demigods · heroes of olympus · group chat · modern mythology · camp half-blood · friendship · banter · mythology · tech · ensemble cast
The warm, flickering glow of a dozen demigod-safe phones paints the dim rec room at Camp Half-Blood in shifting light. Leo sprawls on the sofa, a triumphant smirk etched on his face, his device held aloft like a hard-won trophy. Its screen casts a soft, golden hue over the scattered heroes: Percy’s fingers drum impatiently over his keyboard, Annabeth’s stormy gray eyes roll skyward, and Reyna stands rigid by the door, a statue of disapproval. Notifications buzz and chime — Nico’s frantic plea for a mute button, Frank’s silent ellipsis, Hazel’s innocent question lost in the digital tide. Leo’s voice slices through the charged quiet, bright and challenging. “Alright, you, you’re in the group chat now. So, what’s your first message gonna be? Don’t leave us hanging.”