Percy Jackson and the Designer Dilemna
Summary : Just something I cooked up. I don't feel too good about this but that's what reviews are for, right?
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it wouldn't be that good. 'nuff said.
Genres: Humour/Adventure
Characters: Percy J., Annabeth C.
Setting: Post TLO but without taking TLH into consideration and also assuming that Katie Gardner is alive, because Tratie? Best couple ever.
My name is Percy Jackson and I'm the son of Poseidon, Greek god of the sea. Sounds crazy? You haven't heard the half of it. By the time my sixteenth birthday rolled around I'd fought the Minotaur, stolen the golden fleece from the Cyclops Polyphemus, held up the sky, made it through a labyrinth and fulfilled a great prophecy which, if left unfulfilled, just might have resulted in the end of the world.
So you see, when Chiron walked (or should I say rode?) up to the pavilion after dinner and said he had an announcement to make, I wasn't really worried. Been there, done that. What monsters do I need to fight this time?
As it turned out though, I was wrong to be so nonchalant. Very wrong. What was about to happen was going to be far worse than anything I had faced so far. It was something with the ability to destroy the very essence of Olympus. Something that could start a catastrophic war among the gods.
Something, in other words, that I was supposed to fix.
It all started with the announcement that night…
Chiron clip-clopped up to the pavilion with a frown on his face, interrupting the sing-along much to the chagrin of Will Solace who'd cooked up a few songs specially for Apollo. Grumbling and muttering, the cabin moved off and made space for Chiron.
The centaur trotted up to the centre and beamed at them. "Well, as all of you know, Valentine's Day is only a week away." He paused, aware that the campers would have plenty to say about that. He wasn't disappointed.
The Ares cabin, loudest of all booed, while the Demeters looked like they'd just found weeds in their garden. The Poseidon cabin, consisting solely of Percy, went "Shit!". He obviously didn't have anything for Annabeth. Will Solace forgot his sing-along and flashed a couple of smiles at the Aphrodite girls. The Athena cabin, Annabeth included, looked scornful and if Percy had had the sense to glance over at them, he would have realized that there was no need to bribe Connor and Travis Stoll into getting something for him. The Hermes kids in question were planning Valentine's Day pranks though Travis was also thinking about a certain daughter of Demeter.
The ruckus died down only when Mr. D went, "Oi, brats, shut up! You'd think my sister's birthday was actually worth celebrating," he added, going back to his Diet Coke. The camper's heads swilled back to Chiron like pendulums.
The activities' director cleared his throat. "Well, yes. Valentine's Day is indeed Aphrodite's birthday. As a birthday present to herself, she inspired St. Valentine to rebel against the Emperor and cried buckets while watching his execution from Mt. Olympus. She claims she had no idea it would snowball into what it is today."
"And what exactly does this mean to us?," Katie Gardner asked in the manner of one holding a bomb set to blow at any second.
"Well, ever since it became a worldwide festival, Aphrodite insisted that it be celebrated at Camp half-blood. After great opposition from Ares, Hephaestus, Demeter and three of their children who now reside in the demigod hall of fame,"- the Aphrodite girls looked a little annoyed by this-"she agreed that Camp half-blood would only celebrate it once every ten years. And the time has come again."
"Couldn't we just not celebrate it?," one of the Demeter campers asked tentatively. The daughters of Aphrodite shot her a look that guaranteed she would never be able to wear high heels while within 10 feet of any of them. Not that she seemed like the kind of person who would wear high heels.
Chiron sighed in response to her question. "We tried that once at the behest of a son of Ares."- Clarisse looked like she would like to put up a picture of that demigod in her hall of fame- "but it took us the succeeding ten years to scrape the pink paint off the ground. We would still be at it, except for the fact that Poseidon took pity on us and flooded the camp with turpentine-saturated sea-water. So, I'm afraid not celebrating it is out."
A collective sigh went up from some parts of the camp. Chiron cleared his throat again. "There's more," he said. "Most of you must have heard of the clothing designer Hermés. They have a new Valentine's Day clothing line and they want the Delphi Strawberry Service to try it out."
"Why," Clariss asked, probably voicing something that had been in the minds of all the campers.
"I'm not entirely sure," Chiron said. "Which is why I want a meeting of the cabin councilors, right now."
You see that little button down there? It's begging you to click on it and type something. Even flames are welcome. My school chemistry Lab is out of gas.