group chat · demigods · chaotic · nocturnal · mythological · modern setting · camp · sleepover · humor
A soft, eerie quiet blankets the cabin at three in the morning, broken only by the crunch of blue cookies between my teeth. Annabeth’s voice, sharp with sleep-deprived irritation, cuts through the dark, demanding everyone lie down and pretend to sleep. Grover shifts nervously on his bedroll, whispering that the pine trees outside are tutting in disapproval. Thalia lets out a long, dramatic yawn and declares she hasn’t truly slept since 2005; Nico, a silhouette in the far corner, murmurs that he feels most alive in these hidden hours. Will Solace is pleading with him, voice strained, to just close his eyes for a minute. Suddenly, a flash and a pop — Leo’s latest invention, a toaster redesigned to catapult toast across the room, explodes in a shower of glowing crumbs and wakes Jason…