Demeter Cabin Logs 2019 - 2021

The following are the archived roleplay logs from the Demeter Cabin from 2019 to 2021:

[Log Start]

Cabin Ambiance

''The roof of the cabin is covered in tall grass and has meadow flowers scattered between the blades, here and there. Two large columns could be seen on the front of the house, covered in vines and honeysuckles. Big, red tomatoes grew on the exterior walls. Inside, the walls are a light shade of brown. The floor is made of grass and is weirdly comfortable. A large oak tree stands in the centre of the room and holds up the ceiling. Small paper lanterns, nestled in the oak trees’ branches, light up the room, giving it an earthly, relaxing glow. Small, cabin beds line the wall, each one decorated with whichever fruit or foliage the occupier of the bed desires.''

'''October 13. 2019'''

Alara — Alara looked subtly more relaxed at the sight of all that nature, but it wasn't exactly nature that made her happy though it did somewhat contribute. She liked the place because it was such a stark contrast to that of Hermes, alone and quiet and nice.

Kameron — "The Demeter Cabin Is Good For Fruits." she said. "I like it here. Very peaceful."

Alara — "Yeah, that's part of the reason I like it here so much. Don't think I've really seen many Demeter children here, which is kind of sad- feels like there should be more people taking care of plants here, but not too many."

Kameron — She Nodded. "Yeah, it's sad, but at least we have some. And we have Dionysus kids here who can take care of them, although they're mostly grape plants."

Alara — "I'm pretty fond of grapes- the big, sweet ones," Alara shrugged, fiddling with her sleeves again. "Still, can't imagine being drunk as a really fun experience."

Kameron — "Agreed." she said. "But, they're Dionysus' kids after all. He's the god of wine and insanity, if you didn't know."

Sage — Sage arrived at the cabin. "This place is kinda nice," she said. "I don't think I've been in it yet."

Alara — "Well, I'm not very insane," Alara chuckled under her breath at the thought of someone like that happening to be her parent. "Still, it's really nice here."

Nayoung — "It is. Dang, I want to be in every place except my cabin. Way too much pink!"

Alara — "Maybe you can petition for slightly more variations of colours next time?" Alara suggested. "Pretty ones that are more subtle, maybe closer to pinkish-white with gold trimmings and other ones like blue and green around the edges."

Sage — "I think your cabins plenty nice," Sage told Nayoung blandly, "I mean, it certainly stands out."

Alara — Alara was too nice to say that it burned her eyes, but she settled with a slight modification. "It's... very noticeable, yes."

Kameron — She Nodded. "Yeah. I know Aphrodite is the goddess of love and everything, but do they really have to have so much pink..?" she said. "Anyways, where to next? My cabin or somewhere else?"

Nayoung — "Yeah! Love isn't always pink, sometimes its red! Yellow! Orange! Any other color! Besides, hearts are red. Not pink."

Alara — “Well, depends on whether we want to grab and drop off my luggage first,” Alara shrugged.

Kameron — "We Should Probably Do That Before Anything Else." Kameron said.

Alara — “Sure,” Alara nodded. “I think the Hermes cabin is... this way?”

Sage — "Its that one," Sage said, pointing towards the Hermes cabin.

Nayoung — "Woohoo! Hermes, here we go!" She left the cabin

Sage — Sage followed her.

January 12, 2020

Ohlind — He creeped into the cabin not really know anything is OK or not for him to be in there. He stayed quiet creeping towards the basement trying to find the kitchen. He eventually stumbled upon it and looked around for some ingredients and seasoning.

Alëna — As soon as Ohlind and Alëna snuck into the basement, some Demeter kids were panicking, wondering who the hell broke into their cabin at this hour. Footsteps can be heard on the steps...

Ohlind — The young son of the God of peaceful death faded into the shadows like a wreath of the night. Not to be seen by any normal eyes.

Alëna — Unfortunately for Alëna, she was spotted by the inquisitive Demeter camper. Well, sadly for that camper, she feared Alëna, forcing herself to back away from her. Alëna raised an eyebrow at the camper, placing a hip right by her side. She threatened in a low voice: "Do not tell anyone I am here, or I'll steal all your spices."

Alëna — With a timid nod, she ran back upstairs. She listened in to the conversation going on in the main floor, and was satisfied that all the Demeter kids inside has calmed down. She figured that the camper said that it was something haunted that should be dealt with soon enough. "There we go," she'll say with a smirk.

Ohlind — He moves himself from the shadow like he had slipped out of the wall or something like that. "Good... It would only be fair to offer them food when we're done.. Now, I think I'm going to make some baked salmon and buffalo chicken lasagna."

"Ingredients:

2 lbs fresh salmon fillets

1 lb large shrimp, uncooked

3 Tbsp oil (olive or canola)

1/2 lb asparagus

1 large lemon, sliced

1 stick unsalted butter, sliced

Seasoning;

1 ½ tsp ground paprika

2 tsp table salt

½ tsp ground black pepper

2 tsp garlic powder"

Ohlind — He starts working on the salmon 1st. "I think it's only fair to offer them some afterward done..."

Alëna — "Sounds nice," she'll say with a nod. "Just leave what is left here when we are done, or we'll get into some trouble. I'd rather not try to get them intimidated as much as that one Demeter fucker did."

Ohlind — "Damn will that's rude.." He said with a smile as he was chopping up some ingredients. He seemed truly happy he always liked the way cooking made him feel... It was truly a place where he could get tranquil it put him in a state of mind of peace. Peace was such a where thing in the world that he now lived in he appreciated every moment of it.

Alëna — "It's apart of my nature, if you think about it," she'll nonchalantly say. She let herself lean onto the wall, watching him cook. She also used to prepare her own meals as she grew, with her mother guiding her at every step of the way, especially when it came to cooking those pirozhki that she so loved. Even the mess hall somehow got the taste of them right, enough that she wanted to learn them herself. Just his actions and the subtle smell of the spices and some of the ingredients reminded her of that memory.

Ohlind — He seemed graceful with the blade of a knife he gave off a rhythmic aura Almost like you is dancing to music that wasn't there something completely in his head. A couple of minutes passed and he's finished would the salmon putting it in the oven to bake. Now he's moving on to the lasagna.

"19 Ingredients; Serves 12

Meat:

1 bottle Buffalo wing sauce

1 1/2 lbs Ground chicken

Produce:

1 Carrot; large

1 Celery; rib

2 Garlic cloves

1/2 cup Italian flat-leaf parsley

1 Onion: small

1 can Tomatoes; refrigerated

1 Egg: large

Pasta & Grains:

9 Lasagna noodles

Baking & Spices:

1 1/2 tsp Italian seasoning

1/4 tsp Pepper

1/2 tsp Salt

Oils & Vinegars:

1 tbsp Canola oil

Dairy:

1 3/4 cups Blue cheese

3 cups Mozzarella cheese: part-skim

1 carton Ricotta cheese

2 cups White cheddar cheese

Liquids:

1/2 cup Water"

Alëna — She'd continue watching, watching his hands work. She wondered if he could give her advice on some dishes, especially when it came to that salmon. "They all look so tasty so far," she commented.

Ohlind — "Yeah thanks..." He had very few words to say at the moment seeing as he was very focused on what he was doing. As he serviced with the lasagna He pushed it into one of the separate ovens as well in sat on a nearby kitchen counter.

Alëna — “You’re welcome.” Alëna would then walk over to stand right beside him, her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. “When was the first time you cooked something?” she’d curiously ask.

Ohlind — "Around when my mother got sick, I think I was around 10" He folded his arms as he said with a cold plain expression. It kind of sounded like he didn't want to dig too deep into the topic.

Alëna — “Dang,” is all she’d say in that second. “Hard times are sometimes necessary to be able to move on, even if the moment itself still lingers.” Obviously, she decided not to pursue the topic further, but she however was curious to what moments shaped him to be who he is now. Maybe there is a moment where she could find that out, but now is not the time.

Ohlind — "I needed to learn, If I didn't I might have not been around for this long." After some time waiting the mules were finally prepared. He was so excited to pull out of the oven he didn't even put mitts on he to slapped them down on the kitchen counter.

Alëna — “The hella fuckery?!” she exclaimed. “What happened to putting on mitts....? Never mind...” She’ll put on mitts of her own, and made sure that both trays were stable on the countertop. Once that was done, she’ll raise an eyebrow at Ohlind in concern. “Do they sting?”

Ohlind — "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He would say quietly shaking his  hot hands off he didn't really burn his hands that bad but it hurt pretty badly. He would burst into a small fit of laughter dipping his hands into some cold water.

Alëna — Without moving a limb, she’ll concentrate her mind into the water. As soon as he submerged his hands, he will feel something soothing within his skin, rejuvenating the layers back to its original state, the cells themselves hydrating and stitching themselves back together. She didn’t really have to say anything; just concentrated on making sure the burning sensations are gone and the minor scars healed. Even a tiny smile broke out of her stoic expression for once. [1/2]

Ohlind — He looked into the water with great confusion. "What the hell... This is the best water I've ever touched in my entire life." He turned around to look at Alëna. "Yo you have to check this out..."

Alëna — She raised her eyebrow in interest. The other brow was still furrowed in concentration, yet she was still casually acting like something marvelous is happening. It didn’t take long for the layers of his skin to get back to its original state, only leaving behind a faint pink scar on the side of his left palm. “Hmm... what makes you think so?” she curiously asked. The effects would still linger, but with the task done, the soothing feeling would slowly fade away... [2/2]

Ohlind — He pulled his hands of the water and looked at his palms. He looked at them in amazement like I just had dipped his hands in holy water. "That's amazing..."

Alëna — She’ll give him a smile in return. “Sometimes, nature rewards you for your efforts, no matter where you are. Now, shall we feast?”

Ohlind — "We shall indeed... You know I don't think you ever told me what your godly parent was." He grabbed a plate and served himself. He started to eat his own cooking with little expression it was almost like he is tired of it. Like it was just a necessary part of life but the food itself just seemed kind of normal to him whilst to others to might seem great.

Alëna — Which is definitely the case for Alëna since she never had a piece of salmon in a long time lolol. “Food tastes good,” she commented. “Hm, right. Do you want to know?”

Ohlind — "Of course I do." He continued to enjoy his fruit sitting down on the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes to savor the flavor.

Alëna — “Poseidon.” She replied casually, taking another bite of the salmon right after, like it wasn’t really too much of a big deal.

Ohlind — "Oh my god.." But he face palmed himself and put down his plate. He looked at her with a silly smile. "Thanks for rewarding me, Nature." He looked almost angry at himself twitching his eyebrows about how stupid he was.

Alëna — She couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. “Nature says ‘you’re welcome. Don’t be stupid next time’,” she responded, imitating a really horrible soprano voice that sounded like dying goats trying to barf up metal strings.

Ohlind — He laughed alongside her noticing her terrible singing voice. If he kept eating chuckling throughout.

Alëna — Alëna also did her best to savor the food while having some fun with that moment at the same time. “Sometimes, accents can go against you,” she’ll remark. “even when you’re already fluent in your second language.”

Ohlind — "I can tell!" He seemed to laugh even harder at that statement... [Spanish] "I haven't had this much fun in a long time..."

Alëna — “[Russian] He seems to be a great fellow, I have to admit, and an interesting one indeed...” she’ll say quietly between munches of food.

Ohlind — He gave the big grin and a wink. "I guess we both have feelings to hide, Don't we..." After finishing you lay back on the counter stretching slapping his stomach. "Damn that was good..."

Alëna — “Who says we’re hiding feelings?” she joked. Seeing that they were both finished with the plates, she took them to the sink and washed them, letting them dry on the rack once they were done with. “Indeed. Thank you for this.”

Ohlind — "No problem.. I might do it again someday." He got low and attempted to creep out of the cabin. He left a great amount of food behind for the rest of the kids in the cabin.

Alëna — She’ll do the same thing. They snuck out unnoticed.

Ohlind — "So I'm guessing this is the part where we split ways my friend?" He said politely as he for that his arms and warmly smiled. He look towards the direction of the Thanatos cabins.

Alëna — “For now,” she replied with a nod. “It was nice hanging with you, Ohlind.”

Ohlind — "Likewise Alëna, meet me at the border tomorrow!" He ran off towards his cabin.

Alëna — {Border? Alright.} She would then give him a wave, then went the other way back to her own cabin.

May 26, 2020

NPC — A Demeter girl rose from her bed at the dead of night. With glowing pink eyes she quietly slipped Airpods into the ears of her sisters as they slept. She smiled as she heard her sisters sing in their sleep.

[End Log]