Just a humorous one-shot about what the first meeting between the Greeks and the Romans will look like.
"You must be Percy."
"Yep. Jason?"
"That's me."
"How's Camp Half-Blood?"
"Nice place. Think the cabins are a little much, though."
"How?"
"Have you seen Cabin 1?"
"Ah."
"How's the legion treating you."
"Pretty well. Made preator yesterday. Yep, been part of a legion for less than a week. Already in over my head."
"Preator in less than a week? Wow, it took me years."
"Like I said, in over my head."
"Aren't we all," Jason smilled, knowing that Percy couldn't see him.
"So, any thoughts as to get out of this?" Percy asked, holding his hands up in a stop and think gesture, his back to Jason's.
"Nope," Jason said, "Lou Ellen, give Larry back his nose!"
"We're screwed, aren't we?" Percy asked, "Annabeth, let Octavian out of the headlock!"
"Yep, if I have to deal with Second Cohort rhyming for the next three weeks, I will not be a happy demigod!"
"Do they have a name for this type of thing?" Percy asked as go between Dakota and Clarisse, who were bare knuckle brawling. Clarisse had the advantage in size. Dakota was had the advantage in RedBull.
"I think politics comes the closest."
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