to: all, with apologies to nico di angelo

[areou]

( the message is deliberately written in ancient greek. for most summoned, the network will auto-translate, but she's hoping there might be others who recognize the original text. )

WILL SOLACE COME RETRIEVE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOTH I'M NOT HIS BABYSITTER

( helpfully, she adds an illustration that no one asked for: )



( then, because nico seriously needs more friends and it's her duty as former head counselor of the ares cabin to embarrass any and all younger campers: )

↖  BTW THIS IS NICO
HE LOVES LONG WALKS THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD AND BROODING IN GRAVEYARDS
HE'S SPOKEN FOR BUT I'M SURE HE'LL BE THE AFTERLIFE OF YOUR NEXT PARTY
CHALLENGE HIM TO A GAME OF MYTHOMAGIC TODAY!!!

ALSO IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS SEEN THESE DEMIGODS CONTACT ME ASAP
LOOKS LIKE ZEUS IS SUPER FUCKING PISSED AGAIN AND WE NEED A GAMEPLAN

( more shitty doodles follow, this time vaguely resembling percy and annabeth, although this time she labels them: )



— CLARISSE LA RUE, DRAKON-SLAYER, DAUGHTER OF ARES

( she figures she may as well cover all her bases here since all of this feels like a ren faire on steroids anyway.

ooc | threadjacking is more than welcome and, frankly, encouraged. let's all go hog boar wild. 🫡 )

Comments

[sophos]

What?

Are you for real? Like, did you enter a punking phase?

[demigoth]

He spent a year as a normal teenager. McCaffrey got him trained to be actually good at it.

[divasmio]

I learned some valuable life lessons and toppled a multi-billion dollar corporation.

[demigoth]

I get to tell Annabeth my way. YOU can narrate your own adventure too.

So Zeus made him the mortal servant of Meg McCaffrey. Stuff happened, maybe important, but the big deal is Apollo knows the name of every year-round camper.

[sophos]

No offense

[ maybe a little. not to nico. ]

But I find that hard to believe. Well, maybe not the Zeus part.
And I don't know any Megs.

[demigoth]

Why would I have any reason to lie about Apollo?

[sophos]

I didn't know you guys were besties now.

[divasmio]

Nothing brings people closer than successfully pulling off a heist together.

[demigoth]

The trogs need more hats.

[sophos]

Depends on the heist.

[divasmio]

We took down the corporation that funded both Kronos and Octavian's armies: Triumvirate Holdings.

Turns out it was being run by three Roman emperors playing a very, very long game.

[sophos]

And you actually did this yourself?
Didn't get anyone to do it for you?

[divasmio]

I didn't do it alone, but it was my quest, so I did do it.

As a mortal, no less. Red blood and everything. I had many, many opportunities to verify the color of my blood.

[sophos]

[ what the fuck, apollo. ]

[ she knows he did percy, thalia, and the rest a favor after she was taken by the manticore all those years ago, took them all back to camp, so it's not like annabeth thinks he's the worst of the gods by far - and she likes his sister well enough, knows he loves artemis more than perhaps the other gods might care about each other - but she keeps going to bed at night and seeing blood red skies and sometimes seeing nothing at all, so it's hard to believe in gods very much at the moment, no matter how earnest he is. ]

I believe you're telling the truth. It's just hard to believe.

I can't ask you about it right now. Maybe one day. We'll see what happens.

private;

[divasmio]

I get it.

Gods aren't known for their ability to grow and change. And when we do, it's usually over the course of centuries, not months. A lot of this is... still really strange and new to me, too.

When we get a chance to talk more, and we're not dealing with... pretend I'm gesturing in the general direction of all the drama happening elsewhere right now, I'll be happy to answer any of your questions.

contd private;

[sophos]

It's not just that.

[ the thought filters out before she gets a handle on it, and then she gets mad at herself for allowing it to go through. honestly the insanity of a bunch of demigods discovering how to use the medieval internet is cake by itself. everything else just keeps happening so much. ]

I don't have anything particularly kind to say about gods right now and if you're really trying to do better I assume you're not going to zap me for that. Just don't try to sweep in and guide me like a parent, because as I'm sure you're aware I haven't needed one of those to get by in a long time.

We'll talk about what you went through one day.

[sonofacesius]

I got the privilege of teaching my dad how to brush his own teeth and use the bathroom, Annabeth. Would I lie about that?

[sophos]

Yes. If you want him to look good. You're biased.

[sonofacesius]

You think he'd look better if I lied about him turning mortal and I had to teach him what colgate is?

Annabeth, would you like to teach Athena how to brush her teeth?

[sophos]

[ oof, still a sore spot. ]

She wouldn't need me to.

[sonofacesius]

......I suppose that's fair.
[yeah, bit of a sore spot! You know, almost killing your dad, then having to teach him what deodorant was! So much fun!]
I guess be happy you never have to have that kind of bonding experience?

[sophos]

I don't want to talk about Athena right now.

[sonofacesius]

[yeah demigods are loaded with sore spots]

Alright, what would you like to talk about then?

[sophos]

[ someone's mother disowned her then sent her on a suicidal solo quest! will got the better end of the life lessons with a god deal. ]

[ stop being so nice, will. she deflates a little. ]

I'll have more to ask once I finish organizing my thoughts.

[sonofacesius]

Alright. I'll leave you to organize your thoughts in peace.

Have fun with your mental and physical post it notes, Annabeth. I'll be here if you need me.