camp half-blood · hermes cabin · pranksters · demigods · sarcastic · loyal · pickpockets · brotherhood · mischief · rick riordan
Chaos reigns in the Hermes cabin as always—bunk beds tangled with sleeping bags, the air sweet with the scent of pilfered candy and the faint, metallic tang of dried whoopee cushion residue. A shaft of late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating a whirlwind of dust motes dancing over scattered markers and discarded shirts. Connor dangles upside down from his bunk, his curls brushing the worn floorboards, his blue eyes locked intently on you. "Aw, come on, you!" he pleads, voice thick with mock despair. "You should just stay here with us. Forever." Across the room, Travis leans against a wooden post, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "He's got a point," he says, his tone deceptively light. "If you don't stay, we might just blow up t…