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"Does burning all the food stands down count as 'something to do'?" That forced Ten to give a small smile. That was typical Phoenix. Of course if she did do that he would have to send her back to cabin. The last thing he needed was for her to get kicked out of the Camp for doing something like that. If she left then he would feel obligated to leave as well. There would be nothing here to keep him from going home. Except for Amphytriton, but it Kurai ran fast enough he would surpass him as well. "You don't have to worry, I already went crazy today you don't have to take me back to my cabin." Kurai raised an eyebrow at her. He was curious to what she did, but he didn't say anything. It wasn't his business. And it already happened.

"Just forget what I said. How about playing another game. Or we can go by the forest or the lake. Choose." Damn her! he cursed. She knew full and well Kurai doesn't like making decisions for anything or anyone. It freaks him out and he feels as though either decision ends badly. Why would she do that to him? "I'll make it easier, I hate the games here so you now have 2 options, choose wisely my young grasshopper. Kurai rolled his eyes. That didn't make it any better. It was as if she was teasing him. He had half a mind to strangle her, but kept his hands in his pocket. They balled into fist as he weighed out each option.

The forest was his go to place, but it was also going to be filled with other campers. Also it was still relatively close to the place they were trying to get away from. No difference would be made. He would still hear the others nearby. Laughing. Having 'fun'. The lake was another great option, but he didn't bring anything to swim with. His father needs a medium to communicate with Kurai. Water, fire, Dreams, anything. Kurai stopped walking and shut his eyes tight. The decision was going to be the death of him. Before he could change his mind he made a decision. "Forest."

         Wallace was, predictably, very excited. After all, not everyday was a private carnival for you and your friends at camp. Wallace jumped out of bed and ran, practically naked, to the showers, giggling like a madman, with nothing more than a towel covering his naked butt. After showering, extensively washing and dying his wild mane of hair, brushing his teeth, and making his way back to Selene's cabin, Wallace did what was normal, and got dressed. As he got ready for the day, donning his usual assortment of unusual clothes, Wallace lit some incense at the shrine in his cabin. Most cabins had some form of devotional shrine to their patron, whether it was the forge over at Hephaestus cabin or the fountain in Poseidon cabin. Each dwelling had a specific way to communicate with their patron, and for Selene's cabin, it was just a simple shrine in the shape of a circle, marked with the phases of the moon. As he did every morning, Wallace lit a small stick of incense and said a prayer to his mother, asking for nothing more than patience with him. He knew he wasn't exactly the sanest duck in the pond, but he loved his mother and his family, and all he wanted was his mother to be proud of him. As Wallace got dressed, he talked to the shrine, telling his mother about his plans for the day, the adventures of the previous day, how he was doing, how his friends were doing, and just trying to keep his mother involved in his life. Luckily, Wallace was the only inhabitant of his cabin, so talking to no one didn't look as weird. By the time he was finished getting ready, the incense finished burning, filling the cabin with the smell of juniper berries and citrus fruits. Wallace smiled, it smelled like summer. When his hair had been carefully pulled back into a ponytail, his clothes finally arranged so that they somewhat matched each other, and his bracelet wound tightly around his right wrist, Wallace was ready to play! He calmly proceeded through the window next to his bed, clambered out, and dropped the the ground below. Wallace's window was then promptly shut, and he made his way to the festival.

Wallace, as excited as he was, couldn't keep himself contained for too long. He took one look at the rows of games, food, and activity booths and just about lost it. He sprinted to the nearest one, a ring toss, and began to play. Only a few moments later, Wallace was seen blatantly cheating at ski-ball by enlisting the aid of one of the smaller campers, who Wallace had instructed to catch the balls that he rolled up the ramp and put them into the hole worth the most points. Once the pair had won the biggest prize, a giant stuffed gorilla toy, Wallace handed the small boy the gift and ran off to the next booth, spreading smiles and concerned sighs wherever he went. After a good hour or so of playing, Wallace finally became hungry. He'd played all the games and given away all his prizes to kids who couldn't win any for themselves, and it had made him very, VERY hungry. He made his way over to the dining pavilion and, after waiting patiently in line, pulled himself a massive plate of barbecue classics to gorge himself on. Wallace ate hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, chips, fruit, soda pop, and an ice cream sandwich, but not before making a sizable offering to the gods at the ever-burning brazier. Finally sated, Wallace made his way back to the festival, hoping to spend some time with his friends, when who should he happen upon but Luke and Minna. Having spotted them from a bit of a distance, he waved wildly, jogging over to the pair and giving them each a big smile. "Hey guys!" He said, happily, and excited to see them. "How're you today? Great shindig, eh?"