Bwahahaha! I will post a second chapter today! No one will see that coming! Mwahahaha!
Watch Out for Holograms!
After the trip back to Camp Half Blood through a giant black hole, which Pendragon yelled at me multiple times that is called a "flume", we ran straight to the Big House.
Bobby was hoping more than anything that the Australian was there, while I was hoping John would be there.
"No, Spader nor John are here," Chiron said, folding his arms over his Party Ponies: Snooter Division T-Shirt. His siblings put him in the Snooter Division? Interesting…
"Can I borrow a cell-phone then?" Bobby asked, shoving his hands into his pockets of his hoodie. We had all our stuff back now, except my watch.
"Umm… Pendragon… cell-phones attract monsters," I whispered to him. He grumbled about this territory being stupid.
"I can Iris Message them for you," I said walking back to the Hermes cabin with him. He looked at me like I was weird. "What's their name, and where would they most likely be?"
"Mark Dimond, Stony Brook, Connecticut" he answered as we walked up to a fountain.
I rummaged through my pockets until I found my last golden drachma, and held it over my head. "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering!" I threw the coin into the mist. "Mark Dimond, Stony Brook, Connecticut!"
A water vision of a guy in the shower singing "Gangam Style" by PSY came up. I did the sane thing to do. I covered my eyes, ran off screaming, and face planted into a statue of Demeter.
The guy in the shower turned to the IM, and began screaming too. He grabbed a towel and quickly covered himself up as best as he could.
"COURTNEY!" the guy screaming at the top of his lungs. "DID YOU PUT ANOTHER HOLOGRAM IN THE SHOWER?!"
"Nope." a female voice answered, sounding a little irritated about the question.
"Mark! It's me, Bobby!" Pendragon yelled at the Iris Message. He waved at the guy, and his eyes went wide.
"COURTNEY! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
"Mark, it's really me! I'm on Long Island!" Pendragon sounded desperate.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dimond, but we just wanted to alert you that we will be arriving at your estate around noon tomorrow by train," I said, wanting this IM to end.
"Fantastic!" Mark said, turning off the shower even though his hair was full of shampoo. "We can have Garden Poultry!"
"See ya soon, Mark!" Pendragon said, waving at the IM.
I threw a rock through the IM, breaking the message. Some campers had gathered around to watch, mainly the Hephaestus kids. All the Hephaestus kids looked ready to faint.
"You know Mark Dimond, the founder of Dimond Alpha Digital Organization?" one Hephaestus girl asked, her eyes bigger than pumpkins.
"Please don't say his company's name," Bobby looked ready to be sick at the mention of the name. What's up with him?
Apperantly, Mark is the Hephaestus kid's version of Edward Collins to the Aphrodite Kids. Impressive.
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