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{ VIDEO } ♆ 002
[ 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.
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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