Has it been so long already?

As Angie sits cross-legged in her favourite spot of grass beside the strawberry fields, she finds herself in a contemplative mood. It's precisely 7am in the morning, and she's already been up for an hour, beginning to prepare for the party that will be held later in the day. Currently she's finalising her plans concerning decorations- who knew selecting the precise colours and types of flowers could prove to be such a difficult task? Passer-by's would bear witness to the daughter of Erato sitting before a growing spread of flowers, rearranging and conjuring more as she decides with an expression of deepest concentration whether orange and pink roses pair better than red and white.

She sighs, setting all thoughts of flowers aside as she leans back against her palms. Last minute party planning has proven to be more of a struggle than she had anticipated, and she mentally chides herself for having not attended to the final intricacies sooner. Closing her eyes, she allows herself a moment of blissful serenity before the chaotic setup of the party that is certain to ensue.

Seventeen years feel far too young and far too old in the weird mess that is the life of a demigod. Angie doesn't often allow herself to consider what her future outside of camp will hold, but she's starting to realise that she has less time within its protected borders than she had initially thought.

Closing her eyes momentarily, she shakes herself to rid her mind of such thoughts, glittering curls tumbling over her shoulders at the movement. Pondering over things that may never happen- or at least only occur in the distant future- will not help her with party preparations, and there's still too much work that must be done. Setting her jaw in determination, Angie picks up the previously discarded flowers and stands up, ready to get to work.

The party would be held at the beach and would begin immediately after dinner, where the humid heat of the day would begin to cool. The majority of attractions would be positioned relatively close together, with the bar (serving alcohol to those 16 and manned by a satyr) being near the dance floor. Speakers would play a popular music as well as a handful of slow songs and, of course, Angie's own favourites. Comfortable seats and small tables could be found set out around the entirety of the beach, the majority being concentrated around the bar and dance floor. Scattered across the sand further away from these structures, a small number of tents had been set up, providing a little more peace and quiet for those seeking to escape the loudness of the party, or interested in a more private setting for a conversation.

Snacks would be laid out on the tables planted around the area and would also be available at the bar for those in need of a little food, and a larger plate would bear the weight of Angie's birthday cake, which would be divided into equal slices for everyone to help themselves to a piece each at some point of the night. Having given up on deciding on just one colour combination of roses, flowers of all shapes and sizes would be artfully placed and intertwined around the area as decoration, coupled with balloons, bunting and fairy lights.

Beside the bar, four baskets had been set out, each full of beaded rings of different pastel colours. A label on the side of each basket indicated that each colour matched to a specific relationship status:

• White: Single

• Pink: Taken

• Yellow: Looking for friends

• Green: It's Complicated

Next to the baskets would lay two jars hopefully familiar to the campers by this point, individually labelled 'Truths' and 'Dares'. Within the jars would be slips of paper, with different rules; those that wished to take a dare would have to complete it by the end of the night, while those selecting a truth would ideally find another camper and confess the answer to the question to them. While there were no specific age restrictions on either bowl, the satyr at the bar could be found glancing over at each slip taken to make sure that the truth or dare being selected was age appropriate for the individual in question.

While spreading the news of her birthday party prior to it being held, Angie had made sure that everyone was aware of a dress code she had decided to implement. Each arrival would be asked to show up in an outfit containing only one colour of the individual's choice. Of course, the dress code was hardly going to be enforced, but Angie is hopeful that the demigods will see the fun in it and willingly participate.

OOC: Explicitly state whether your character is taking a truth or dare and I'll reply with what it says :) would recommend picking multiple!!