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Camp Half-Blood: Legacies [OOC]



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Thu Jan 18, 2024 9:54 pm
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Spearmint says...



I'm here again! Ley started a post on when they get to New York, so if your charrie would like to participate in the search for Aphrodite, pls join and add some lines! :D
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Ley says...



Hello, everyone! @Spearmint and I decided to revamp this SB starting next week! :D If anyone cannot continue, that's perfectly fine! Just let us know :D
“Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.”
Thornton Wilder, Our Town

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KateHardy says...



A surprise postie?

More likely than you think...
Stay Safe
The Princess of Darkness

Hello! You? Yes you reading this. Have a nice day because you're wonderful and you deserve it!

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hooray!! :D
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien