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i don't care what you think as long as it's about me

Who: Clarisse La Rue and YOU TOO!
Where: The gazebo, the carnival, the 5th Floor, and anywhere else you want it to be!
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG13 just to keep it safe. Clarisse has a mouth.
Summary: She always wanted to be a boy, right? Also daddy issues! And a flood?!
The Story:

① BUT GIRLS DO IT BETTER | MARCH 20-21

[ being a daughter of ares is hard. ares embodies masculinity. clarisse has always been under extreme scrutiny just for being a girl. she's always had to prove herself ten times more than her brothers, and she's the first daughter of ares to actually prove anything in a long time. she doesn't even know the names of her sisters, just that they exist. somewhere. what have they accomplished? she couldn't tell you. and that makes her angry.

sure, she's happy to represent the whole female clan of ares children, but it makes her mad that she never had a female rolemodel to look up to. someone that understands her point of view. none of her brothers really get it. they have it easy. she never has. praise is hard to come by for children of ares, but even harder for daughters. clarisse is still fighting for her father's approval. (or so she thinks.)

to be honest, she should be glad she's suddenly a boy. but, really? it just makes her mad. it feels like cheating. how is she supposed to prove herself as a daughter of ares in a boy's body? so, of course, she fumes and takes out her frustration on the gazebo, giving one of the columns by the stairs a swift roundhouse kick. it cracks under the force of her foot. sorry, bill. ]

TURN ME BACK, GODDAMMIT!

② A TERRIFYING AND IMPOSING FIGURE | MARCH 22-23

[ clarisse has never actually been to a carnival. she didn't get to do a lot of normal fun mortal things when she was a kid. "unresolved anger issues," her mom said. she got grounded a lot, to say the least. not that that solved any of her behavioral issues. it's just in her nature to pick fights. anyway, when does a carnival ever come to phoenix? it's too damn hot to live there half the time. another reason clarisse prefers being a year-rounder, getting away from the blistering heat of phoenix, arizona.

the bright lights and the rides catch her attention; her curiosity gets the best of her, honestly. but what she expects to be a fun visit to a carnival turns into something out of her nightmares. she's about to play one of those shooting games — point, aim, sh —

she nearly jumps out of her skin, completely missing her target. no, she didn't just... she turns her head stiffly, frowning with wide eyes. nothing. of course there's nothing there. her dad wouldn't be here. couldn't be... could he?

she shakes her head, steels herself, tries again. it's just a stupid carnival game. even if it is rigged, she's shot harder targets and never missed. she takes a deep breath. ]

Better keep your eyes peeled, Dad.

[ she aims again and just out of the corner of her eye she can see her dad, the god of war. fine, wonderland, if this is how you want her to prove herself, she will. she wills her hands to stop shaking and shoots. ]

③ PERSEUS MAXIMUS | MARCH 24

[ clarisse figured maybe the magic closet in her room would give her her body back. but no. it doesn't. she's still stuck in percy's stupid body with his stupid face and his stupid everything and she just wants to go back to being a girl and in her own body.

she storms back into the hall. like. literally. tartarus hath no fury.

she feels a weird tugging in her gut and she can hear something rumble from down the hall, like every pipe on the whole floor is bursting.

and, well, actually. they are.

she growls and punches the wall next to her, creating a fist-sized crater in it. a few seconds later, she hears it.

the very distinct WHOOOOOSH of hundreds of gallons of water rushing down the hall, flooding the whole floor.

]

Oh, shit—

[ a wave rounds a corner and hits her full on, knocking her flat on the ground. if she knew how to control percy's abilities at all maybe she wouldn't be sitting on her ass in the hallway soaking wet. but there she is, look unhappy as ever, soaking wet and still stuck in percy jackson's body, vowing revenge. ]

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[Obviously, he had to check out the carnival at some point. It's been years since he's been to a carnival of any kind, and... Well, come in, it looked pretty damn fun. Horrible games, loads of rides, maybe even some cotton candy... Yeah, he's totally investigating this thing purely out of curiosity at why Wonderland put it here. Yep. That's it.

While strolling through, taking it all in, Wash eventually comes to notice a familiar figure up ahead. One he's only seen on video, but he's pretty sure it's her. Clarisse, the girl who'd totally understood soldiering unlike just about every other person he's come across in Wonderland. Well, maybe he'll go say hi!

While she's at the shooting game, he begins his approach, slowly so as not to startle her or ruin her shot. A smile slides across his mouth, though it's hidden because of course he's wearing his helmet out here, and he raises a tentative hand in a wave.]

Hey. Clarisse...? [It comes out as a question because he's just trying to make sure that's her name. But then he notices she seems...almost spooked? Pausing, he looks her over, now wearing a concerned frown.] Hey. ...Are you okay?

[ a bell rings as clarisse strikes her target, but it isn't the bell that startles her, or the figure that still lingers in the corner of her eye, but the voice that comes from beside her. she recognizes it, yes, but she wasn't expecting him, and she'd been so caught up in the game she didn't notice him approach. she jumps, turning on him with the carnival gun pointed straight at his head. not that it would do any good 1) because it's a fake gun, but 2) he's still wearing his helmet, even out here. ]

Oh, for the love of Ares.

[ she sounds exasperated, but she visibly relaxes her position, lowering her non-lethal carnival weapon. ]

You're lucky I didn't introduce the butt of this rifle to your face.

[When she whips around on him, Wash springs back a step, his arms raising in an instinctive reaction to having a gun aimed at him while he's got no weapon of his own. Even if it's a toy gun that can't do anything. Instinct, man.]

Sorry! [The apology spills out of his mouth quickly, considering he's just done what he was trying to avoid in startling her. He'd hoped she might have heard him approach, or something.]

I didn't mean to surprise you. I thought that-- ...Well, nevermind. Sorry, my mistake.

[He lowers his arms, now that his own little shock is over. And yeah, he is pretty glad she didn't slam the rifle into his face. Even with the helmet on, that would hurt, he's sure she's got the strength to make it so.]

[ clarisse shrugs off his apology. he doesn't really have anything to apologize for, he just startled her, is all. she's done playing this stupid game, anyway. she tosses the rifle over the counter, not really caring where it ends up. ]

It's cool, soldier, relax.

[ there's that tone again, that authoritative one, despite her use of the word "cool" instead of something more... formal. he might even notice she's standing a little bit straighter than usual despite her attempt to relax her position. her eyes dart to the side for a second and she frowns when she can't seem to make direct eye contact with whatever is haunting her. ]

You didn't happen to see a big guy with a crew cut in a leather jacket wearing red-tinted sunglasses... did you?

[ she knows that probably sounds crazy, but she feels like she's going a little bit crazy right now. it'd be nice to know she isn't alone. ]

[Even if all he did was startle her, he feels he need to apologize. Considering he'd been trying to avoid startling her, and all.

Her tone makes him straighten in his stance, too. He automatically responds to authority and, apparently, even authoritative voices, so even if she's telling him to relax, he sort of does anything but. He'll take some time later to feel ridiculous over responding this way to the voice of a teenager.

Eyes on her, Wash watches Clarisse curiously as she seems...almost unsettled. And not by him. Blinking, he glances off to the side where she was just looking and gives his head a shake.]

No, sorry. Why, are you looking for him?

[Not catching sight of whatever it is she'd just been looking at, his gaze drifts back to her, intrigued.]

[ of course she notices the way he responds to her authority, and normally it would make her smile, but she's still too on edge for it to really make her proud. he says he hasn't seen her dad, either, so... that concerns her even more. maybe she is going crazy. ]

No, I...

[ she hesitates, not sure if she wants to admit what's going on here, that she's probably hallucinating her dad because she still feels like the inadequate daughter he thought she was back on the uss birmingham. her quest to the sea of monsters happened so long ago, but despite the fact that she succeeded and then years later succeeded in slaying one of the mightiest drakons, she still feels like that isn't enough. she feels like she's disappointing him even now, just by being in wonderland. ]

It's my dad.

[The response is... Okay, actually, he's not sure. Her answer has next to nothing to do with what he actually asked, considering he'd only asked if she was looking for this guy. She says no, but then goes on to say it's her dad... It doesn't make much sense. At all. If she's not looking for him, why is she asking about him?]

Your dad?

[Frowning now, he peers down at her, concerned. Is this place having some sort of effect on people like the other new areas? But even if it is... What does her dad have to do with anything? He's completely lost, and she's not giving him much to work with.]

What about him?

[ clarisse looks hesitant, but eventually just gives in and sighs. she hasn't known wash that long, but she feels like she can trust a fellow soldier. ]

I don't know, he's just... here. Or not here. I'm not really sure. It's like he's watching me, but every time I turn to look, he's gone. I'm pretty sure Wonderland's just messing with me, because...

[ she stops there, trailing off, not sure if she wants to say "because he's a god and they're basically untouchable." yeah, maybe not... ]

There's just no way he could be here. Actually be here.

[As long as it's temporary - hell. So far having things done to him has been fun. Being a mermaid especially, being a teenager less so but with Abby living in his room it's easier as an adult. Being an adult.

The water slams him down hard, carries him a few feet and leaves him gasping and sputtering.]

What the hell!?

[ clarisse can be found picking herself up in a huff a little bit down the hall, entirely unhappy with the fact that she is now dripping wet. she is going to kill percy jackson whenever she gets out of his body. ]

It's Percy's fault!

[ which sounds extremely odd coming from percy's voice. ]

Who's Percy?!

[Lindsey spits] It tastes like sea water!

He's Percy! [ pointing to the body she now occupies, but she realizes that probably doesn't make much sense, so ] I'm Percy, whatever! This body is Percy's! And it's his fault!

[ she growls and throws her hands up in the air in frustration. ]

I don't know how to use his stupid powers but I'm stuck in his stupid body!

...You're stuck? That means he's dressed as you isn't it?

[Lindsey stands, shaking his arms]

...Couldn't you find him?

Yes, that's what it means! Do I have to spell it out for you?!

[ she kind of did. already. ]

Oh, sure, I could, but it wouldn't be much use until we figure out how to switch back. That's what I was trying to do, but the closets aren't that magic, apparently.

[ There has been way, way, way too much water in the mansion in the past few days, and after being a mermaid, Leo is ready to stay on dry land for as long as humanly possible. So he figures a nice, safe walk through the fifth floor to get some food won't be too bad.

And of course, he's so, so wrong.

There's a loud, kind of girl squawk as Leo Valdez gets knocked over by a wave of water and nearly drowns. Ok, not really, but still, it was a crisis. He gets up and scrambles down the hall and spots Percy, and--isn't Percy supposed to be some total bad boy with his powers? Blowing a soaking wet curl out of his face, Leo mops his hair out of the way and crawls across on his hand and knees, staring at Percy and bemoaning-- ] Duude, are you having some performance issues?

[ having an unfamiliar face with an unfamiliar (but decidedly annoying) voice ask her if she's having performance issues does not put clarisse in a better mood. in fact, it does the opposite. percy's face has probably never looked this terrifyingly angry before. ]

Does it look like I'm Percy?!

[ to which she quickly amends— ]

Don't answer that. [ because, yes, actually, that's the whole problem: looking like percy. ] Percy isn't home right now.

[ it doesn't take a rocket scientist ( what's with that expression anyway? ) to pinpoint a rush of water of that caliber and figure out what it means. uh oh! he's been so worried about getting their bodies back and trying to see if anyone on the network knows a cure because if they did, they'd broadcast it. or maybe Annabeth can fix this. she's the smartest person he knows, so it makes sense to find her. multi-tasking, go!

but when there's water dripping down the walls from above, yeah, there are some problems with that mindset.

he promptly books it tries not to slip on the soggy or slippery staircase, depending on what it looks like today, until he makes it up to the source and the entirely drenched floor. Percy winces in her body, which probably looks beyond weird but then again, that murderous look from his own body is pretty far-fetched. ] Yeaaah, about that. I should have warned you about that. Anything you forgot to mention while I'm up here? [ yes, he's prepared to dodge. ]

[ luckily for him, the fact that he's still in her body is the only thing preventing her from throwing a punch at him. that, and maybe the truce, but mostly the other thing. she doesn't want anyone being witness to her body getting beat up by some scrawny kid.

she picks herself up and glares daggers at him. if looks could kill, this one definitely would. she's dripping wet from head to toe and her boots make a squishing noise against the wet carpet as she storms over to percy. ]

"I should have warned you about that." Yeah, no shit, Percy, but it's a little too late for that! [ the noise she makes in the back of her throat is almost feral and she peels off the ugly hawaiian shirt she's wearing and tosses it at his face. ] Anything I forgot to mention? Oh, I don't know, seen any dead Confederates lately? Oh, right, I forgot, you have to pray to Ares for that to happen. I can't just summon huge tidal waves with my mind.

[ the problem is, is that this is still Clarisse under the mask that looks like him and he isn't intimidated by her. truthfully, he's not sure he can fight off himself if she learns to harness her ( his ) powers. but he has to hope that she's as willing to harm her own body as he is to lay into his own. it doesn't mean he won't defend himself if she strikes, he just doesn't like his odds. plus, eventually those aches and pains are going to return to him like a gift with no receipt. ]

I'm sorry, okay? [ dodging ugly hawaiin shirts, give him a moment. ] I was trying to talk to Annabeth. I thought if anyone could put us back to how we're supposed to be, it'd be her. [ strategy is kind of her thing. ]

It's not just your mind. I know this sucks and you're soaking wet and this entire floor looks ruined [ not helping, Percy, find the bright side ] but you have to calm down. It's not always thinking about doing something that triggers my powers. Back in the beginning when I was still learning.. [ eehh, he kind of sort of disturbed a titan's nap. ] It wasn't good, alright? If you keep panicking, it's only going to get worse.

[ clarisse inhales sharply, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her fists at her sides as she tries to calm down. she's still infuriated, but percy has a point. if her punching a wall flooded the whole fifth floor, she doesn't want to know what could happen if she really gets angry.

she exhales the breath she'd been holding and slowly opens her eyes, her gaze boring into her own skull. ]

Alright, fine, I'm calm. Anything else you'd like to share with the class, Percy?

Yeah, watch out for earthquakes. [ they don't call his father earth-shaker and storm-bringer for nothing. ] Most of the time, it's easy, okay? No big deal. Just try not to channel all of your emotions into one thought, or else you'll have more than a flood on your hands. And [ he's frowning, pensive, immensely concerned with revealing one weakness ] you won't always need a water source. You can pull the water from inside of you, Clarisse, but if you can't stop it.. you could die.

I almost did.

[ rather than gloat in the revelation of one of percy's biggest weaknesses, clarisse just. stares at him. the fact that he's concerned enough to even tell her instead of just wait until she nearly kills herself in his body is enough to shock her into a momentary silence. it's a little disturbing, even, to think you could pull the water from your own body. it certainly has her trying to approach this situation with a little less ares flare than she had before, though she refuses to feel sympathy for him. so he almost died, big deal. demigods almost die all the time. it's not like she really cares. ]

Look, even your stupid water powers couldn't get rid of me that easily. [ you of all people should know she's a resilient motherfucker. ] I'll be fine. [ she almost adds a thanks onto the end of that — for the concern, for the warning — but quickly dismisses the thought with an exasperated sigh. ] Did Annabeth happen to know anything helpful about all of this?

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