighten up! Aren't you having fun here?"
"It's a living hell, shortcake. Haven't you heard about the quests? And the death toll here?"
"Well, now you're being silly."
"I'm not, Sunny-D. People. Actually. Fu-"
"Hey you, sis!" said a blond boy appearing out of no where. Helia grinned.
"Hey, Will!"
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get Galatea here to smile."
"Ahhh, I see. A sibling of Nico's?"
"Yep."
"Makes sense. I always have trouble getting Nico to smile..."
A shadow popped into the form of a boy. Or a short man. One or the other.
"Solace!" he said, visibly angry, though it seemed that it was just out of annoyance at this point.
"Neeks! What have I told you about shadow traveling!" Will said, wagging his finger at him. As the two bickered, Galatea and Helia looked at each other. Sometimes older siblings could be weird.
"I guess we'll leave them to it." Galatea grumbled, and she and Helia wandered off.

Lilika was tending the flowers when the daughter of Zeus, Tatina, wandered past.
"Hi, Tatina!" Lilika whispered. To her surprise, Tatina blinked, and sat down next to her. 
"Why, hello, Lilika. How is your flower-tending going thus far?"
"It's alright. These Petunias are stubborn."
"I'm glad, and give you my condolences for the donkey-like behavior of others." Lilika wasn't sure to laugh or stare. "Have you tried training yet?" Tatina pressed on.
Lilika shook her head. It hadn't occurred to her.
"Really? Well, I can go with you if you'd like. We'd be unstoppable." 
Lilika smiled a megawatt smile. "That'd be great."

Isidore gritted his teeth.
He narrowed his eyes.
He drew his weapon.
He then proceeded to draw the perfect line.
Followed by an absolutely horrid one. He groaned, and threw his sketchbook.
"Ow." Came a voice. Varvera came into the clearing, holding his sketchbook and rubbing her arm. Her goggles sat atop her forehead, which she never really used, but enjoyed for fashion reasons, and the occasional eye-wear.
"Here ya go!" She said cheerily. "Quick question. Why are you so frustrated? Your drawing here is pret-ty good, if I do say so myself. And I constantly draw out plans for inventions!" Isidore blushed. 
"I can't get anything to go right, so I get kind of..."
"Physical? Don't worry, I mean, at least it wasn't a sword. That poor Hebe camper got nicked with a sword, remember?" Isidore shivered. It'd been horrific. 
"Umm...could I have you sit on that log?" He asked suddenly.
"Well, as long as you don't throw another sketchbook at me, then of course!" Varvera said playfully.

Several Minutes Later...

Varvera wiggled her toes inside her clunky boots. With the ADHD each Demigod (supposedly) retrieved, it seemed like forever. She studied Isidore. He had longer hair than most people, and kept it up in a bun, in a mini bush behind his head. She, on the other hand, had a pixie cut, and hardly ever paid much attention to it. She dared to blink. 
"Done." Isidore called out. Varvera leapt up, and gasped at the result of Isidore's art.
"This is really good." Isidore blushed again, his dark skin reddening. 
"If I'd had my colors with me, I could've-"
"Say no more." She said, and tore off towards his cabin.

Hippo-I mean-Lytus, crept towards the stables. He tip-toed closer, and stepped inside. Pegasi, he thought as the majestic creatures slept.
Yo, kid! A voice said. He turned in surprise towards a black Pegasus. That's real sweet, yo. You can hear me! Now, kid, can I get a sugar cube or what?
"S-Sure." he grabbed a handful of sugar cubes, and fed it to the Pegasus.
Mmmmmmmmmm. Oh-I'm Blackjack-by the way. Nice meeting you, kid!
"I see you've met Blackjack." a voice came. Lytus turned fearfully to find his older half-sibling, Percy Jackson.
"Uh... yeah."
Yo, boss! Check out this kid, eh? Pretty sweet, right?!
"He is." Percy nodded, and Lytus blushed. On closer inspection, Percy was younger than he thought. Perhaps in his twenties. Even then, early twenties? Hmmmmmmm. They both sat down, and only got up again when they heard a shout.

"Varvera! Wait!" Isidore called. Her dark hair rippled in the wind, and she laughed giddily. She turned for a second, smiled, then ran on. She looked like a nymph. Or a fairy. Or a pixie. Or something. Isidore saw beauty in all things, but most of all in the unorganized, untidy, careless, adventurous sense. Varvera, it seemed, would make a good friend.
Or something more! His friend, Peter Johnson from grade school, had always been nagging him to find a date or...something. It was pretty annoying. But, hey, wasn't that what friends were for? He closed his eyes, and like a Polaroid camera, took a photo of her glancing over her shoulder. He could do that; take 'photos' of memories and draw them. He figured that Varvera'd turn up with colored pencils or something in a minute, so he sat down, took out his sketch pad, and drew it from memory. Her goofy smile...the wind rustling her hair just so...her cargo pants folding up around her leg...He beamed as he finished, and looked up in time to see Varvera being chased by a huge, lumbering hellhound.

In truth, she didn't even see it. She held up Isidore's pencils in delighted triumph. Perhaps she could design a traveling kit for him. Oh, so many projects, so little time! That's when she noticed his frantic waving. She waved back. Gosh, wasn't it nice to be part of a loving community? Plus, his panicked expression looked so comical. Wait a minute. Hold the phone and the ranch. What was he saying? Hell's...rounds. She didn't figure Hades was a drinker, but hey. The god of wine was sober. Maybe the god of wealth wasn't? So that's why he was forgetting payday for, like, a million or so people? She finally came within hearing distance of him.
"Right...behind you!" What? She frowned in confusion, but obliged. She finally saw the hellhound, in all it's glory. Crud.
"Hey there, doggie! I'm just going to-" the dog licked her across the face.
"Grooooooossss." she shuddered, but smiled weakly.
"Mrs. O'Leary! Down, girl! Down!" a distant voice called. The dog whimpered and whined in the injustice of it all, but obliged.
"There we are. It's all good; she just gets a little...excited. I believe she does the same to Leo Valdez." Percy Jackson stepped around the mountain of fur. "Sorry about that." He apologized again.
"No worries! Worst comes to worst, I would've been torn limb from limb by the paws of a massive, shadow-traveling, blood-thirsty, over-sized dog." she shrugged nonchalantly. Percy laughed.
"You're a bit like Leo, yourself. You even look like him, minus your voice is lower."
"He's my half-brother, I believe."
"Makes sense. Always nice to have some jokesters, especially from the Hephaestus cabin...Anyways, I've got to go, Annabeth'll be looking for me." She nodded, and Percy took off. Varvera turned to Isidore in all her slobber-covered glory. His eyes were wide.
"Now, about that coloring."

Arman, it seemed, was no good at anything physical. Sure he could make a flower crown like that, but if he was faced by, say, a harpy, what was he going to do? Hope she liked green? He was no good at swordplay and archery. Well, running he did okay at. Apparently, it came from Demeter children having to run from suitors. (He didn't think any girl was going to be running for him real soon...) And, plus, it just went to prove that in a situation, he was better at fleeing. He'd lost hope.
Well, until he saw Rhode.

Rhode was, to say in the nicest way possible, the worst of the whole camp at running, swordplay, the lava wall, archery, basketball, swimming, or any physical exertion at all. She'd actually tried, unlike her siblings, but had utterly failed each time, sprawling in the dust, cursing at the wind. After training was over for the day, however, was a different thing all together. She scribbled notes down like a mad scientist, not even thinking at times. All in the name of love!
"What are you writing?" she looked up. One of her sisters had approached.
"N-Nothing!"
"Ships and wedding plans?" This girl was either really smart, or...
Rhode blushed. "Ummm..."
"We all do!" She said, and each cabin member whipped out their binders, notebooks, clipboards, note-cards-you name it. They all squealed or smiled, and plopped down on their bunks, floor, or nearby chairs.
"Okay, for Alyssa and Felix's wedding, what should we have the tablecloths colored as? Purple, red, or blue?"
"I hadn't thought of those!"
"Just not yellow, you hear me? Remember Jason and Piper's wedding?" The others cringed and/or nodded sagely, while clucking or bowing their heads in misery. After Jason had been brought back to life by a grumbling Hades, they'd immediately set the date, because who knew what life would throw at them next? They hadn't been thinking straight.
"Well, on one hand, blue is wisdom-y and stuff, while purple would match with everyone. I don't know about red, though...And, then again, blue is going to be used for the Percabeth wedding..."
Rhode smiled. She finally belonged here, in this group of pathetically dorky shippers-just like her.