Elise's Bunk

Life at camp was an ordeal. It was loud, boisterous, and often times dangerous in some way shape or form. This was especially true when you took into account the fact that a bunch of the kids here basically had super powers. It was any summer camp's worst nightmare. However, amidst all of the chaos, sometimes at Camp Half-Blood you were able to find a calm past all the noise; a period of time that was kept in blissful silence and relaxation. No cabins feuding or camp activities going on; not even any siblings around to bother you. Elise loved her siblings, but she needed moments to herself to keep sane. Hell, she figured that anyone did.

Those moments where she found that she had the cabin to herself were her moments of relaxation. There wasn't anything pressing at her to get done, and for once she wasn't looking for something that needed doing. Today when she looked around the cabin and found it empty, she simply took a deep breath and moved for her bag, picking out some reading material before settling on her bed. For the past hour or so now she'd been reading this book she'd offhandedly picked up titled History's Greatest Lies by William Weir. She enjoyed it. It wasn't by any means outstanding but it definitely wasn't bad. It had a lot of interesting facts that she was happy to learn. Although once she got to the bit that said Emperor Nero didn't really fiddle while Rome burnt she couldn't help but think, duh. She couldn't imagine why he'd ever have a reason to. But hey, not everyone may have known that, and that was okay. She could let that slide, she was happy with where she was. It was a beautiful, quiet day, and she had a good book to read. At least for one more chapter.

Life was good.

Hermes was glad to get to the Athena cabin. Most of the Athena gifts were sensible and weren't likely to cause him harm. They were much more peaceful. He placed his sack by the door and began to root through it. The bag was deceptive. It contained a lot more than the outside. A TARDIS of sorts. However, his was older than the idea for the TARDIS was...
It was a smallish object so took a while to find, but there it was. He pulled out, a simple book shaped object. "What a surprise." He chuckled to himself. It was wrapped in sparkling gold wrapping paper, and when the light caught it, blinded Hermes a bit, causing him to curse to himself. He placed it on the end of the bed of the kid and flew off, grabbing his sack on the way.


Details of the gift:
A journal which requires no writing. Rather, the user simply opens and thinks about her day and all the events are recorded accordingly. The journal itself is purple with a golden owl on the front. It has enough pages to record all the events over the course of a year.