Cassandra yawned as she took off her grimy clothing and place them off to the side, she'd wash them once she got the chance. But for now she'll have to deal with using the credit card that she had borrowed from a friend of hers, or at least she considers him a friend and dear family member, Nico di Angelo, to get some new supplies tomorrow as she got the get-some-new-clothes problem handled. Though she was, still is actually, curious as to why he gave her a credit card when he had been in the process of ignoring her like she was cancer itself for a couple of weeks previous.
(Then again, that was kind of her fault, not that she meant to do that, it kind of just happened – how was she suppose to know he was trying to keep the fact that he was gay a secret?)
But since it came so damn handy, especially now, she wasn't going to complain, but instead give him the next awesome thing she can think of; make use of her awesome, matchmaking lovin' magic and get him to live a little more than just simply surviving!
The granddaughter of Poseidon laughed when she got of the shower, water floating off of her and went down the shower drain (thank gods' she and her uncle still have the ability to clean themselves); oh, Nico wouldn't know what happened until she got him hitched with whoever the lucky bastard she chosen for him! And God or Goddess of love or not, they had better watch it when it comes to Nico's love life. Boy needs some happiness and lovin', dammit.
She huffed as she slides into the surprisingly comfortable bed after she had slipped on a sweatpants and a tank top, her mind going nuts with her irritation – among other things.
She grunted when she woke up the next morning but she merely turned around and placed one of her hands beneath the pillow she wasn't using currently and buried her face in the one she was using before going laying still once more. She wasn't certain what had woken her up, but she was not going to take chances, her hand tightening around the handle of the dagger placed beneath the pillow.
She swears if this is a damned monster, she's going to go nuts on the gods' forsaken thing. Waking her up while she was in a pleasant sleep… oh, she'll teach it a lesson it won't forget. She even hopes that'll reform soon afterwards just so she can kill it again! Not that'd she would be very happy if it was a mortal checking up on her either.
"Miss Witecoff?" an older woman's voice asked hesitantly. Cassandra grunted. "Are you… feeling well? You seem rather pale and clammy."
What? "Ah, just got caught in the rain last night, it's probably nothing." She does not get sick.
«HAH! I bet that Uncle of yours would tell others different.»
Never mind, she thought. She is hearing voices in her heard.
«Oh, really? Here I thought I was god, just wandering around and stumbled across a Greek Demigod in LONDON of all places to be. But nope, turns out I'm just a nonexistent voice inside a Demigod's head.»
"… have someone bring up some chicken soup for you, Miss."
Cassandra blinks and unburies her face to look towards the foot of the bed with a sleepy expression, "Huh? OH. Sweet, thank you. Could I possibly request a mix of Raspberry and White Tea together as well? My Uncle usually makes that for me when I'm not feeling well. Can you charge to it to my tab or whatever it is you have here?"
The older woman blinks, nose scrunching at the thought of mixing teas together, but nodded with an intrigued light in her eyes when she thought it over. "Yes, I can do that. The food and tea will be on the house, however, as it's something we usually do for costumers that are not feeling well."
That's convenient, she thought. "Really? That's cool."
«Well… I suppose I can mention that this Hotel IS meant to help those in need; whether they need a place out of the rain, a place to eat for either those who can and can't afford a dinner out, or a bed to lay in. If they are not well, the employees are to do their best to bring them back to health.»
The woman – 'What is she, a maid?' – smiled and nodded, "Yes, we do our best to make sure no costumer goes without good care and a healthy meal when they are not well. Do you want there to be thick chunks or little bits of chicken?"
"Thick, please."
She nodded once more before leaving with a quick reply of she'll phone her room when the food is done and to make sure she was awake.
That being done, Cassandra buried her head in the pillow once more.
«You do realize that you woke up because the employee was brooding in by the door, right?»
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
«They always know when a costumer is awake, so kind of pointless doing that.»
What is wrong with these people, watching people until they wake up?!
«Well… it is probably because there haven't been any –»
"If you even so much as try and pin it on the fact that I'm a Demigod," Cassandra hissed, a headache now throbbing her temples, "I'mma kick your nonexistent ass!"
The voice cut in sharp, irritation blindingly clear.
«– thing innovative for the past few decades… now, Cassandra Stephanie Witecoff, because I respect your father, do not get so cocky with me again. I will not be so lenient the next time you show such disrespect.»
Heaving a sigh, Cassandra gave a heartfelt apology, as well pray to her father for being such a respected god. Saved her hide more than a few times when it comes to the gods. Through the bond she shares with her father, whom all demigods' have and share with their godly parent but never discovers for what it is, she felt his exasperation. She wince, it is going to take a while for that to go away.
«Do not fret, young Demigod, I am not upset to have your father punish you. No, you and your linage have far too much to worry about than your mere disrespect in the present and the future.»
The Daughter of Triton froze.
"Do – do you mean my uncle… Percy?" She inquired, her heart pounding, and she could barely hear the voice – the god – reply because her heart was pumping so fast.
«Ah, yes, yes. The infinite Perseus Achilles Jackson, quite the… achiever, that one. But no, the one that took him for a purpose and that purpose requires him to live – to survive – to see through to combat an even more dangerous opponent.
Oh, you are curious as to why I am telling you this?
It is quite simple, m'dear, for you are needed as well, to be the domino that will set things into motion, for your uncle will need a push into the direction that will allow the gods' and mankind to survive when the time comes.»
"… It is too early for this kind of shit to be laid out on me," Cassandra finally said after moments of silence, rolled back into a comfortable position and tried to go back to sleep by focusing on the sounds of the rain falling outside.
The voice stayed quiet, until she just fell asleep.
«You cannot say you hadn't been warned, young Greek.»