Hey folks. It's not a long chapter and it's another filler-introduction thing. But the real story will get moving soon. I hope you think this one is enjoyable in the meantime.
Percy awoke the next morning to three solid knocks and the soft sound of a door sliding open and back closed again. His brain was sluggish in its attempt to fully wake up, certainly taking its time to register the conversation that had sparked up around him.
"-st so glad you guys could make it. You wouldn't believe the month I've had trying to deal with this kid on my own!" The sentence, spoken in a voice filled with relief, could only belong to his best friend friend, Grover. Percy took initiative over his own body and forced himself to sit up as Annabeth responded.
"I'm just sorry we couldn't be here sooner. Though I have to ask, she's trouble?" His girlfriend responded soothingly. Percy looked around the room and located them sitting at the small dining table, a box of doughnuts and a coffee tray, empty sans one cup which he assumed was meant for him, sat in the middle of the group. Grover was between the two blondes, Annabeth with one hand on his shoulder and Jason sipping out of his own drink.
Percy groaned and swung himself out of bed, stretching out his back as he stood in an exaggerated motion meant to draw the attention of the room to himself. Grover smiled and stood up to meet his friend halfway, a beanie smooshed over his curly hair and semi-prominent horns being the only thing different about the Satyr.
"Percy!" he greeted, pulling him into a loose hug before holding him at arm's length and giving him a quick once over.
"Grover, how are you, man?" Percy responded, slapping Grover lightly on the back and guiding him back towards the table where he snatched up a doughnut and promptly sat down.
"Better now that you're all here. Seriously, she's a nightmare," Grover moaned, massaging his temples as he plopped down into his own chair.
"So, what're we talking about here when you say, 'Nightmare?'" Jason inquired, leaning in more to the conversation, "Is she like a delinquent? A bully?"
Grover shook his head.
"No, nothing like that," he said, "She's just… a lot," as he spoke a small ding chirped happily from his pocket. A few months back Leo had established his own form of a demigod cell company. It had just gotten unrealistic for half bloods to be unable to communicate with the outside world, especially one that had become so tech-reliant. So, after weeks of research, failed prototypes, and Chiron's guidance he had finally produced a celestial bronze- iPhone. Now, nearly everyone in Camp had one, though they were still used hesitantly among the community.
Grover pulled his device out and glanced at the screen, dropping his hand into his palm after seeing the text.
"It's from her," he lamented, "She wants to know if I'm free this afternoon,"
"So?" Percy asked, biting into his second pastry. Annabeth shot him a mild glare.
"Go ahead and say yes," she instructed, "We'll tag along, get to know her and find out what we're dealing with,"
"It's not that simple," Grover responded.
"Why not?" Jason asked.
Grover just sighed once more, before asking,
"Do any of you guys know how to snowboard?"