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The Adventures of a Lovesick Idiot: Party Ponies, South Kingston Division

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and pondered on the matter at hand. If she didn't have her goddess-ly powers, then all bets were off. She wouldn't be able to find Camp Half-Blood, Mount Olympus or the Argo II.

'If I can't find my way back… Will anyone find me here?' Calypso thought. The only thing she could do was sit on the beach and look out at the waves. Crashing in, going out… Crashing in, going out…

The only thing she could see was a cruise ship floating out on the ocean with an equestrian rider jumping off the railings.

'Aren't horses banned on cruise ships? It's dangerous… And a man jumped into the water… He's dead for sure.'

A head broke through the surface of the waves and something that Calypso couldn't make out. Was that a hand gesture? Thumbs up?! No ordinary mortal would've survived that fall…

There was a large amount of movement aboard and a small platform was lowered down to sea level for the fallen to get back on. Calypso squinted at the horizon and managed to see that the man was in fact attached to his horse. It wasn't a drunken passenger on a startled horse… It was a centaur!

Calypso's eyes widened in fear. An entire cruise ship… It was probably packed with monsters… And without her powers, she would probably be defeated in a heartbeat. Her life was good as over.

Leo was depressed as an after-effect of his hyperactivity. Frank was suffering in a terrible hangover. Jason was asleep while covered in dark facial hair, and Nico was triumphantly brandishing a Sharpie.

Leo grunted, "Women…"

Frank nodded.
"Women…"

The overdoses of sugar and more sugar had finally taken their tolls.

"One minute you hate each other and all is fine with the world. You know, she throws a spanner at you and you destroy her beach… And the next, we're in love and it's too complicated to even talk to her about it. You get me?"

"Yeah…" Frank agreed, "I feel the pain too, bro."

Nico interrupted the conversation and added his own contribution to it. (You don't have to read it if you don't want to but it's funny)
"I like baby unicorns… Do you like baby unicorns?! Because I was like, I LOVE baby unicorns and he was like, *Gasp*, I love baby unicorns too and I was like, NO and he was like YEAH and I was like NO and he was like HELL YEAH. Wait, what kind of baby unicorns do you like? I like the purple, and one-eyed, and one-horned unicorns because they like to eat people. Ooh… DO you like the blue ones? I like the blues ones, but not as much as the purple ones. OMG! Do you know what unicorns eat?! I know, and she was like NO and I was like, YES, and he was like NO and I was like YES and then they were like, NO! And then-"

Leo and Frank learned to tune Nico out but every now and then they could hear snippets of his voice.

"If it's any consolation, my love life's not any better…" Frank confessed.

"Maybe it was okay, but then the tacos barged in and they were like-"

"Have you ever noticed how they never tell you straight up? Wouldn't it be so much better if girls were all straightforward?" Leo asked.

"Then Mars exploded because he felt like it-"

"But it wouldn't be fun without all the girly drama and the games," Frank pointed out.

"True, true."

"And have you also noticed how Aphrodite always pokes her head into our social lives and messes things up to make it more interesting?"

"And don't even get me started about the llamas because they're all like-"

"Yes! And have you ever noticed how she gives the girls more romantic advice then she does for the guys?!"

"Yeah... She's so biased."

"And so they were like, NO and I was like, YES and they were like NO and I was-"

"You feel like giving Death Breath sleeping pills yet?"

"Let's."

There was no way they were going to notice her. It seemed as if the ship was anchored down at a single point just so the centaurs on board could jump off and get lifted back up.

Waving wasn't going to help and neither was gathering wood to supply a nice noticeable fire. It was as if the centaurs were only focussed on being complete lunatics.

'I've only got one chance left… I guess I'll just have to swim.'

Calypso stepped into the water and squealed at the freezing temperature. It took her two minutes to get used to the cold before she actually started swimming. And that's when she realised how terrible of an idea this was. She really needed to have better ultimate plan-formulation skills…

The fabric of her wet dress stuck to her body and made Calypso's body feel as if she weighed 260 pounds. The cruise ship was still around 150 metres out to sea and far, far away.

Calypso was lying on her back and was lightly paddling her legs and hitting the water with her hands methodically. It took her a while but that was okay, because it gave Calypso plenty of time to reflect on her life.

'I am one of many. I am one of 6.9 billion (probably 8 million if you included the immortal family tree). My life does not matter, for when I die the world will continue to live on as it usually does. No one cares, not even my father (Atlas) cares about me… I should just die…" (I don't know how normal people reflect on their lives but this is my reflection every time before I sleep)

By the time Calypso was done reflecting and being depressed, she had reached the platform and sat on it hoping that she would be pulled back up. The centaur that had jumped into the water pulled his way onto the platform with Calypso on it.

"Hey bro…" he slurred.

"H-h-hi," Calypso stuttered confidently (note sarcasm).

When she was pulled on board, a paintball-covered centaur clopped over to her.
"You look like my mum…" the centaur complimented shyly. "She had this really nice tail," he added.

"Uh… thanks?" Calypso trailed.

Calypso's unexpected arrival attracted a lot of commotion and soon an official heard of it.

"So, Calypso, is it?" the official-looking centaur asked.

"How did you know?" she frowned.

"Word of your escape has gotten out in the mythological world. Do you know how the legend of Ogygia goes?" he asked.

"No… I was shipped off to Ogygia to be bothered about some legend," Calypso retorted.

"Well, the legend's all about you…" he started. "Apparently the girl trapped on the island can only leave if she has found her true love and even then, she must also give up her immortality and godly powers."

Calypso blanked.

"Well... In the meantime, I'll allow you to stay here with us. Welcome to the Party Ponies, South Kingston Division."

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