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

[heelies]

[Grant him a moment to decipher what he can...]

Indeed I am Achilles, son of Peleus.

P E R J A K S O N

Is that the name you bear, stranger?

I confess that I do not know my letters so well. It is only by this strange god-gift that my message comes to you at all.

[seaweedbrain]

You know, I've been called worse.

Or weirder.

[ Thanks, Mr D. ]

Uh, where are you living?

[ Is a face-to-face meeting possible? Who knows. Could be easier, though. ]

[heelies]

Where am I, you ask?

I have come, by the will of the gods, to the country of Solvunn, land of wind-swept plains and plenteous goats. They are a humble and hardy people who dwell here. Are you too a guest among the god-fearing Solvunnians, P E R J A K S O N?

[seaweedbrain]

[ Oh, boy ... this is gonna become a thing, isn't it?

Welp. ]

Unfortunately I'm not in Solvunn.

I'm in Thorne.

I think it's far away.

[heelies]

T H O R N

I have heard of such a country, but it is far off. Even the sea, which all my life has heaved so near at hand, is far off. Not one ship have I seen in all my days here.

[seaweedbrain]

Yeah, that sucks, dude.

I get it though. I'd be pretty bummed out if I wasn't near the sea either.

[ Only after the message is out of his head and sent does Percy realize that Achilles, already having difficulty picking up on letters, would probably struggle with ... uh ... slang. ]

I mean, that's terrible. Bad.

[heelies]

I have heard too of a village that overlooks the sea, and there I wish to journey as soon as I am able, as soon as the winds quit their outrage. Where sea meets land, there I might meet my mother, silver-footed Thetis, daughter of Nereus, who lives beneath the waves.

[He has not fully grasped the whole "different world, different universe" thing...]

More questions I would ask of you, stranger, but I fear your reply would do me little good.