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( OPEN ) if today's the day i die, lay me down under the lights.

Who: Percy Jackson and YOU!
Where: The gazebo, the beach and wherever else the threads take him.
When: March 20th-27th
Rating: Probably no higher than PG-14 but I'll edit accordingly if the rating goes up.
Summary: Percy's about to hate Wonderland with everything he's got. This is an event catch-all log.
The Story:

( MARCH 20th: MERMAN )

[ the first problem here is that Percy's ignoring the very first rule you learn as a half-blood: it's almost always a trap. anything that looks this good? bad. very bad. it's bound to bring indescribable horror. he doesn't think twice at the buzz of Sally Jackson's voice in the back of his head. grow up with a single mother, you see how great you get at tuning out the fretting. not that he doesn't absolutely adore his mother ( he does ) but there can't be anything wrong with having fun at the beach, right? it's the beach!

sure, Rachel says they're disconnected from the gods and so he can't count on Poseidon's protection here. but so what? he hasn't had that since the gods slammed their doors.

he's pretty much running into the water without a second thought in a pair of blue swim trunks. Percy's submerged in the water up to his stomach when he surfaces so it doesn't look like anything's wrong, but he knows the difference. there's no mistaking the very loud groan he lets out. something that sounds suspiciously like she's always right even if it's only a noise. ] Oh, come on!

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[ stay out of trouble, she says. percy, be careful, she says.

challenge accepted!

be good for one day. he thinks he's smart enough, or at least clever enough, to keep his nose out of trouble for that long. Percy doesn't enjoy leaving Annabeth's side, it dredges up all kinds of feelings he isn't ready to acknowledge. how his heart rate picks up and his palms get sweaty for entirely different reasons than most teenage guys. he starts factoring in a thousand possibilities of disasters the longer he's away from her. things that have no way of happening in reality, but this isn't reality. their life doesn't feel like it's real half of the time. so his mind wanders.

but it's like the fear of suffocating that drove him crazy. he can't let it rule him. Wonderland isn't going to whisper all of its secrets to him just because he's sitting around and waiting to hear them. so he goes out. he goes exploring. he's open to talking to strangers and hopefully making some friends. that doesn't mean that the wariness from being turned into a merman has worn off. or that he doesn't suspect that there are some people who aren't willing to share, that might even want to mislead him.

when he gets tired of looking and decides to get out of the sun in the shade that a gazebo provides, he isn't expecting to nod off and wake up there several hours later. he startles awake ( wipes the drool off ) and his first thought is Annabeth. crud! she's going to kill him. Percy's somewhat disorientated but no more than usual, or so he thinks. once he's down the stairs and back on the grass, headed for the mansion, he wonders when the last time he had a haircut was. it's getting long. it's—wait a second!

are those boobs? ]

( BODY SWAPPING: CLARISSE LA RUE )

[ Percy personally finds it hard to believe that any dining hall is safe from Clarisse flipping a table for no reason at all ( see: because she's crazy ) and starting a food fight, or jumping on one and launching herself across the room in an effort to kill someone. but they have a truce, so mostly he shuts his mouth. mostly. some of the time he has to open it back up in order to, you know, eat. and ask her to pass the butter. things like that.

he's about to ask her to pass a blue napkin and she doesn't answer him. he throws in a please and she's still not talking to him. ] Okay, seriously?

[ it's about then that he glances up, ready to grab it for himself, and realizes he's staring at himself? don't mind him, he's just going to choke to death over here. ]

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Weird, right?

[Lena's popped up not far away since his splashing was sort of hard to ignore. She's been out here awhile, loving the feeling of swimming like a fish.]

Just one of the many surprises Wonderland has for us.

You can say that again. [ there are worse fates to suffer. he's experimenting with staying afloat while drifting backwards, deeper into the ocean. ]

What, this? [ he's going to flip up his fin, splashing water in the opposite direction of Lena. ] 'Welcome to Wonderland, hope you like being seafood?' They should put that somewhere on the brochure.

They can't fit all the events on the brochure. And since we don't know what they are in advance, they can't be warned for.

[She moves onto her back, tail poking out of the water. Her scales are green, but glimmer gold in the light. It's not lost on her that they're a representation of her eyes, one green and one gold, which denotes a Light Caster and a Dark Caster.]

This one's not so bad, though. I already figured out that you get your legs back once you're dry.

Yeah, yeah. Why spoil the surprise? I get it. The people in charge want to keep it that way. [ his is blue. a blue as vast as as many shades of the ocean. in the right spot of light, it even looks green. ]

And you're still in the water? [ that's.. well. she's having fun with it. a curse isn't much of one if it doesn't stick. ] Are you sure there's no catch?

Why not? When am I going to get the chance to be a mermaid again?

[She shrugs.]

Not sure, no. All I know is I laid on the beach and my legs came back once my fin dried. I could move them, stand up, walk, everything. If there's a catch, I don't know what it is.

Not in this lifetime. [ he agrees, coming to see her side of things. girls, huh? they super dig the mermaid deal. it has to be that disney movie. ] Unless you're here forever, then maybe you might get to experiment a few more times.

Well, that's good. I wouldn't hate to be stuck out here forever. I love the ocean. It's [ hmmm ] a big part of my life. But there are definitely things I'd also like to get back to. [ but there's nothing wrong with some harmless fun, is there? ] Maybe not right this second.

Have you checked out how far we can dive yet?

I haven't tried to dive too far yet. But I'm willing to give it a try if you are.

[She swims closer.]

Do you think we can talk underwater? I haven't tried that yet either.

I'm ready when you are. [ if the worst that can happen actually does, well, he's ready for that. it's funny that out of all the times he's been in the ocean, this is the time he went in with swim trunks and let the water soak him because one of his powers is choosing not to let it. he can walk in and climb out completely dry. he hasn't tried many of his powers here yet because he hasn't had a chance to but he doesn't feel any different. he has no reason to suspect that they would waver. ]

If we can't, I'm going to be pretty disappointed in being a merman. [ Percy's about ten seconds away from focusing on air bubbles in the water to make it happen if they can't do it naturally. that way, they're encircled in oxygen and they can talk but still be submerged. as a precaution. ] We might want to try that one before we dive too far.

Yeah, okay. Talking first, then diving.

[She smirks a little, hoping it works but just amazed she gets the opportunity to try in the first place.]

Ready?

[And down under she goes. Once he's down there too and they're facing each other, she speaks. It's not completely clear, sort of like she's talking with her mouth full, but it's intelligible enough.]

Here I am talking. Can you hear me?

I'm ready. [ he follows her because that's the deal. what else is he going to do in the ocean? he grins, grateful that he can still breathe underwater and he doesn't care if he can't tell if it's because of his regular power or if all of that's been stripped away for being a merman. ]

Not exactly loud and clear but I can hear you. Pretty awesome. Maybe diving's not out of the question.

[She giggles and it makes an interesting sound.]

Sounds good. Where should we go do this?

Down?

[ he gives a smile that is about as smart as his reply. stating the obvious with a harmlessly sarcastic way is kind of his staple. he's not picky. he doesn't know what kind of dangers are down in Wonderland's ocean, but he's confident enough in his abilities to think they'll come out of it okay. shrugging won't carry over underwater, so he swims past her into deeper waters, looking for the first dip in the bank so he can start their descent. ]

[She gives him an annoyed look, but follows him all the same. She was hoping for somewhere a little more scenic, but whatever. Once they get down far enough, it'll probably be too dark anyway.]

[ clarisse would have you know that she is not crazy, alright. what the hell is a dining hall without at least one food fight? worthless, that's what. besides, someone looked at her funny. so she thought they'd look pretty damn funny with mashed potatoes on their face. as it turns out, she was right. she wouldn't expect percy to understand.

except, well, maybe after today he might.

by some bizarre trick of the gods, she finds herself trapped in percy jackson's body, staring at her own face like she's in a dream. like. this has to be a dream, right? or maybe a nightmare. this can't actually be happening. ]

Jackson?

[ her — his? — voice cracks and gods is his voice even more annoying when she can hear it coming straight out of his mouth. ]

Percy, I swear to the gods, you can forget our truce if you don't explain to me why exactly what's going on.

[ she's trying her best not to scream, okay. she's never wanted to throttle herself more than at this very moment. and only because somehow percy jackson is in her body. ]

Me? [ holy Poseidon, is that his voice? excuse him, he has to go be ill. not that he has time for that. he's too busy trying to process why his body is yelling at him right now and it's giving him a headache because it doesn't make any sense. ] Why the heck would I know what's going on? I didn't ask for [ nope nope nope, he's getting up from this table right this instant. ] this!

You think I want to be a girl? Again? [ whoops. she doesn't need to know about him getting turned into a girl once before this. man, he's never going to live it down. ] I meant you. Why would you think I would want to be anyone but myself?

[ yes, good cover. ]

This is probably your fault. You started that food fight. You probably made someone with magic angry. We have no idea what the people here are capable of.

[ ohhhhh no you don't jackson, you do not get to pin this on her. she stands up and slams her hands on the table. it's pretty pathetic coming from percy's body, to be honest. how does she make this thing intimidating??? ]

My fault?! [ oh god she sounds so shrill this is awful. ] Even if it is [ which she is not admitting to in any fashion ] why would they make us switch bodies? That doesn't even make sense!

[ ok but she's pretty sure she remembers him saying again earlier. don't think she's not gonna call you out on that. ]

Wait, what do you mean again? What the hell aren't you telling me, Jackson?

[ learn some water powers tbh. it's all the rage. ]

I don't know! I'm not a child of Hecate. I don't know how that works. I'm just saying maybe if you weren't so, so... [ truce!! remember the truce. ] So you! We wouldn't be in this mess.

[ that's harsh. maybe she deserves it, maybe she doesn't. he has no way of knowing. he's mad and uncomfortable and so is she probably but he doesn't feel extremely considerate or empathetic towards her cause when she's yelling at him. he slouches and knocks something off the table because he can. that felt good. maybe there's a method to her madness. ]

It's this place. This stupid—! [ auughhh!! look at him, using his words. ] Wonderland. It's Wonderland, Clarisse. I got turned into a girl earlier this week but it was me, I think. I wasn't.. I didn't see anyone else in my body. This is different.

[ yeah it'll be all the rage all over the 5th floor too.

she's about to grab herself, but she holds back, because she really doesn't want to mess up her own body, and percy beating the crap out of her? hell no, that's not going to happen. consider yourself lucky, jackson. ]

Right, because everything is always my fault. [ she's about to put on her best percy jackson imitation voice, except that, well, she has his voice. so, really, she just pitches it up and makes it sound even more obnoxious. ] Oh, Clarisse, we wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you. [ and back down to a more respectable pitch. ] Yeah? Well, screw you, Percy! Not everything is my fault, okay? [ is she admitting that some stuff is? maybe. does her voice waver for a split second before that screw you because maybe she actually has feelings? yeah, definitely. ] You've gotten us into your fair share of stupid crap just by being you.

[ way to abide by the truce, clarisse. but god percy really gets to her sometimes. and... he started it! maybe. she's not even really sure at this point who started what. but it doesn't matter now, they just need to figure out how to undo it.

she balls her fists against the table. deep breaths, clarisse, deep breaths. okay, you can do this, talk like a civilized person. ]

... You too, huh? [ ugghh ] This whole damn place is messed up. You better not do anything stupid while you're in my body, Seaweed Brain. I don't wanna come back to a head full of kelp.

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[ wow. he realizes the weight of his words and how crappy they sound afterwards but it's not like he can just pull them back in. they're out there. she heard them. man, she's right. he can be a jerk. it's a two-way street. she's mean to him too but he doesn't go easy on her. he doesn't pull his punches to be a better person with her and maybe it's that she's so much like Ares, or maybe that she's never put in the effort to be his friend. either thing really. ]

I didn't mean it like that. I didn't say everything was your fault. We both have opened our mouths or stuck our foot in something we shouldn't have, okay? I can admit it. I've done it. But we've both also gotten ourselves out of it, right? [ breathe. just breathe. don't go back at her. he bites onto his guilt for stooping to her bullying level. that'll make him behave. ] We can fix this.

[ so much for behaving. nobody gets to call him stupid but Annabeth! ]

Don't call me that. Do you think I'm getting anything out of this? I'm just praying to all the gods that I don't get my body back covered in tattoos and a buzzcut.

[ clarisse continues to glare at herself in percy's body. she's not sure she'll ever get used to that. it's not even like looking at yourself in the mirror (the mirrors here are freaky anyway); it's more like watching yourself in a video recording, except it's actually happening right now. at least this way she doesn't have to hate herself for looking fat on camera.

but that's the least of their worries. they still don't even know who did this or why or how to undo it. she takes a moment to collect herself before she tries talking to percy again. she takes a deep breath and practically snorts it out her nose like a bull about to charge. ]

Okay, fine. Let me know if you've got any bright ideas, cuz I've got nothin'.

[ she rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head. ]

Please, Percy, a buzzcut is so not my style. That's all Dad. Besides, where would I even find a tattoo parlor in Wonderland? [ but, see, you're giving her ideas, percy. ] But just in case I do, do you want a mermaid? Or maybe I should get "Property of Annabeth" tattooed on your butt.

[ it's hard to tell the way she's smirking at him if she's serious or not. she's definitely tempted. ]

My plan is— [ the very same thing she threatens to get tattooed on his rear end. ] My plan is letting Annabeth do the planning. Or some of it. I don't think she knows more about Wonderland than we do, but if anyone's going to hit the books, she's the one I most want taking notes with a highlighter. Between the rest of us, she's the one I think is least likely to fall asleep on a stack of books.

[ in the mean time, maybe they can find something to do in person because he can't sit around looking like her. ]

Anyway, have you met your dad? You two have more in common than you think. [ juuuuuuust saying. ] You get either one of those things put on my skin and you and I are going to have more problems than never being able to get along for more than ten minutes, no matter the cause.

[ well, that at least gets a shrug of agreement. she can't argue that annabeth is definitely the bookish one out of their little band of merry demigods. clarisse would rather use them as bludgeons than read them. ]

Don't call her wise girl for nothing. Just tell her not to take too long. I don't care if wisdom takes patience, I'm fresh out as of yesterday.

[ after being turned into a boy and waiting around to be turned back, then turned into a kid, then seeing her dad haunting her all over the place? yeah, no, she does not have the patience to put up with anymore of this crap.

it's the thing about her dad that almost sets her off again but she manages to restrain herself. she's only met him a couple of times, and all of their meetings have been brief. the most extended conversation they've had was way back on her quest, when he'd iris messaged her to tell her not to fuck it up. in person, though? he's less than talkative. she's lucky if she gets a pat on the back.

sure, he's not exactly father of the year, but, you know, she didn't go betraying a pantheon over it. she's a big girl; ares may not be good with small talk, but he's there for her when she really needs it. she kind of wishes he could throw her a bone here so she doesn't have to stay stuck in percy's dumb body. she folds her arms in front of her defensively. ]

Yeah, I've met him, and you don't know anything about him. [ she doesn't either, really, but that's not the point. she rolls her eyes at him again. she was never really considering the tattoo idea. tempted, but it was never a legit consideration. she at least respects percy enough not to modify his body while she's an unwilling guest in it. ] You really don't trust me, do you? I'm not going to get anything tattooed on you anywhere, jeez. It's called a joke, Percy.

[John's been hanging out in the water for a while. Swimming, especially with a dolphin(? whale?) tail is super fun and relaxing. Like flying, basically, but the rules are just different enough that he's having fun experimenting. And he will probably need to figure out how to blow smoke rings with his powers when this event is over because holy shit is it ever fun to do with his blowhole.

So when he hears somebody making what definitely sounds like a displeased noise, he can't help but swim over to see what they could possibly have against being an awesome ocean thing.]

Yo, what's up? What'd you turn into? Is it gross? I wanna see.

[ wow. someone that's more of a steamroller socially than he is. Percy doesn't seem to react to it, other than to try and pick apart is it gross? he has way too much experience with this place, if that's his first reaction. or maybe he's been out here in the water a lot longer than Percy. either one is likely. what he has against being an awesome ocean thing is that it feels like a cosmic joke that he's the butt of. ]

Define gross, but do it carefully. If there are actual mermaids out here somewhere, they might drown you depending on how you answer that. [ he goes under when he tries to show off his fin, not quite used to how to swim with a new limb yet. ]

[John snorts at the kid capsizing himself and reaches out to help him turn right-side up again. He hasn't tried talking underwater yet, so it's just easier to keep his head up where the air is.]

Nice fin. And yeah, I guess I don't know if there's actual mermaids around. But usually events aren't as heavy as this anyway. I mean, have you seen what happens at the gazebo? And the carnival I'm just avoiding because fuck that. Clowns live there.

[Pause.] Oh, I'm John, by the way.

[ he wants to say thanks but it's a) not his creation and b) he's still not 100% on board with being part-fish. ] I wouldn't count it out to be on the safe side.

[ not that he's about to dive under to see what's down there, not just yet. ]

No. Do I want to know? [ it's a gazebo! there has to be more than one of them here, right? like in that hedge maze or around in general. Wonderland's this huge place. he blinks at the language - wow okay, mouthy - but lets it go, deciding it's not that important in the grand scheme of things. ] Clowns aren't so bad. I'm more worried about the things behind the curtains that they don't want you to see. I haven't had a chance to explore everything yet. I literally just got here a few days ago. So.. the beach isn't always like this? [ give him some good news! ]

Good looking out, John. I'm Percy.

Oh, wow, that's some shitty timing. I promise this is just whatever event is happening, although. Uh. They usually happen every two weeks so I guess that isn't crazy comforting.

But still, in a week or so none of these weird places will be doing weird things to us, so that'll make it easier to get used to being here.

Oh, and the gazebo turns you into a chick, or vice versa. Depending on what you started with.

Not really, no, but that puts a time frame on it. If something weird happens in that span, I'll try to remember that it's not me losing my mind. [ John's nice and all for making an effort and he can see that right away. he's trying. he's pulling out all the stops or as many that are sliding off the top of his head but getting used to being here isn't acceptable.

not because he doesn't want to stay ( he does and he doesn't ) but that's not even a choice. if this were a multiple choice test, every bubble would have a line through it but the one that says: finish the quest. ] I'm not sure that's an option for me. A vacation with weird stuff's still a vacation but I haven't had one of those for a few years now.

[ say what now?]

This is me, all me. Well, except for the fin thing. And I so don't want to find out what girl-me looks like. Did that happen to you? Is that why you know?

[well clearly exploring his new home was a very good idea. Victor strolls close enough to the beach to see the merboy. He pauses, his eyes widening as he sees that tail. Urge to capture and study rising]

Are you, um... stuck?

Well, it's not every day you go for a swim and come up for air with a fin. [ not that he needs to resurface for air. it's habit, not necessity. he's been all the way to Poseidon's castle on the sea floor, all without oxygen tanks. ]

You could say I'm stuck on the concept, I guess.

[Victor draws a little closer to the fish boy, though not nearly close enough for the water to affect him. His eyes are sparking in fascination]

Ah, so the transformation came as a surprise to you. How does it feel? Did it hurt?

[ admittedly, his perception of weird is skewed, so he doesn't think twice about this doctor guy yet. ]

That's what I said, yeah. [ he shrugs but the effect's lost on the guy on the shore probably. the waves swallow it. ] Weird. I went from having two legs to just this one... thing. But no, it wasn't painful. It happened quick too.

You do realize that you could find this out on your own, right? [ he's pretty close to the water, after all. ]

[Victor draws a bit closer, though still not touching the water. His eyes dart from the boy to the ocean and back again. His mind pieces it together]

Yes, I could... I'll have to get some things first. Be right back.

[he has no idea if the water's power is a permanent thing or if it wears off, so he hurries to grab what he needs and comes back. He has a flask and a stopper. He gets even closer to the water]

Hm, now I wonder if touching it will cause the transformation, or if one has to be completely submerged...?

Not what I had in mind. [ it dies as it's born because this guy doesn't seem to interested in what he's saying, just in the situation. which is fine by him. he likes not being the center of attention during freak accidents. ] Your guess is as good as mine. I ran right in. Water doesn't make me shy.

But if you walked in, your feet would still be exposed even if you stood there. It might take longer but I bet it would have the same effect.

[he nods distractedly, peering at the ocean water in his vial. He knows of scientists who have used themselves as science experiments, but that was with their own mixes. This is something unknown, and the magic of it makes Victor uneasy]

I'll have to run some tests and see what I come up with.

And then what? You'll post your results? [ he hopes this guy is the sharing type but given his distance, he doubts his luck. there's a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him to hold his breath on that one. but who knows? maybe he's just a focused scientist. Annabeth gets tunnel vision to when she has a task in front of her that she has to dig into and crack. ]

I suppose I could write down my findings and share them.

[he sounds a bit reluctant. Would people take him seriously if he presented a paper on merpeople?]

I was hoping you'd find a way to reverse it and share that. [ and it's somewhat difficult to be.. a fish out of water when you don't have legs to get you there. that's his selfish point, yeah. he doesn't see a bright side to being beached. ]

I will. [he's confident, at least. Even cocky] And you'll be the first to be cured.

[ stay out of trouble, she said. percy, be careful, she said.

but that was a couple of hours ago and he hasn't answered her text messages. she shouldn't have to tell percy jackson how freaked out she gets when they're apart, shouldn't have to explain the way her chest tightens and she can't really breathe and she was here for two weeks, two weeks before he was. she's had enough of this, and while she was distracted and busy and he wandered off, it would be fine. he could keep in contact. he would tell her where he went.

and why she thought he'd actually do that, she has no idea.

so there goes the first text, and then the second, and by the third and fourth she's out walking - power walking. almost running. - looking around for that stupid head of brown hair and seagreen eyes and gods, she's going to kill him. she's going to murder him. and while she's more than just a little wary of every single new piece of architecture around (wary, but curious, and she watches them anyway because she wants to know how and why) she still can't find him.

there's a gazebo a little off in the distance, just far enough that she can feel safe from changing (again) when she cups her hands around her mouth. ]

Percy! Percy Jackson!

[ whoa whoa whoa!! it's not like he hadn't tried. how's a guy to know the difference between a regular gazebo and the gender altering one that John warned him about? w e l p. not by falling asleep in it, that's for sure. that's how you don't find out. a smarter person, an Annabeth-shaped person would have steered clear of any and all gazebos but his mind apparently doesn't work that way. he's way more efficient at acting. that's probably why he doesn't check his text messages until he's leaning against a tree, banging his head back against it and halfway finished with freaking out. only halfway. there's a lot more screaming to do. later.

he's checking the first one around the time he recognizes there are three more to get through. oh gods. he is Percy Jackson On A Stick. On A Pike! except he's not really Percy Jackson right now, is he? he's not even a guy! how's he going to explain this to—?

she found him and there's nowhere to run, so he's begrudgingly stepping out from behind a tree with his eyes closed. he doesn't want to see her reaction. she's not going to believe him. she's probably going to attack him—her?-for lying, for trying to impersonate her boyfriend and aughhh, this week is so messed up! ] I'm right here.

Remember how you said to stay out of trouble? I, uh. I kind of messed that up.

[ that's why they have each other, isn't it? to fill those necessary places in each other. percy acts, annabeth thinks, and while she would argue that nine times out of ten they should always be thinking, percy's tendency to figure things out and get things done kind of questions that. or questions just how stubborn annabeth is willing to be.

but this? this is one of those times that thinking works. or would have worked. if a certain someone had listened. and the fact he didn't, and the fact he decided not to check those messages, no matter how distracted he might be, is just reason enough for some fish kebab. so yes, he's dead. totally dead. except for him to be dead she has to find him first, which is half the reason she's so frustrated and angry and oh my gods percy jackson if you disappeared on me again-

then there's the voice, and annabeth whips around to see a girl walkings towards her. annabeth's arms fall to her sides, but are still tense. she's still on her toes because of this place, this week, and seeing someone walking towards her with their eyes closed? definitely not what she is expecting to find. even if she shoud be expecting anything at this point. ]

Sorry, I don't- [ wait. wait. annabeth narrows her eyes a little to get a better look at the girl approaching her, trying to figure out that familiar feeling in her gut. why does this girl look familiar? why is she answering when annabeth calls for percy? why is she's talking...

oh no. oh no no no. ]

You're joking. [ because mermen? she could do. maybe. ignoring the irony that followed along with it. but seriously? seriously? ] Percy?

It's me. [ his eyes are open now and they're basically the same color, deep as the ocean. he doesn't know how to explain this because he can't. he's never seen this before or experienced it. Percy's starting to think he misses being a guinea pig at this point. back then things were so much more simple. ] I haven't been sleeping well, so I sat down. I sat down for a minute or two, at least that's what I thought was going to happen. I didn't realize how tired I was until I opened my eyes. I must have nodded off.

And now. [ no no no no no. he's shaking his head and laughing, slightly hysterical but also humored by his life. the huge joke that it sometimes is. ] Now I'm stuck for this for who knows how long.

[ her eyes, his eyes, whoever's eyes are open and they are percy's. the same color, the same look, the same everything that annabeth has gotten so used to seeing and has decided she wants to stay used to seeing every day of her life. that part is percy, undeniably so, but the rest?

it's so close, but not quite there... ] Where? In the gazebo? [ her eyes turn up to the piece of architecture in question, glaring like maybe out of pure force of will it'll change her boyfriend back to...a boy. when it doesn't happen, she's turning back, seeing him (for the sake of her sanity) start to laugh - a percy thing to do, really - and annabeth just kind of exhales.

he could be a guinea pig. it could always be worse. ] At least you're okay. An idiot, but okay.

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get out

never u kno u love me

Merman!

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forever late

20th

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i'm sorry this is so late!

no worries

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that moment when I want to tag ALL OF THEM but for now we'll start with some girls

we can always handwave things too! just let me know

but what if i want to play ALL OF THEM what if

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