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. 🫡 )

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[divasmio]

[ okay you know what fuck the meter. ]

You and me both.

War is over. Finished. Now it's time for peace.

Do you understand?

[heelies]

[Also a tremendous no.]

If you wish for me to understand your message, Lord Apollo, you will have to find another way by which to send it. To you I shall offer the sacrifices and libations that a suppliant must, though I know your heart, made of the same deadly bronze that tips arrows, will not be swayed.

[Apollo may not be the god he loves best, but he is a god nonetheless.]

[divasmio]

[heelies]

[He studies the drawing, which demonstrates a skilled hand — unsurprising, from a god whose power is divided among so many talents.]

You wish for me to keep my distance from you?

[divasmio]

Yes.

Peace.

[heelies]

Then that is what I shall do. So must we mortal men follow the will of the gods, or else court disaster.

[Privately, he remains wary of his fate which looms just beyond the horizon. What questions he would ask, however, he holds, for he will not find any answers here.]