Jonathan's Room [open to anyone]

Jonathan's room is based on the older boys' room motif with the red, black, and white colors contrasting amazingly. A set of drawers and a clothes cabinet, both painted a deep black, wait by the wall to the left from the doorway. Beside the drawers sit a television set, complete with a DVD player and even an Xbox free for anyone to use. Jonathan usually allows his siblings and other campers in the room to put these systems to good use. Oftentimes, even the smallest of children can be found sprawled across the carpet-covered wooden brown floor, mashing the buttons away with their eyes glued to the screen.

The room isn't all that dark, especially with the sturdy glass window - framed by dark red curtains - allowing the sunlight to freely seep through every corner of the room. Another chest of drawers for Jonathan's belongings lean against the light beige wall, a few books and a cassette player on top of it. Next comes the multi-purpose bed, with the headboard also serving as a placeholder for pencils and other things Jonathan gets lazy to put back if he is already comfortable on the fluffy white comforter. An alarm clock is easily within his reach, sitting on the bedside table, but Jonathan hardly uses it for his body is already programmed to wake up at six in the morning without any external help.

In his room, Jonathan commonly spends his time playing with his Xbox, alone or with company. Other times he can be found reading some books mostly translated into ancient Greek seeing as dyslexia makes it difficult for him to understand English and other languages. The cabin leader also takes his time napping away in the afternoons to the early evenings if he has already finished everything he scheduled for that day. Whatever happens, one thing's for sure. Busy or not, Jonathan is always happy to entertain guests, both in his room and the whole of Cabin 10. It's alright if they want to clarify matters, suggest new ideas or even just talk - Jonathan doesn't really mind. To emphasize this, Jonathan has pinned a small note to his door. The note, written in both ancient Greek and English for convenience, read:

At first, Jonathan thought he had just imagined the sound of someone knocking. After all, it was already past curfew and he had personally made sure that every single one of his siblings were, if not asleep, all in Cabin 10. As he grimly looked over the papers scattered around on the living room table (Who knew that renovations could cost so much? he thought), Jonathan lay sprawled on the carpet, his hair quite unruly and his white camp shirt draped over his shoulder. When his ears picked up the tapping noise once again, he scrambled to his feet, putting his shirt on in the process and quickly made his way to the door without even fixing the sheets of paper lying so messily on the table. The person knocking on Cabin 10's door was the priority for now, and Jonathan couldn't care less about leaving that kind of mess behind with the consideration that someone might be kept waiting outside in the dark and past curfew too.

Curiously, Jonathan let his fingers wrap around the cool metal doorknob and twisted it, opening the door an inch to peek. "Naren?" he said in surprise, remembering the younger girl from before. With widened eyes, he opened the door wide enough for her to come in. "Come in. It must be freezing." Jonathan smiled warmly. The kind gesture was his way of telling the daughter of Hermes that he didn't mind her coming to the Aphrodite cabin at this time of the night.

Jonathan glanced warily over his shoulder at the mess he left behind, papers piled on top of the living room table. "Hope you don't mind the mess... And feel free to make yourself at home," he motioned to the sofas, an open invitation. It still bothered him slightly why Naren would suddenly visit this late, and he could only arrive at the conclusion that it was because of something serious. "Couldn't sleep, huh?"

"It's fine," Jonathan said simply, walking over to pick up the pile of papers scattered on the table. "Ah, I guess I haven't really seen him around much too," he mused, pausing for a few moments to wonder where the Hermes cabin leader had gone. Perhaps he had some business to attend to, or something important like that. Before he could dwell too much on the thought, Naren explained the cause of her sudden visit and he looked up worriedly, but not letting the anxiety show on his features. If there was one thing Jonathan was good at, it was hiding his emotions, or most of it.

The brown-haired son of Aphrodite placed the stack of papers on top of the chest of drawers, but his eyes were on Naren when he talked. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently, not wanting the younger girl to feel pressured, but at the same time giving her the option to get it out of her chest if she wanted to.

The answer was not something he had expected. Jonathan went rigid, not realizing that the last sheet of paper fell from his hands and slowly glided to the carpeted floor. He didn't bend down to pick it up though, something he would have usually done, but he remained tense and standing with eyes glued to the daughter of Hermes seated on his bed. Jonathan's lips were in a tight line and he was biting the inside of his cheek. He wanted to reassure Naren, he really did, but he knew that her dream was likely to be truth. After all, demigod dreams always were.

The son of Aphrodite followed the girl's gaze to the clock and realized how late it was. "We should," he said softly, glancing back at her. "But it's late. Don't get me wrong, I know it's important, but..." he trailed off, looking out the glass window in his room. One can see how dark it already was outside through the maroon curtains. Besides, Jonathan already had the faintest feeling that the centaur already knew about this. Chiron knew more things than anyone but the gods, he believed. "I'll tell you what. We'll get up real early in the morning so we can get the news out to Chiron. How's that sound?"

Still a little tense, Jonathan found himself nodding at Naren, all the while picking up the stray sheet of paper and placing it on top of the small stack. He saw no problem with the time she proposed when his body had already been programmed to wake up in the wee hours of the morning. "Sure," Jonathan said, returning Naren's smile with one of his own. "I'll be there."

Jonathan chanced a look outside, noting the darkness outside his window. His lips curled into a small frown when he shifted his gaze back to the daughter of Hermes. "Do you want to spend the night here?" he offered, knowing that it was late and that harpies were already scouring the camp for curfew-breakers. "You can take my bed. I'll go kip on the sofa."