A/N Since I got such great feedback (thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed or favorited) I have written another chapter! Thanks to Cheorkee rememberer gamer98 for his suggestions. It's rather great!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events or settings from PJO.

It had started off simple enough. Reyna had decided the Roman Legion should have a couple laptops in their possession, and had bought a few off that annoying Leo child. Now, the whole camp was very excited about this. Very excited. So of course, Octavian couldn't help it. He was not to blame, obviously. The dashing silver device was too alluring, the screen was too inviting. He typed in the password (reynawillkillyouifyoudonthavepermissiontousethiscomputer), feeling slightly disappointed that his suggestion for a password (killthegreeksmwahhaha) hadn't been chosen. But that disappointment was quickly forgotten as the screen lit up... and google chrome appeared.

Octavian had never really used computers. His life mostly consisted of, well, slaughtering stuffed animals, leading the pathetic sheeps called the Roman Legion, plotting the downfall of the Greeks and being freaking awesome. So he had no idea where to go first. He checked the computer's browser history, and saw a quiz had recently been played. What kind of quiz, you ask? Well, Octavian had no idea.

He clicked the link and promptly screamed. The link had lead him to a godly quiz. A greek godly quiz. But before he could run out of the small room, a siren wailed and flashing red lights flared within the room. He ran to the door, but alas, it was firmly locked. There was no escape.

"Sup Octavian?" a voice said from the screen of the laptop. Octavian turned around... and there it was. That irritating, explosive firing, GREEK mechanic. It was the annoying Leo child.

"Let me leave this room at once, greek," Octavian ordered. The son of Hephaestus simply laughed and shook his head.

"As if, bro. I've been waiting to annoy you for a while. Did you know you're really fun to annoy? Your face gets all red and your left eye twitches and-see? You're doing it right now!"

Gods darn it, the "Fear Me or Be Slaughtered" face isn't working, Octavian thought.

"What do you want, filth?" he demanded. The Leo child grinned (fangirls all over the world fainted) in a rather maniacal way.

"Simple. Complete the quiz, the computer will send me a message, which will then trigger a reaction with the lever holding the celestial bronze in the lock which will cause it to unlock the door while putting your results up on the internet. ¿Entiendes?

And here is where Octavian made the worse decision of his life. He should have waited in that room until starvation took him, until thirst stole the breath from his body, until someone from the legion noticed he was gone (Octavian mentally sighed at how incompetent they are). But no. The roman, tears caressing his face as he closed the space between the wretched machine in himself, took the greek quiz.

What's your favorite color?

Why is this greek? Are the greeks trying to copyright colors now? Is this their scheme for taking over the world? Well...erm...yellow. Did I click yellow or pink? Wait, go back, go-

What exercise do you like?

Ordering and smiting people. What? That's not an option? But... ew! Physical activity! Well, running I suppose. Running in a majestic manner that makes everyone stare.

What is your favorite room?

Were rooms invented by the Greeks? Why is this relevant? What in the name of the Gods is a den? Oops, I clicked that, didn't I...

Are you a dude or dudette

What in the name of Jupiter does that mean? I'll go with dudette. It has more letters, therefore it must be superior.

Favorite bird?

EAGLE. Eagle. Perfect... wait, did I click DOVE? WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOO!

If your friend betrayed you, you would:

Ha ha ha friends. But beat him up sounds promising.

What is your favorite pastime.

Is destroying the greeks an option? No? Oh, well ruling the world is one. Meh, I'll choose that.

Wait while we process your results.

"Did you have fun?" Leo child said from behind him. Octavian gave him a glare.

"That door better open the freaking second the results are processed or I'll gut you with a-"

We have processes your results, Octavian. Congratulations, you are lllllllllllllllllll

"WHAT? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! This is NOT possible!"

Aphrodite was having a ho-hum day. She lounged on her throne up in Olympus and painted her nails a pretty pink color as the other Olympians squabbled about... who knows? Meh, she didn't care. What did catch her attention was when an Iris Message appeared in the center of the throne room, where one of of Hephaestus' demigods was smiling in a slightly frightening way.

"Leo, my boy!" Hephaestus said with a smile.

"Hola padre, guess what I did!" Leo answered.

"No one cares, punk," Ares sighed, briefly looking up from flexing his muscles. Leo shook his head.

"Even if the roman augur-yes, the crazy descendant of Apollo that cries when anything greek is in his proximity-just completed a greek god quiz online?"

This caught more of the gods' interests, but Athena didn't look convinced.

"Logically, as a descendant of Apollo, he will receive Apollo as his answer," she drawled in a monotone voice, eyes glued to a book.

Leo laughed and shook his head. " I believe the results were... unexpected."

The Iris Message changed to show the Roman Legion looking up to big billboards outside their bathhouses, where results from were posted for someone by the name of Octavian. Octavian was trying hopelessly to destroy the metal structures with his weak limbs while the romans were rolling on the ground with laughter, or leaning on each other for support as they wiped the tears of mirth out of their eyes.

We have processes your results, Octavian. Congratulations, you are Aphrodite.

Everyone on Olympus looked to Aphrodite. Was she going to smite Octavian? Was she going to punish the Romans for laughing at her name?

"SMITE THEM!" Ares demanded, his eyes gleaming at the prospect of blowing up little romans. Aphrodite thought for a moments.

"Nah, my nails are drying. Wouldn't want to smite the romans and smudge my nail polish! Now that would be a tragedy," she decided. "However..."

Aphrodite snapped her fingers, and Octavian received an unwelcome makeover. His hair grew to his waist, his dashing toga was replaced by a gorgeous ball gown, and his face... well, there wasn't much the goddess of beauty could do about his face, but she made a valiant effort. At least now, there was so much foundation, concealer, mascara and lipstick that you couldn't really see it. Octavian promptly tried to wash it off with Dakota's Kool-Aid and the legion bursted into another fit of laughter.

"Meh, I tried," Aphrodite said, before adding a second coat of polish to her nails.

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