Alternate title for the Sea of Monsters: I get Invited to a Destination Wedding
Percy was having a Bad Day™. First, he had had a really disturbing dream about Grover being chased through the rain on some boardwalk in Florida. Then there was the constant paranoia without seemingly any purpose, but he couldn't help but continue to keep looking over his shoulder and into the shadows half expecting to find some menacing entity staring back at him.
The situation wasn't made any better by the strange group of student visitors (strange for the last day of the school year) who were buddying up with Matt, the class bully, nor the game of dodge ball announced at the beginning of gym class. Nothing good ever came from dodge ball.
This was somehow worse though. The gym had a door to outside and Tyson was able to shove it open freeing everyone who wasn't a blood thirsty monster with freaking fire balls.
Then Annabeth showed up from out of nowhere and dragged him to the sidewalk. Tyson trailed after them, and Percy wondered how he was going to explain things to him. Tyson was a sensitive soul, he probably wouldn't mind, but the whole 'the Greek mythos is real' thing could be a hard pill to swallow. The smoking gray taxicab wasn't helping matters.
"Do you accept Lotus cards?"
"Lotus cards?! Never! We accept only gold drachmas, for services rendered!"
"Ah… Well. It was worth a shot." Percy muttered to himself, "Um, Annabeth, you sure I shouldn't just call camp to send some pegasi over?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I can cover the cost."
After a brief argument about them allowing Tyson into the taxi, and a very nauseating trip including some supposedly "helpful wisdom" as they held the sisters' shared eye hostage, they got to camp only to see fire and to Percy's dismay monster bulls…again.
("If I had a nickel for every time I fought a bull monster on Half-blood Hill, I would have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it was weird that it happened twice.")
Tyson, of course, because things in Percy's life couldn't not be complicated, turned out to be a cyclops son of Poseidon.
This made many people uncomfortable. Most notably Cabin 3, who were already in a precarious situation in their occupancy of Poseidon's cabin by invitation, and who further bemoaned their existence after they all found out the hard way about Tyson's snoring.
"I'm sorry – Run that by me one more time." The son of Triton shook his head as though attempting to clear non-existent water out of his ears.
"…uh…" Malcolm looked to his sister expectantly, hoping to foist the issue off on anyone else.
"Because I thought I heard you say that someone poisoned Thalia's Tree!"
"I thought you told him?" Travis whispered indiscreetly to the son of Athena.
"Well, I forgot! I thought Annabeth would tell him on their way back! I was busy researching!" Malcolm hissed back, looking a bit like a ruffled owl.
"-And when were you guys going to tell me that Chiron got sacked?!"
"I know right!" Conner interjected, "Who's going to ironically tell me to 'stop horsing around,' now? -OW!" The son of Hermes rubbed his side after getting elbowed sharply by Michael Yew.
"Should we try to get him to calm down?" Katie asked as she watched on in concern as Percy continued to freakout over the current issues.
"Nah! This is way too entertaining!" Ethan cheered as his bunk mate continued on his rant and got into another fight with Clarisse.
"Um… I'm sure he'll calm down eventually?" Malcolm said, not sounding at all sure of his words and wincing when his sister joined what was quickly becoming a brawl.
Tyson watched the ensuing violence in confusion as Alabaster attempted to introduce himself and give the cyclops son of Poseidon a brief version of the new camper rundown.
The fight only ended after Beckendorf got involved and threatened to get the bulls up and running again in no time, so they'd have a real enemy to fight.
Bonus scene, brought to you from the bottom of the sea:
Poseidon watched on pitifully as his son once again left another room after he had entered. Triton hadn't spoken to him in nearly a month now, and if anything, following his half-brother's entry to camp had glared at his father more.
"What did I do wrong?" Poseidon pouted at his beautiful, loving wife.
Amphitrite pursed her lips and stared imperiously down at her dumb husband without remorse.
"Do you really have no idea what you've done?" She began in a voice as cold as the arctic sea. "Those kids only just settled into the cabin! You could have easily sent him transport to the palace!" Her voice steadily rose in volume, and she looked a few seconds away from throwing something at him.
"But he's keeping Percy safe." Poseidon tried to reason.
"Percy," The goddess of the Mediterranean spoke as though to a very young or unintelligent mortal, "is safe in camp and has proven himself capable of taking care of himself." Before losing her temper entirely and resorting to insults. "Unlike some other considerably stupid individuals I could name!"
"…you don't have to be so mean…"
"Mean. MEAN! I'll show you MEAN you doddering old sea slug!"
…
As usual Triton went about his day ignoring the antics of his parents.
Triton spent the day trying to think of anything he could do to improve his son's situation, and maybe get his half-brother out of the Camp without causing a scene.
All kids liked tridents, right?
Or maybe he could relocate a creature of the depths closer to the camp to protect the beaches from the harpies. Percy often went out to watch the waves on the beach at night and Triton knew how his cousin's methods in discouraging the children from going out after dark. Troublesome. Nothing should be allowed to discourage a child of the sea from their domain! One of the newer Cetus was fond of eating sea birds, and most anything else. Triton absently wondered what the creature would make of the harpies: friend or food?
This is kind of just filler. Sorry for the short chapter, couldn't really think of much to change or add on. Things will pick up as we move further into the Sea of Monsters arc. Next time we're off to the races!