Guess what happened since the last episode? I went to a Christmas party with Silena River, Morgie, ABC, Vichic, and TSHM, and Silena River and I started planning out the next episodes, including that bit about the chairs. Then we went to Winter Camp together, came up with several new inside jokes (lol, (=2 why is he smiling again?) that you will have to sit through! Now we have a VERY basic plan for the entire season! Come on! Review, peeps! This episode was written by Silena Riva!
Zuria: We still have no special guest (seeing as how Devil of the Mist hasn't replied to my thing yet… darn you, DotM!)… So we will welcome back Vichic and a new guest….. Fire it up, Morgie!
Morgie: Got it! (Fires the OTHER CHARACTER 5001)
The lights flash dramatically and the studio shakes furiously with the help of Earthshaker. A mushroom cloud of smothering golden smoke erupts from the spot Morgie is aiming the OTHER CHARACTER 5001 at. The smoke sends Octagon into a coughing frenzy as he struggles to inhale through the smoke. The others, however, are completely unaffected. The smoke thins and a very large boarhound bounds toward Zuria, who opens spreads her arms in a welcoming gesture.
Zuria: Hey Ari! Welcome to DEMIGOD-
Silena Riva: -MORTAL, GOD, CREATURE, AND MAGICIAN-
Zuria: -TORTURE! (glares at Silena)
Silena Riva: Dmm!t, it didn't fry him.
Morgie: It wasn't supposed to fry him.
Octagon: (cough) Well, I'm glad it didn't fry me. But what (cough) was all that smoke for? (cough) Seems like a lot of trouble for a stupid dog.
ABC: Ari is not a stupid dog! I wouldn't know, I don't read that series. But I'm just guessing.
Tooth: (growls at Octavian, backing him into a corner)
Octagon: Hey! Uhm, where did this corner come from?
Zuria: This is our very own Room of Requirement. It provides anything we need. And we needed a corner for Tooth to back you into. So voila. (lol, you know one thing I would never say is "Voila". But I like it)
Tooth: (barks and moves toward Octavian, baring his teeth)
Octagon: Oh gods.
ABC: Oh my Zeus!
Storm: (flashes in) You called?
ABC: No. I meant "Oh my Zeus" like "Oh my gods".
Storm: Oh… right. I knew that… (flashes out)
ABC: As I was saying… I love Ari's nickname! And Zeus's too.
Storm: (flashes in) What?
ABC: Nothing!
Storm: (flashes out with an irritated look on his face)
Morgie: Who was that?
Zuria: Oh, I forgot. You're our only friend (other than Vichic) who has not read Percy Jackson. You're here for the Max Ride stuff. 'Cause you've probably read more than I have…
ABC: Remember when… (trails off, a vacant look covering her excited expression)
Silena Riva: Uhhmmmm…. ABC? Gods, she dazed off again.
Vichic: I got it. (snaps her fingers under ABC's nose)
ABC: (swats Vichic's hands away)
Silena Riva: Oh great. She's fighting back. I hate when this happens.
Zuria: ABC… wake up! (waves her hand in front of ABC's face) Percy Jackson! (Percy appears with a startled outburst)
ABC: (grabs Zuria's hand and twists her arm)
Zuria: Ow! Wow! Girl's got refl-ow! (yanks her arm away) OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY FOR PUSHING YOUR NERVE SPOT ON SUNDAY! GO EASY ON ME! I ONLY ESSENTIALLY PUT YOU "OUT OF COMMISSION" WITH THIS THUMB!
Octagon: (laughs)
Silena Riva: What? You think this is funny, punk?
Octagon: (shrinks into his corner) Uh, no. No, not at all?
Zuria: (off-topic, yet AGAIN) I will not touch, smell, taste, or breathe on the chairs. I will not move them under pain of death or the influence of the Imperius Curse. And if I do, Hylke will have Jeremiah sit on me.
Sprinklers: (looking up from a box of donuts)…Whaa?
Zuria: I will not, under any of even the direst circumstances, not even to save my life (or Hylke's), touch the chairs. So help me my leaders.
Silena Riva: I love middle school youth group Christmas parties. (picks up a chair and smashes Octagon with it, but he's fine, 'cause he's fictional) Anyway…(snaps fingers)
Octagon: Wha- (is poofed into a dark room)
Silena Riva: Camera: Activate. Room nine. (presses a button on her wristband, activating a TV.)
Octagon: (on the screen) Where is this? Wha-
D'Ablo: (steps out of the shadows and seats himself on a chair) Hello Octavian.
Octagon: Nico? What do you have to do with these wackos?
Zuria: EVERYTHING! He was my minion in the predecessor of Demigod Torture—I think it was called…Dare or Dare?
Silena Riva: (presses another button on her wristband, activating a studio mike)
Zuria: (blushes) Oh, he couldn't hear that.
Silena Riva: Choose your words carefully, little shape. We can hear and see everything.
Octagon: Oh! Uh, okay! Got it!
Zuria: D'Ablo, you know what to do.
D'Ablo: Got it Zuria. This is gonna be fun.
Octagon: Nico-
Vichic: D'Ablo!
Octagon: Oh, I mean, D'Ablo… what are you doing…?
D'Ablo: Hahaha… I've been waiting a while for this. (advances on Octagon)
Octagon: (backs into a corner) Oh, c'mon! Another corner?
Morgie: (switches off the TV as Octagon screams) I think that's enough for now…
Zuria: Aww! C'mon Morgie! Please?
Morgie: No. We have another guest to take care of, don't we?
ABC: Oh yeah!
Vichic: You're awake!
ABC: Duh. Well, we welcome PERCY, who Zuria summoned earlier.
Seaweed Brain: I was starting to think you forgot about me!
Morgie: Yeah Seaweed Brain. Like we would forget about your sorry butt.
Seaweed Brain: Hey! (steps forward, but sees Anti-Tooth) Holy friggin' Hestia, that's a big dog.
Zuria: Ari, meet Seaweed Brain.
Seaweed Brain: Why did you address the dog first?
Zuria: Because he's smarter than you. A well known fact to those of us with an IQ of over 3…
ABC: (vacant expression, drooling)
Zuria: I think that includes ABC…
Anti-Tooth: (barks)
Zuria: Time for you to meet our friends at Hogwarts.
Seaweed Brain: Whaa…?
Morgie: Just get him on the plane, Tooth.
Anti-Tooth: (barks) (growls and backs Seaweed Brain into a portal)
Morgie: Good luck!
Silena Riva: Ok… let's watch the fun! (pushes button on her wristband: a TV swings out and shows Anti-Tooth and Seaweed Brain)
Seaweed Brain: Okay… (walks toward the plane) C'mon, let me go… (holds out a treat) Nice doggy…
Anti-Tooth: (barks and bares his teeth, but takes the treat anyways)
Seaweed Brain: Now are you gonna let me go?
Anti-Tooth: (barks)
Seaweed Brain: Alright! (starts to walk away)
Anti-Tooth: (growls and pushes Seaweed Brain aboard the plane)
Seaweed Brain: Hey!
Flight Attendant1: Welcome aboard, sir. No pets allowed.
Seaweed Brain: I-uh, my dog will just be going, ma'am. Go on, scat!
Anti-Tooth: (takes forgetful dust straight from the OTHER CHARACTER 5001—thing is, we stole it from Relda Grimm (Sisters Grimm) after we dragged her in. Then we shoved her back to Ferryport Landing—and throws it in the Flight Attendant's face)
Flight Attendant1: Excuse me?
Seaweed Brain: Not you! The dog!
Flight Attendant1: What dog?
Seaweed Brain: The-oh, never mind…
Flight Attendant1: Please take your seat.
Seaweed Brain: (sits down in the middle seat, left side)
Pilot: (over the radio) This is your captain speaking. Our estimated flight time is around three to four episodes, due to the fact that we have the pleasure of having Percy Jackson aboard today. So fasten your seat belts, and our flight attendants will be by to make the final preparations for takeoff.
Flight Attendants: (walking around and helping people get situated)
Flight Attendant1: (helping a big-game hunter stow his luggage in the overhead compartment) Sir, I think it might fit. I think I see a little more room in there… Sir? You have a dead yak. Are you sure that you do not want to check this…ah…item?
Big-Game Hunter: I am sure it will fit. (shoves dead yak a bit more) See? All better. (sits down)
Flight Attendant1: Uh, I guess that is alright, sir. (goes on down the aisle)
Flight Attendant2: (over the radio) Let's all take a moment to review the flight's safety procedures. There is a nice little pamphlet in the seat pocket in front of you. Please remove it and look at the first flap. In the case that this plane….. mnah, mnah, mnah…
Seaweed Brain: (spacing out) …-_-… (looking like ABC)
Co-Pilot: We are cleared for takeoff.
So what happens next? It's up to you viewers to tell. I WON'T WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER 'TILL YOU REVIEW! Or at least until Silena/Zuria (co-authors, here) get an idea…