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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[areou]

( she's seen what a son of jupiter can do. she's not afraid of any storms. )

And not give your sad little friends time to plan your funeral?
I'm not that inconsiderate

private | clarisse & percy

[sophos]

Clarisse.
This whole thing is bullshit on her part but put on the breaks. Pause for a second. Think, I know you can. You know we've got your back, right?
It's not about winning. We know you can do that, Drakon Slayer. We're spread too thin here and there's still a lot to figure out.
We need your help too.

cont'd private ;

[seaweedbrain]

Yeah, if we had to place bets, I'll admit I'd be betting on you Clarisse.

[ Despite their rocky history, there's no doubt in his mind that she's a more than capable warrior. Fierce and determined. ]

But we just don't know enough about this place. And I can't believe I'm saying this 'cause you know I'd back you up in a heartbeat if you needed it, but the best thing to do right now is figure this whole place out, and how we'll reach each other ... and come up with a plan.

forever private ;

[areou]

( she hates how easily the red clears from her vision. it's literally just writing on the wall, but she can still hear their voices in her head like salve. ugh. fuck this. fuck them. it's not fair.

she wants to argue. she wants to scream. (maybe she does scream, a little. maybe she punches a hole in the wall just to get the anger out.) the worst part is: she knows they're right. worser still: she might actually listen to them. )

I'm not apologizing for standing my fucking ground

( but the wind has largely been plucked from her sails. she's simmering now rather than boiling. )

What do you need me to do here?

( she doesn't mean julie. she needs to rip that bitch's throat out, but in light of the power of friendship or whatever, she'll stand down. for now. )

[sophos]

I'm certainly not going to ask you to apologize. Being loud and annoying on a network is hardly worth death threats.

You can look after the others. Everyone's there but us, and I don't care what Apollo says, I trust you more.

Figure out how to get into the Horizon. We can find each other there. I've been working on it from my end already.

[ give clarisse a task!! keep her busy!! and annabeth does miss her. if they could speed seeing each other along for real, that feels productive. ]

[seaweedbrain]

Yeah, what Annabeth said.

And if you need us between then and now, I think we figured out this privating function thing.

[areou]

( i trust you more. no, she's not blushing, that's just the rage leaving her body. obviously. )

Okay, I'm on it

( and, then, because she can't stand this being about her anymore, like she's a moth slowly roasting under a heat lamp, she adds: )

You know it goes both ways
If you guys need anything

( she doesn't mention tartarus, doesn't say if you want to talk about it. because she knows they don't. not this soon, and not with everything else going on. they might not ever want to talk about it, least of all with her, but the offer is on the table, as vague as it may be. she might not have experienced tartarus herself, and she hopes to the gods she never will, but she has seen what that kind of trauma can do to a person. she's seen how it drives men to madness. she doesn't want to see that happen again. )

[sophos]

[ maybe annabeth smiles, relieved. ]

[ she also knows what clarisse is implying with the offer, beyond just this world and it's machinations and tag-teaming it from two sides. she doesn't really know how to talk about tartarus. she probably should, but she doesn't really want to either. mostly she and percy have just been up all night and scared. ]

[ the offer is a comfort anyway. ]

I wouldn't expect anything less.
I do know.
That's why we're friends, whether you like it or not.

[ don't worry, she won't say thank you so directly. ]

[seaweedbrain]

I mean, I wouldn't mind a burger if you know where to get one.

[ Jokes!

Listen, it was hitting a little too close to mushy-gushy here, okay, and with Clarisse it just feels weird. ]

[areou]

( always count on percy to ruin a perfectly good moment. (but, in a way, she is a little relieved.) it's hard not to laugh, even if she really doesn't want to give him the satisfaction. at least he can't see her. or hear her. and, you know, now she doesn't have to acknowledge the F-word. not that it isn't true. they are friends. they're her closest friends. but saying it like that isn't always easy. she's glad for an out. )

Yeah, sure, lemme just hop on Grubhub and order you one from Ye Olde Burger Joynt 🙄

( she's learning things in college, you see. maybe not the right things. but almost enough to pass for a real mortal student. )

[sophos]

Don't worry, I punched him.

[ she did in fact punch him. even though she laughed too. it's fine, they all need the levity for a minute. or two. or five. or two months. ]

But he might have a point. A burger sounds great. Maybe we can work on finding the medieval equivalent here too.

[princessvegas]

[ No son of Jupiter has a direct feedback loop with the source of the universe's magic — but Julie does. In fact, this whole argument can trace at least some of its roots back to the fact that Julie hasn't been able to sleep properly in weeks because she's so keyed from this never-ending tantrum of the monolith's — anyone's patience would be on a hair trigger after this long. ]

Aw, someone sounds cranky. Go on, listen to YOUR friends and sit down. They know what's best for you.

[areou]

🖕🖕

( she desperately wants to say try choking on your own condescending bullshit and maybe you'll feel better but she's trying to disengage here. it's not worth it. she's got more important things to deal with. )