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[ alright so, for the record, this pool looks a little bit different (only slightly) than the one that's been in the light of a lot of morbid and mourning focus and he doesn't mean to throw that in anyone's face. it's a different pool but that might not matter to some passengers. still, there's a flash of 007 on the wall somewhere. he's just. he's homesick and water helps.

he'd been telling himself that it didn't matter; missing home, missing his mom, his friends- Annabeth. it does and it doesn't at the same time. today's more of a drag than the rest because it's his birthday and coincidentally, also his anniversary.

this is an attempt at cheering himself up.

anyway, the feed's on because he's a moron and he went to say something to the network, thought he closed it (but he must have missed) when he threw it down on top of his bag. it's sort of a mistake because he has no way of knowing if that piece of technology is waterproof and it's more convenient than he gives it credit for, so it'd suck if something happened. but yes, there's the traditional and predictable sound of a canonball.

whether he surfaces or not remains to be seen, at least until what looks like a contained hurricane kicks up. waves and harsh wind and water everywhere, whipping around. a controlled hazard. even if it's only for five minutes and it drains him, he wants to feel like the ocean's attainable. some part of home is happening even if it reeks like chlorine. it's still a huge pool and it's still water, he's not going to pretend he can choose when he's a beggar. somewhere in this, water manages to knock the device from his bag, sliding until it's tilted and it'd have to be obvious he's the source since he's at the center of the mess.

it starts to recede, slow to a steady spiral, to waves as he swims to the side of the floor he jumped in from. Percy's crossing his arms on the edge, ready to breathe and think for a second when he catches onto the blinking red light and his lips thin out. w e l p. he hasn't told many people of his powers, although, the people he went into the maze with probably saw for themselves already. ] On the plus side, I'm taking the red light to mean it's not water damaged. But I swore I shut that off.

[ an apology, if you squint. a w k w a r d. ] I was going to ask t his later when I was done here but since I'm broadcasting already, guess I'm going to throw it out there. What's a guy gotta trade in order to get a blue cake in a relatively soon, like today manner? Do we even have food coloring here?

I'd pretty much settle for any kind of blue food, since I'm already familiar with how much our variety sucks in space. I'd raid the kitchen on my floor but I don't think anyone wants me to burn it down.

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I could try and make food coloring. The downside is it might kill you.

[Libby is vaguely entertained by the fact he's swimming because...she's a terrible person, yes, but also because she's noticed how everyone seems to be swarming over that fucking pool like a bunch of vultures and even she thinks it's disrespectful. She thinks of Chase, the poor kid guarding his damn door, and--she hopes that someone tries to get bitchy about him swimming like a normal person and gets their asses kicked.

It's almost a generous thought. She smiles at the camera, face bare of make-up and hair free of blue.]

Nice water show. Do you do requests?

You only live once. Why not?

[ he's not sardonic enough to mean that. the smile edging up says so. he shrugs, kind of dismissive, and he only notices that she doesn't have blue streaks in her hair because it's the kind of thing that set her apart. she looks good, she looks healthy. she's not drunk (he thinks) or coated in blood, which is the most any person can ask for. ]

What do I look like, a dolphin? [ do not answer that, Libby. ] Still, for a friend? You might be able to twist my wrist, if you were being serious.

[Libby has learned being set apart, being noticed, is bad. She knew that already, in a way, but belfore when her differences were impossible to deny she had to flaunt them. Now she's going to be good. Be clean-faced and blonde and uncomplicated and hate it every second, but it's safer to be pretty and unassuming than different and defiant.

But she's not bleeding or drunk (just a little buzzed), she's not spitting invective, she's not under all the pressure she guesses Percy knows all about as a sea creature. So sacrifice a little liberty for security. So what.]

Uh, you do look like a dolphin? Or a naiad or something. Whatev--can you like, make me? Water me. That'd be rad. And I promise to test that food on somebody stupid first.