I want to thank TheMadMadReviewer for his review I'll work right on...everything, hmmm, derail. (As my future self I see the extreme need for the train to crash and everyone having to pick up the pieces only to have to make up a new vehicle.)
Annabeth's POV
We stood in the shadows of Valencia Boulevard, looking up at the gold letters etched in black marble: DOA Recording Studios.
"...DOTA?" Baxie said.
Percy gives us his pearls.
"Nope, take it back, she gave us three because I'm not included in this bunch but I'm supposed to go on all quests, so I don't count...I hope I get one quest skip...And Annabeth and Grover almost got stretched to death and it almost happened to you too not me so...take it." Baxie said, she had too many points.
"Fine, you guys remember the plan?" Percy asks.
"Who could forget, but what of it fails?" Baxie asks.
"Don't think negative." Grover said.
"Negative about being in the underworld?-" I started to say.
"Psh! It will be a wonderful Wonderland! With such happy things like dead folks!" Baxie said.
When we enter a lobby, surprisingly, and we walk up to the security guard with an certain accent. He was tall and elegant, with chocolate-colored skin and bleached-blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shades and a silk Italian suit that matched his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver name tag. Charon.
"State your business." He said.
"We want to go to the Underworld." I said.
"Well that's refreshing, straight forward and honest. How did you die then?" "Drowned in a bathtub." Grover said at the same time Baxie said "Tripped and fell off a cliff on a dare."
Percy and me gave them a look like "How in Hades did you come up with that?"
"And you two?" Charon said.
"Same as him." Percy and me said.
"Big bath tub...Don't suppose you have coins for passage." He said.
Percy bribes Charon with lots of drachmas (stolen from Crusty's) and promises to discuss a pay raise for Charon with Hades. Charon agrees to take us them across the Styx on the next boat, even when he finds out we are half-bloods. We start taking an elevator, but the elevator soon becomes a boat. We were standing on a wooden barge. Charon was polling us across a dark, oily river, swirling with bones, dead fish, and other, stranger things – plastic dolls, crushed carnations, soggy diplomas with gilt edges. The ceiling way above is covered with pointy stalactites. The shore is covered in a green mist. It is scary in the Underworld.
Baxie's POV
Unfortunately, the line to get across the River Styx was impossibly long. Annabeth said that those who wish to be judged for a chance to make it to the Fields of Elysium must wait out the long line and must face three judges. The judges are people like Thomas Jefferson, King Minos, and Shakespeare. Then, we meet Cerberus, the only animal I liked was dogs but this one didn't seem to like me although he seemed to want to eat me which sounded like another way of favoritism.
Cerberus can detect the living among the dead spirits; he can sniff out any trespassers. Cerberus communicates with Grover, telling him we have ten seconds before he's going to eat us. I couldn't speak to or understand animals but I would have thought he was telling Grover he looked gorgeous because he looked like a giant meatball. Annabeth gets the idea to play fetch with Cerberus using a red rubber ball she stole from the Waterworld gift store. Cerberus most likely doesn't get to play very much as he guards the entrance to Hades, watching dead people walk around him all day. Annabeth knows that he must want to play fetch. But this went very wrong.
Cerberus took the ball from Annabeth with her still holding it. She was hanging from one of Cerberus's mouths. He called the attention to the security ghouls which spotted us and held us down and got Cerberus to put Annabeth and the ball down. We were all pulled aside with us still fighting to be free as they discussed what to do with us. It would have been easier if they had taken us to Hades so we could end the conflict and prevent World War III or create it. But things almost never go right for half-bloods.
