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

[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.