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Chapter 10
If you want to know a way to get to Olympus, it'll be pretty hard, that is, if you are a mortal. But if you're a demigod, you got all seventeen ways memorized by heart.
If there were seventeen ways.
But if you're a demigod, you go to the tallest building. The Empire State Building, 600th floor, a one-stop-get-to-the-heavens kind of thing. That is, if you can get past the doorman, which is also, by the way, someone who knows the existence of Gods.
Annabeth's pretty sure that there are also one-stop-get-to-somewhere-magical somewhere else. Like Hades. She doesn't know why anyone would want to go there.
When the driver dropped her off in front of the building, she took out her suitcase, it was gray. She remembered exactly where she placed anything incase some drunk, haywire minor god decides to throw hand grenades at her. Her taser (if it actually works on minor gods, she has no idea, but she wouldn't dare draw that on a major god) was placed on her back pocket, her small dagger, and her cap.
Out of all her possessions (which included what is listed and a bunch of other weird, but interesting things), her computer, her cap, and her clothes were the only normal ones. That was why she prefers them over others. Annabeth could walk out of her car with a baseball cap and no one would question it. Then again, Manhattan was the type of city in which you walked outside in a had made out of bowling pins and a frontless and a backless shirt and no one would question it. Like that guy that was walking across the street a few blocks away.
When she walked into the cool atmosphere of the building, she sighed in pleasure. The outside air was dirty and humid. Walking to the elevator, she made sure no one was looking, nodded at the doorman, and hit the 600th floor. Suddenly, the elevator lurched up, lights flickering, and just as quick as it started, it stopped.
One thing she liked about Olympus is that they don't need a drachma to get there. Nico said that if you want to go to Hades, you need a drachma. She pretty sure one of the entrance is under a rock somewhere, a one-drachma-get-to-Hades kind of thing.
Once she stepped off, she could hear the loud drowning redundant noise of whispers and aimless chatter. Minor gods littered about (there are a lot of minor gods, more than you would think of).
The place was still in the ruins she'd grown to be used to. After the war, she had been a frequent visitor, measuring rooms, designing cocktail bars and beanbag chairs. She kicked aside some blackened dust off the tile. The Gods have mended the place pretty well, only missing a crack here and there, but those were fixed quickly by the minor gods who discovered them. Now the place was spic and spam, except for the fine lines and furnishing. She was in charge for that.
She glanced at the empty corner on her right. The snack bar was supposed to be there. She'd have to file in a form to Hephaestus to tell him to make one. She sighed and dropped her heavy backpack onto the cold floor.
Pulling out her blueprints (which were actually just white copy paper taped together), she looked at the layouts The snackbar was just a small rectangle compared to the whole space. It was only twelve feet long, and eight feet high (it is highly recommended that Gods stay in their human height when strolling through the carts of food). She took out her pencil (yes, like that classic HB yellow Ticonderoga laying in the bottom of your bag) and drew an arrow from where the snack bar should be: 'Make an extra large sign that says "Stay In Human Height When Visiting" above'
Taking out a large binder of blank copy paper, she snapped the binder open, took one out and snapped it shut again. Sketching the outer of the snackbar was easy, until she got to the inside. Annabeth had no idea if the food of the Gods could withstand human materials. What if they put some weird Godly food in one of them and plastic just melts away? That would render it no use at all.
That was another to-do thing on her list: tell Hephaestus to;
1. Build the snack bar
2. Build chairs and tables
3. change the flooring
4. Fix windows
and now: 5. make Godly plastic
Annabeth had no idea what Hephaestus will do when he sees her mile long list (An extra two hundred feet for snack bar description). He couldn't back out of this though.
Now lighting... hmmm, maybe she could ask Iris to make unusually bright rainbows to hang in the sky? Or she could ask Hephaestus to make bulbs. After a silent thinking time, she decided that the first choice was the safer. After all, she didn't want to see her head impaled through a stick and shoved over the fire. Hopefully it won't come to that. Hopefully.
She worked for another few hours. Really, it wasn't that long, but she could subconsciously feel the sun slowly edging its way toward the mountains and sinking, until all she could see was the halo of light that was emitted from the light bulb.
Hungry, she looked up, to be face-to-face to the tip of a sword. She looked up and screamed.
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