So this is going to be a series of headcanons all dedicated to one Rose Howlett who has inspired me to write both fanfiction and original pieces.
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1956. everyone on the argo 2 has matching pajamas.
With the Giant War over, everything at the camp was quiet. Everyone was just relaxing, including the crew of the Argo Two. About two weeks into the summer of the following year, the crew got together for their bi weekly get together. This week was a sleep over at the Posieden Cabin.
"Everyone in their pajama's?" Percy asked. The group, Nico, Annabeth, Jason, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Piper, and Percy were gathered around a new addition to Percy's cabin a fifty inch plasma screen television. However, everyone was wearing identical pajamas.
"Yea we are, Seaweed Brain. Now come sit and watch the movie with us." Annabeth said. Percy shuffled over to the pile of people and flopped down in his blue pajamas. They were decorated with little pictures of The Argo Two. Annabeth had a set in grey. Piper's were pink. Leo's, obviously, were red. Jason's were gody gold. Frank's were a modest brown. Hazel's were a pastel rainbow. Nico's were black of course. Every set had a pair of flannel pants and a tank top for the girls, wife beaters for the guys.
"Why does it matter?" Jason huffed. He was obviously not happy about the wardrobe for the night.
"Because they're our pajamas." Leo answered.
"Maybe to you guys, but I don't wear them unless you guys force me to." Jason grunted.
"Jason Grace, don't you dare act like you don't love them just as much as we do. I know you wear them everyday." Piper snickered. Jason just blushed and turned to the television. He hit play and the group started in on their movie marathin of Marvel superhero movies in their matching pajamas.