The Seven, plus Nico and Reyna were sprawled out in the Poseidon cabin.
They did usually switch between Hades, Zeus and Poseidon, but at the moment it was over thirty degrees outside and Poseidon's cabin was cool.
"I think we should change it to the Nine." Leo was arguing, except nobody else actually opposed him.
"The prophecy." Reyna said, simply. She was eating half a Pop Tart out of a box by the counters Percy had installed. Even after she had lost her soothsayer, she knew better than to annoy the gods.
Last time that had happened, there was a war, about seven hundred people died and her Pegasus died. She wasn't taking any risk this time around.
Everyone 'eh'ed and 'fair point'ed.
After a second of silence, Hazel tilted her head and looked around at the other teenagers, gathered to sprawl across beds and chairs and counters.
"Where's Nico?"
There was a groan from the opposite side of the bed, the part hidden to Hazel.
Percy looked over the side and laughed, pulling an iPhone out of his pocket and taking a photo.
"Present." Came Nico's grumpy, muffled voice.
Hazel got up, sighing at looked at her train-wreck of a brother (they had decided to go to literal hell with the step's and half's. They were brother and sister. No questions)
Nico lay ,face down, on the floor, dark hair ruffled on the carpet. His pale arms were limp next to him and you could see the extent of his baggy clothes, a small lump of Nico was drowned in a Medium black T-shirt.
"Di immortales, Nico."
"I don't need your negativity in my life, Hazel."
"Uh, Nico, you are literally the most negative person in my life, you are son of the death god."
"Shut up, Valdez."
"Shutting up.