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WHO: Percy Jackson + OPEN!
WHERE: Heropa & De Chima
WHEN: April catch-all so throughout the month.
WHAT: Percy's trying his hand at this whole "Settling In" thing.
WARNINGS: Sass? Language, probably, just not from him. Will mark accordingly as they crop up.

ONE | do you know that you just blue my mind?

[ working at the community pool in de chima is pretty okay. honestly, he thinks it’s the kind of work he could do in his sleep. ...not that he’s napping while kids have on their training floaties, or rebellious teenagers are ignoring the rule about not swimming for x amount of time after eating. ( don’t tell me what to do, mom, maybe i like stomach cramps. or whatever it is. maybe they turn into evil gremlins. eugh. those poor parents. )

he’s basically chilling in swim trunks, a plain white t-shirt and sunglasses. when percy isn’t sitting on ~~his throne~~ a chair overlooking the entire swimming pool, he’s either giving out pro tips to locals on a swim team, or trying to make kids laugh at his dumb jokes. ]

TWO | it was the perfect conversation i think that i red about one time

[ on any given day, percy’s trying to do at least three things at once ( unless he’s napping and then it’s dreamtown straight on til morning ). part of that’s ❝adhd❞, or battle instincts, but really it boils down to being a part of the whole demigod package. even to someone as quick on his feet and as great as improvising as he is, it’s a bad plan to try juggling his device, an iced tea, and a delicious churro.

thinking ahead isn’t exactly his strong suit.

behold: a genius turning a corner, trying to text his girlfriend back while somehow also biting into cinnamon and sugar-coated amazingness. it’s not actually a surprise that he crashes into someone. he loses his grip on his beverage first because of course he tries to get a better grip and squeezes it too hard, popping the lid off of the cheap plastic cup in the process. his snack goes flying too, probably smacks someone else square in the forehead. his thoughts are more like churro, down!! with his eyes as wide as saucers and his heart sinking at the tragic loss.

he thrusts his now empty palm out in a matter of seconds, facing outward. he’s essentially making the universal sign for STOP. thankfully, the iced tea’s mostly composed of water, which means he has the power to stop it in its tracks, mid-air, hovering over their heads. ] Whew. That was a close one.

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@ FAUXHALLA | and i told a white lie when i told you i've never been green with envy

[ crunch, crunch, crunch. some people enjoy the screeching sound of your typical alarm clock. some people are not clarisse. some people aren’t hogging the couch in a public living space. so percy stands a few feet from the couch, bowl of cereal in hand, chewing louder than necessary. he’s not a fan of open-mouthed eating. it’s totally an ares’ trait! he’s trying to make her feel at home. right, yeah. that’s precisely the aim here.

percy’s being considerate. sure. ]

So… [ chomp. he’s lucky annabeth isn’t nearby because she’d probably throw a book at him. ] Do you, like, live here now?

[ there’s definitely an or in his voice, hanging in there, but he’s smart enough not to utter it out loud. or maybe he has zero self-preservation and the only thing stopping him is the decorative zombie standing nearby, not doing much of anything, waiting for orders. it's very... well, it's something. ] And what about him? Is he staying with us? Does he talk, or is he just your walking coat rack?

Is he supposed to eat flies? [ b...e...cause he swears one just flew into that zombie's mouth. oh. okay. cool. ]

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( having not had to interact with percy for a few months before all this, she may have temporarily forgotten how obnoxious he can be. but at least at camp, she never had to deal with him interrupting her naps. do you really want to poke the sleeping bear, percy.

she groans and rolls over, chucking the book she was using as a pillow prop in some vague direction she hopes is the general vicinity of percy jackson and his irritating voice. the book also happens to be the art of war, because it's the only book clarisse would ever actually attempt to read. or sleep on. annabeth isn't the only one who can throw books. )

Jethro, kindly tell Jackson to shut the fuck up.

( jethro shifts his stance to something closer to attention. ) Mr. Jackson, the General requests that you would kindly cease that awful yammering, if you don't mind.

( and in true clarisse fashion, she's answered exactly none of his questions. )

[ signs of life! so what if those signs happen to be a book thudding into his shin? better that than knocking the bowl out of his hands and sending its contents scattering all over the floor. nobody wants to cry over spilled milk. it's not until after it thuds down that he tilts his head to read the title. figures. even a sleeping soldier wants to study war although he thinks using it as a pillow isn't the best way to get at the material.

he scoffs, clearly able to hear clarisse without her barking orders around. ]

If I don't mind. [ he repeats, dead eyeing "jethro." ] I like him. He's got people skills. Manners don't come from Ares. [ this, from the guy that's drinking the milk directly from the bowl in an annoying fashion. ]

( if they were younger, maybe clarisse's next reaction might be to kick him swiftly in the shins, but she's done some growing up, and honestly that's a lot of energy she doesn't want to expend on percy right now. she's picking her battles and all that. doesn't mean she still doesn't want to punch him, but there aren't any fists flying yet.

she rolls back over to glare at him, sitting halfway up on her elbow. )

I'm being perfectly fucking polite by not punching you right now. You have ten seconds to tell me what you want before I sick Jethro on you.

( jethro gives him a steely look, like he might enjoy the prospect of a fight. )

[ percy tries not to think about their lineage because the whole family tree is just Weird, but their relationship is weird because they are family, and not just because some promiscuous gods couldn't keep it in their pants. he feels comfortable enough to pester her without being in actual fear of her hulk smashing him. he won't say so but he's pretty positive she won't maim him permanently.

he ditches his cereal bowl on the nearest surface, then glances over at jethro as though he's trying to find the bluff in there. his gaze flicks back over to clarisse with the slightest narrow of his eyes. ] You wouldn't.

We'd trash this whole place, probably end up outside, and I'm not a fan of this one, but someone ( and I'm not naming names ) might end up revisiting a toilet with their face. [ ...she would but he's hopeful. ] Plus, I already asked you a bunch of questions and you didn't answer any of them.

( clarisse's face remains steely, a poker face to win championships. )

I would. ( she wouldn't, but that's not the point. sometimes it's just nice to know she can still instill him with a little uncertainty — she wouldn't say fear, exactly, because they're not twelve anymore and it's hard to intimidate someone who did almost drown you. she's still not over that, as is evidenced by the scowl when he brings it up. )

You break the plumbing, you pay for it. ( she's entirely innocent in this matter! percy undeniably started it this time. anyway. ) You got a problem with me crashing here?

( wrong person to ask, but whatever. she doesn't actually care if anyone has a problem with it. it beats living with a bunch of strangers that have zero relation to her, and it feels vaguely like home so. she's not going anywhere, sorry not sorry. )

[ clarisse inspires fear. they two of them involved in a showdown won't end great for either of them. percy likes to think she isn't all violence all the time. she's a child of a war god, sure, but there are other sides to her. he's witnessed an emotional side of her - the one that cared about her friends, the girl that just wanted to mean something to her father. he can relate to both of those. if she hits him, she's bringing the hurt and there's no evading that. he's hoping he can get through to her. ]

Hard pass. [ hard to argue the logic of you break it, you buy it. his frown is instantaneous like he can't believe she's asking that in the first place. yeah, they clash, and yeah, he can be as annoying as she is, but- ]

No. No, I don't have a problem with you staying here. [ when is she going to get it through her head that they aren't enemies? sure, he's irritating her on purpose, but it's more playful than malicious. ] I wouldn't want you to go anywhere else. Like, permanently. Sometimes, I wouldn't mind if you went for a walk, or didn't eat my pringles, or- [ ha.........ha, look at that steely face. right, ahem. ] Wow, getting off topic there.

I just. I'm surprised. That you want to be here. On the couch. Maybe there's a magical way to add another room. Or we could try and build one. We could ask Magnus.

( as frustrating as percy is 99% of the time, clarisse can't entirely deny that she appreciates ... whatever tenuous friendship they have. percy's had her back on more than one occasion, and she can respect that, even if half the time she'd rather just push him out a window or off a lava climbing wall and call it a day. the fact that she doesn't immediately jump to violence speaks louder than anything she might actually say.

her silence maybe does, too. there's a lack of insults or profanity that follows that particularly mushy set of statements from percy, most of which clarisse is choosing to ignore. sure, they've known each other for a long time now, and are friends in possibly the loosest sense of the word, so she really shouldn't be surprised at his ... sentiments, it's just — she is. maybe she always will be. friends aren't things she's good at keeping, or acknowledging she has. it's always been easier to assume everyone's against her (and she certainly gives most people a reason to be) or just doesn't care in a way that actually matters. )

We're not asking Magnus. ( even if it's technically his treehouse. whatever. also, ew, stop using we. ) Annabeth probably knows this place better than he does.

[ clarisse is tough — tough as nails, tough to like, and tough to get to know — and she likes it that way; she doesn’t want to be seen as anything else. percy gets why ( it’s in her blood, for one thing ) but he’s also the guy that thinks having a big heart is a strength. he’s never going to see it as a weakness, no many how many monsters, titans, gods, or giants threaten his friends. he isn’t strong without them and that is what it is. the truth is that clarisse was with them in the battle of manhattan when it mattered, just as she’s always been there to count on. and percy won’t forget that.

( he hopes. calypso, nico, bob. he can’t forget that. )

he tries not to smile when clarisse doesn’t lash out at him. he doesn’t want to push his luck, or wake up to an ares-charged prank. but it means something to him that she’s safe, and happy, and that even though they’re all stuck here, it doesn’t have to be isolating. ]

Architecturally? Yeah. Probably. [ there’s magic in the place, he thinks, in the same way it had been at camp half blood, protecting the grounds. ] But it’s still his home. I might not know him as well as Annabeth does. I can still vouch for him. He's not going to tell you to hit the road, if that's what you're worried about. [ he suspects it's more about being open with someone she barely knows, not that she's afraid of magnus telling her pack her bags. ]

( clarisse just rolls her eyes and gets up from the couch, making her way past jethro into the kitchen. she could probably have just told him to look for whatever it is she wants, but it's mostly about putting space between herself and percy for the moment. there are too many warm fuzzies attempting to burrow between them, and she just can't have that, to be honest. she has a reputation of not caring to hold up. )

I'm not worried about anything. ( she says to the fridge more than to percy, and there's a conviction to her voice that is almost believable. is she worried magnus might grow some balls and tell her to pack her shit? not really. but there is still this sense that she doesn't quite belong here, that she isn't quite welcome, even though she's sure none of them would ever say it to her face.

gods, she wishes there were beer in here. she'd gotten used it always being in the fridge at the frat house, she tends to forget normal people, and demigods especially, probably, don't just stock their fridge with it. a shame, really. she slams the fridge door maybe a little too hard and leans against the kitchen counter. begrudgingly, she asks: )

You wanna get out of here for a while? ( since he's woken her up and everything, thanks! now she's bored, and there's nothing entertaining here except maybe beating percy up, but they've already sort of silently agreed to a truce, so they may as well ... do something else. somewhere else. just in case she changes her mind and wants to throw percy through a wall. you know, recreational hazards. )

[ he doesn't trail after her right away. call it survival instincts, or simply having known her for too many years. he gives her some breathing room while she searches the kitchen for whatever it is she's looking for. breakfast, a distraction, a rotten tomato ( because she's had a change of heart and now wants to pelt him ). percy bends down to scoop the art of war off the rug and sets it down on the nearest cushion, in case she actually decides she wants to revisit it.

only then does he enter the kitchen, but it isn't to crowd her. as much as he wants to push until something gives, he figures the sound of the fridge door slamming is enough to prevent him from doing so. maybe this is it. this is as close as the two of them can be - standing in the same room together, not killing each other, but not exactly bonding either. he doesn't know if he's resigned to that, if he can. he rinses his empty bowl out pensively, probably staring at the inside of the sink a little too hard when she speaks up. when he shuts the faucet off and reaches for a dish towel to dry his hands, he's facing clarisse again. ]

Like... together? The two of us. You and I. [ he gestures between them with one finger, knowing what she means, but somehow needing to hear it out loud. not because he's messing with her but because he genuinely cannot believe what he's hearing. you know what, nevermind. ]

Yeah, [ he answers quickly in an attempt to cut her off. ] Where do you want to go?

[Maybe he had noticed the extremely tall, thin, blue-haired, red eyed teenager entering during a public day with a giant bag and going right into the changing rooms.

A while later, a black-haired, red eye very pale skinned teenager had come out to take a swim. Eikichi's hair was still nothing more than colored applied (he might try getting permanent hair color soon, but wanted to wait a little longer) and the caked makeup was gone, making him look almost human. The swimming trunks left little to the imagination, and he quickly jumped into the deeper end of the pool while the swimming team was on the other side, staying there for a while by himself.

His movements were minimal, but it almost looked like he was effortlessly floating there. It was a good way for him to relax.]

[ blue hair sticks out and not solely because the color's special to him. the change doesn't stick with him, if only because he's got his eyes on people actually in the pool. it'd be something he noticed if he knew the stranger though. it's pretty clear that percy isn't old enough to be a coach, so he lets the swim team do their own thing and ignores his homesickness. whatever's happening there, it isn't his team.

he does the usual rounds, not quite pacing, but walking around the and making sure there isn't anyone he's missed under water. eventually, he ends up near the guy with red eyes. that's.. cool? weird? ( what's weird anymore? ) peculiar, maybe. ] Man, all you need is a lazy river and you're all set.

[His train of thought (about what he'd need to do later today) interrupted, Eikichi looks upwards from his floating before swimming over to the pool's edge visibly confused. ]

What's a lazy river?

[Is that some sort of American slang for a tube or a floating device.]

Like at a water park? [ ringing any bells? hm, probably not. percy doesn't quite sigh but it's the feels, man. trying to make a reference that goes over someone's head usually sucks. it's okay, though, he recovers quickly and moves on. ] It's like a giant pool designed like a river with a current of its own that drags you along down the stream. Lazily.

[ To give Percy some credit, he wasn't the only distracted one on the streets that afternoon. Like the disinterested commuter he's become, Lester tends to utilize clunky, ridiculous over-ear headphones as he's walking between work and home. Of course, he's jamming a little too hard to his current tune, humming along with it a little until - until that sure is a churro that smacked him in the forehead.

A warm, sweet-smelling churro, too - probably from that cute Mexican bakery down the road?

Without thinking, he grabs it before the churro has a chance to be wasted, and lightly tears off the part that had, well, lightly coated his forehead with brown sugar, ]

Hey! [ Then, he lowers his headphones, just to hear who did the Deed, and he can only let out a small, amused sigh. Go figure. The sight of water in mid-air doesn't even surprise him anymore. Not in this strange, alternate-Earth. ] Oh. Hey, Percy. You want the rest of your churro back?

[ everyone looks good with a little cinnamon and sugar on their forehead. think glitter. sparkle, lester, sparkle! but he’s also a smidgen busy swatting his iced tea to the side over his shoulder ( and not into anyone else’s personal space ) and averting a disaster. once that’s handled, he smiles at lester. he wants to call him apollo to mess with him and because that’s his real name, but also he doesn’t feel as standoffish as he does with the other gods.

it’s bizarre. ]

Hey. Sorry about the pastry to the face. [ he shrugs, hands in the air, palms up. he’s trying to be nonchalant but that’s his snack, dude. ] Nah. You keep it. You've earned it. [ and since they're both here... ] Where are you headed?

No worries. [ It's a sure sign of how far he's fallen that Lester tosses a piece of churro into the trash before breaking the rest in half and offering it to Percy - notably, the half that didn't smack him in the face. ] You did buy it.

[ And if he really wanted to, he could score a deal or some free pastries from Mrs. Hernandez by teaching her son the guitar... Not that he actually says so out loud. ]

I was just on my way home. Nothing really exciting. [ beat ] You?

[ food's food. once you've eaten after a half barnyard animal, you really stop caring so much. it'd be one thing if lester was secretly a slime monster but as is, percy accepts the piece that's handed to him. the only reason he doesn't inhale it is because they're having a conversation. ...not that he's opposed to talking with his mouth full. ] Thanks.

Out and about. I don't have work or school today. I thought I'd take advantage of that and get into town. [ he doesn't have a destination, that's what he's getting at. he takes a thoughtful bite of his churro, hoping it'll inspire him. ] Right about now, I'm wishing I had a hellhound to chase after. What do you do to stay busy?

[ Oh yeah, school. Sometimes, Lester forgets just how novel the whole experience can be for demigods, and he half-wonders if there's an angry truant officer waiting to pounce on him for never showing up to class. Then again, the government knows he's actually over four thousand years old... ]

Why don't I show you around? Buy you another churro and some conchas, while I'm at it? [ And before anyone can question his kindness this time, Lester holds up a couple of fingers - ] I'm not doing anything, you're not doing anything, and this way, I can show you how "I keep busy."

[ Though, admittedly, compared to how Apollo kept himself occupied, Lester's life may look a little... lacking. ]

[ surprisingly, to them both, percy doesn't show any signs of resistance. hanging out with a god? that shiny feeling wore off when he was twelve and he thought he lost his mother forever. even still, lester isn't in olympus. he's not shutting them out. it's not his fault he vouched for someone that turned out to be a bad apple. percy liked luke. he cared about him even when he tried to shut him out at every possible turn. he wants to give lester the benefit of the doubt here and not just because he's worried that lester thinks he's expendable as a mortal.

( they're talking about that some time, by the way, maybe not right now, but eventually. ) ]

Yeah, okay. [ he says without much deliberation. ] But I'm buying. I owe you for the milkshake.

[ One thing Lester's learned from his brief time as a mortal: milkshakes - and food in general - taste way better when they're given out of the kindness of someone's heart. (And not just because Percy's got more experience with mortal cuisine or anything.)

He grins, pumping his free fist in the air, ] Alright! We'll grab 'em to go.

[ He isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, not this time. ]

Since uh, you said you hadn't gotten a chance to explore yet - and luckily for you, I happen to know this place inside out.

[ experience here is short for you see it, you eat it. a god's palette is probably more refined than that, or so percy imagines. unless they survive on the fumes of tribute and their own orneriness alone. wouldn't surprise him. ]

Works for me. [ as long as they don't get lost and lester doesn't get them into a huge mess of trouble. that's his job, thanks. ] But if there are museums on your itinerary, I feel like I should disclose I have a really bad rap with those.

Wasn't dreaming of it.

[ Though he shoots Percy an amused look, half-wondering if he should drag Percy into the Heropa Museum of Modern Art. They still haven't taken the googly eyes off every painting the Trickster touched, back when that supervillain was in town... ]

I mean, we're in Florida. [ And NOT his mother, he'd like to state for the record. Leto's condo was inhabited by someone else completely... ] Pretty sure we're the most exciting things around.

CLOSED | you are the perfect color

[ insomnia isn’t a thing that percy’s had to deal with since the rise of gaea. ( annabeth being in boston never sat right with him, what with being so far away, and yet he’d known she’d be okay and that family took priority. ) there’s nothing in de chima to be afraid of, other than the SATs that he’s also trying to take here. it doesn’t affect what’s going on in the real world but he likes to think that maybe if he bombs them here, he’ll at least know what to work on when he returns to the real world.

annabeth’s actually asleep, as well as the rest of their roommates. he’s trying to be quiet when he steps out, not wanting to draw too much noise into fauxhalla in the dead of night. he makes sure that he leaves a note for his girlfriend. nothing too lengthy, just a simple: can’t sleep. bringing my device just in case you wake up and want to reach me.

he plans on going for a walk, maybe a jog. maybe even shadow sparring for the sake of not getting rusty. to be honest, he’s done with quests, but he knows better than to believe that fate is done with him until after they survive college and hopefully becomes super irrelevant news to monsters. until that time he's dreamed of, he can't sit around and count on poseidon's powers to carry him. he won't be surprised again. he won't put the people he cares about in jeopardy.

what he isn’t expecting is to run into gansey, a guy he only vaguely recognizes as a friend of annabeth’s. both from the network and the meadows. it draws a lot of questions ( looking for someone? is this the first time? but percy quells that curiosity, deciding that it doesn't matter. he trusts annabeth. ] I guess I'm not the only one that can't keep a regular sleeping schedule.

[Gansey couldn't sleep. He could almost never sleep. And sometimes he did want to venture away from the Meadows. In one hand he has a leather bound notebook, thick with notes and scraps of paper glued in. In the other is an electromagnetic frequency meter--a sadly quiet one. This one looks like a bully brick cellphone but his one from back home was more impressive.

When he hears a voice, he startles. Not many people are awake at this hour. He vaguely recognizes the voice but once he sees the face he remembers.]

Percy, correct? [He smiles and shifts the contents of his hands so he can shake Percy's hand. He has glasses on, which people outside of the Meadows or Fauxhalla rarely see.]

I would have to have a sleeping schedule before I could keep one, [he jokes. The truth is, he and Annabeth have been texting each other when they're awake at these odd hours, and sometimes have hung out, just for the company.]

[ now he’s not going to say he expects the guy to be roaming the woods at night with a metal detector like a crazy old man, but, you know it’s the first thing that comes to mind. percy shakes off the visual, mainly because the tech he’s holding doesn’t even resemble that idea. get it together, percy. he’s not so lost in his own rambling thoughts that he misses that he surprised gansey and he does look apologetic, even if the words never grace his lips. ]

Yup. [ he takes a step forward and reaches for gansey’s palm, accepting it in a firm shake. ] And you’re Gansey.

[ he’s not analyzing him. that’s more of an annabeth trait. feeling him out though? yeah, definitely. he’s checking for good vibes. ]

I know what you mean. The sandman's kind of a jerk. I'm not saying he's being stingy with the dream dust, but he missed a spot. [ he shrugs casually because there has to be some explanation for what they're both doing awake. there's probably something much more logical but percy prefers the whimsical. ] Mind if I join you?

I am, yes.

[His smile becomes warmer, spreading to his eyes.]

The Meadows seems to constantly be missed. There's at least one person awake at all times around there. [Spoilers, it's usually him.]

You're more than welcome, of course, but I'm afraid I'm not doing anything too exciting. [Gansey offers a wry smile.] Appears to me that I'm just on a pleasant night stroll now. [Seeing as how quiet the brick-phone looking device is.]

That must make sneaking out tough. [ not that gansey looks like the sort that needs to sneak out. he probably just walks around like he owns the place. percy looks away when he realizes he's staring a little too hard. he's a handsome dude, sure, but that's not why he's looking. the last time he ended up in the woods with a good looking guy, he was nearly poisoned to death. he brushes his thumb over the asterisk-shaped scar on his palm absent-mindedly, then drops his hand back to his side, attention on gansey once more. not so intensely this time. ]

I was about to be on a pleasant night jog, so it's not like I'm missing anything I haven't seen before. [ except going a few more miles per hour than they are now. ] What is that thing? [ he asks with a vague gesture and a tip of his chin towards the device in gansey's hand. ]

Sneaking out is not my forte. [Because Percy is right—Wherever he is, he can come off as owning it, king of all he sees. Gansey could charm himself the whole world if he put his mind to it.

He’s about to ask Percy if everything is okay, as it seems like Percy is staring. But then Percy snaps out of it and it doesn’t seem important for Gansey to mention.

He holds up the device as he begins to walk ahead where he meant to before running into Percy, trusting him to follow along.]

An electromagnetic frequency meter. Not much around here, though back home this would have been a place that would have alarmed incessantly. [And it’s depressing him all over again, though that aspect isn’t obvious to outsiders.]

No? [ he fishes on a surface level, not trying to prod too deeply. ] Doing what I'm told isn't mine. [ he offers it like an olive branch, eager to discredit himself if it makes someone else feel even a bit more comfortable. it's not about people liking him, not really, just to slice through that awkward tension that some people like to carry around constantly.

percy starts after gansey, jogging the few steps to fall in line beside him, then slows back down to match his pace. ] If you know it would go off normally, why are you carrying that around?

[ to prove a point? to be right? he's not judging, only asking out of curiosity. ]

What exactly are you hoping to find? [ please don't point out electromagnetic activity when he means what in a more specific sense. ]

[De Chima is an interesting looking place that Gemini hadn't visited yet, so on her weekend break she'd decided to take a trip through the Porter and do some sightseeing. It had been a thoroughly pleasant day spent shopping and going around the local museums, and looking for some place to relax had found her way into the community pool.

Currently she's sitting on the edge of the pool in a custom black swimsuit (thank you powers) looking at all that blue water with a mixture of longing and hesitation. Unfortunately a group of jocks seem to have decided that the solitary young woman merits some catcalls and whistles, although Gemini herself seems to be paying them no attention whatsoever.

Instead she's peering intently at the water, not really very sure that she can swim, but the water looks so inviting that she can't resist dipping her toe in, swirling it around in a circle and watching the little wave spread out. Dare she go in?]

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[ he's really not That Guy. he doesn't think girls need saving ( unless there's a monster about to decapitate them ) but when he notices young men being a little rowdy, he strolls over. the first reason being that he works here and he feels like he should say something. it's a public pool, after all. she doesn't seem too bothered and honestly, he's used to the women he knows, who would just drop anyone giving them a hard time. still- ]

Alright, seriously. Get lost, guys. Go do laps. Hold each other's drool buckets. Whatever it is you do.

[ when they scatter, he barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. at least now she can go for a swim if that's what was holding her back. ] I'd apologize on behalf of mankind, but most of us aren't brain dead. On the bright side, you've got this whole area to yourself.

Huh? [She hadn't really been paying much attention to the guys, ignoring them as much as she can. She's much too absorbed in the lure of all that water, and it's only when she's spoken to directly that she's broken out of her trance.]

Oh thanks. [Gemini smiles up at the lifeguard a little vaguely, her gaze sharpening as she asks the question that's really on her mind.]

How do you know if you can swim? [She blurts out, testing the water once again with her toe.] I really want to try but I don't want to drown.

[ he has to run that question a few times over in his head, not sure if he heard it right. how do you know if you can swim? it's like something a child might ask, which is weird, but maybe she comes from a time where swimming just isn't a thing. ]

First of all, I'm not going to let you drown. Comes with the territory. [ lifeguard on duty, etc. ] But usually, you know because you learned at some point. Like you took lessons, or maybe your parents taught you how. Some people are naturals and take to it instantly, but I wouldn't recommend jumping in the ocean to find out.

Why don't you start with the shallow end? You can wade in and paddle around without any real danger.

Jumping in the ocean wouldn't be very sensible, that's partly why I'm here, I have amnesia you see, I don't remember anything before February and I just wondered when passing here whether I could swim or not.

[She explains, shrugging helplessly at her predicament.]

I was thinking if I dropped in at the deep end I'd either sink or remember how to swim...but it's probably better if I start at the shallow end. [She agrees, swinging to her feet with a flexibility that's a little too fluid to be fully human, and starts to pad around to the shallow end of the pool to get in.]

Do you have to save a lot of people? [She throws over her shoulder, inwardly wondering if sitting in the lifeguard chair all day is as boring as it looks.]

[clarke had been a bit preoccupied so it wasn't entirely percy's fault when she crosses paths, the churro hitting her briefly before it tragically dropping to the ground not long after when she crashes right into him.

she takes a step back and shifts slightly to regain her balance again and if it weren't for the fact they were in a place that gifted powers to people upon arrival, she would be a lot more surprised by the water that is now hovering over their heads what seems to be his drink] Ah— Percy? Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you...

I guess we both should have been watching where we were going. [she gives him a slightly sheepish look before glancing up towards at water that's stopped midair above them] That's a neat trick, by the way.

[ what a train wreck. if his hands weren't busy guiding his beverage, he'd be reaching out to try and balance her. as it is, clarke's on her own. something tells him she has it covered. ( it's probably the fact that she's not laid out on the ground. ) ]

Clarke? [ like he's trying it on for size, though he's not positive he's got the name matched to the right face. ] No, it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention.

[ he follows her eyes up to the floating tea and makes a dismissing motion, shooing the water away from them and off into the street. ] That's what I keep telling people. It's great for parties.

[clarke just nods at that confirming that he did get name right] Yeah, that's me— it's all good though. [she was still in one piece but unfortunately she knows she can't say the same his food and drink which she feels bad about enough though he was insisting it was his fault.

she laughs slightly hearing his words but she was being completely genuine though from what she thought of his power. it might be a normal every day thing here being an import but having abilities at all was still something she was in awe of given how it something right out of fiction back home] Is that one of the powers you got here?

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