"It's yours," Mikey tinkered with a bracelet charm. "How long have you known?"

"Known how long you've been Hephaestus's son?" Mikey added the charm onto a bracelet before grabbing another.

"Huh." Mikey grunted, repeating his work with some of the charms he had made a couple days ago. "Surprised you made it here safely after all those years."

"That's very true. Some demigods never find their way here, even with the satyrs help," Mikey frowned at the bracelet in his hands. "I should probably lay down the rules before Erica yells at me again. Tools and any materials here are yours to use for your heart's content. Glass isn't allowed in here. Let me know if any material runs low. Everything else is standard. No stealing, blah blah. " He looked up from his work to watch Tom.

"Mandatory?" Mikey repeated thoughtfully. "Not really. Activities like the upcoming chariot race, capture the flag, or anything we do as a cabin then yes. We also do eat as a cabin. Otherwise, not really. We try to better ourselves, make ourselves stronger with the gifts we are given, help out with the camp. There's also cabin inspections every month." He scowled at the last part.

Mikey grinned wickedly as he turned back to the bracelet, indicating that he had something ready for the race. "I think Erica said in a few weeks. Apollo already aligned itself with Hermes. Ares with Aphrodite. Everyone else are still deciding. Erica and Alex will be a force together if they can ever stop arguing."

"How much can you control your fire?" Mikey continued asking, messing with his digital control panel that each bed had. He frowned at it.

He had taken apart his panel, fixed it, and was putting it back together. "I burnt down my step dad's apartment when I first got mine. Very well, I can teach you how to control it if you like."

"We can start tomorrow if you want, waiting for the rest of the summer stragglers to get back to camp. Summer or year around?"

(Holy fuck)
"Who do you think she'll choose to go with her?" Carlos pondered.

"Thanks. Seems like it'll be fun once I get settled in." Tom pulled out a book on 18th century sculptures from his backpack and laid back on his bed to read.