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entrancelogs2014-03-20 11:15 pm
ripstides) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-20 11:15 pm
( 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!
( MARCH 21st-23rd: GENDERBENDING ) replies will come fromundercurrents
[ 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. ]
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!
( MARCH 21st-23rd: GENDERBENDING ) replies will come from
undercurrents[ 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. ]
but what if i want to play ALL OF THEM what if
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?
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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.
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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.