Logan

Logan felt awesome!

He may have had a mustache drawn on his face in probably permanent marker, a leg that still tingled from having 300 volts of electricity shot through his body, and a taste in his mouth that carried a hint of insect in it, but he still managed to stick it to the girls who had done that to him. He definitely had a new respect for fart arrows.

His excited stupor was broken by a girl next to him saying "Nice 'stache." He turned and saw Sarah standing next to him.

"Thanks," he said, "nice bedhead."

Sarah sat down as she tried to flatten her hair. "I thought we weren't supposed to sit together."

She held up a slip of paper. "I got a note from Chiron. It's just for today." Logan noticed Sarah was carrying what looked like a backpack made of gold. Sarah saw him eyeing it and said "Gift from a friend. It's charmed so that it can carry anything in it, no matter how many items you put in. Check it."

She grabbed Logan's bow, quiver, and breakfast and placed them the pack. They all fit, but the pack still felt like it was empty. Logan opened it and saw it was empty. "It's empty," Logan said, "where'd my stuff go?"

Sarah reached into the bag and pulled out Logan's stuff. "It's enchanted. All you have to do is think of the item in it that you want, and you can pull it out." She then pulled out her ice-sword, a small bag of what looked like lemon squares, and a canteen. "Nectar and Ambrosia." She explained holding up the bag and canteen respectively.

The distinct smell of sulfur appeared in the air. Logan smirked slyly up at the incredibly smelly hunter standing behind him with unadulterated hate in their eyes. "Friendly advice," he said with clear mirth, "if you're roommates with a guy who grew up in an orphanage in New York and three years in a military school you probably shouldn't mess with his face."

Daphne muttered "Insolent swine." Then sat down next to them. The three of them discussed the plans for their quest.

They would go west.

That's all they had.

"I think that California is where we need to go." Sarah said. "If Percy is being held captive by someone, they would probably keep him in a really monster-loaded area."

"If California is where we've got to go on," Daphne mused, "maybe we should try and get more information. Perhaps we should try to consult a prophet."

Logan suggested they ask that Rachel girl, but Sarah explained that her Oracle powers didn't work that way. "She doesn't just spout out prophecies about anything." She said. "It has to be a really important question, and you have to be the right person to give the answer to."

"If California is where we have to go," Daphne continued, "perhaps we should consult Nereus." Logan was about to ask who that was but Daphne answered before he could ask. "He's an old sea god, and supposedly he knows everything. He lives in San Francisco."

So they had a plan. After the three of them finished their breakfast, they grabbed whatever items they needed for the quest (Logan managed to get a few glares from various stinky hunters), and piled into the transport van with…

"Whoah," Logan exclaimed, "why does that dude have so many eyes?!" The blonde man with eyes all over his body glared at him a hundred times.

Sarah explained he was the head of security, but all Logan could think was what it would be like to have a staring contest with him.

They drove for about 45 minutes which gave Logan plenty of time to think. His mind only thought 4 words though.

This gonna be awesome!