HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY~
I'm so glad I made the deadline! :D
Please read my new story 'The Vow of Eternal Maidenhood' whenever you have the time, because it is up now! (Artemis+Orion 3)
I was going to make blue cupcakes and blue cookies with my friends today to celebrate… And I made those plans three months in advance… And I even ran it by my mum… And then on Saturday, two days before the event, my dad snapped because he was frustrated with my brother. And now I'm not allowed to invite Danni, Teresa and Katherine over to my house to make delicious, blue baked goods… :'(
BTW, please read The Misadventures of a Bald Emo by autumnflame!
Sorry for telling you about my ruined plans, here's the chapter anyway.
The Adventures of a Lovesick Idiot: Traditional Customs of American Airports
Calypso nervously tapped the plastic armrest of the economy-class seat. She had already safely been on the plane for a couple of hours and so there was only half an hour left until she could completely let her guard down.
Calypso thought about her horrible experience going through customs. It was like getting your liver ripped out by vultures while chained to a cliff and being fully submerged in the River Cocytus at the same time.
When Calypso was asked to hand over her baggage to be weighed, she told the worker that emotional burdens although were heavy could not be calculated. It was after much explanation that she understood what kind of baggage the airport worker was talking about. And reluctantly, she took off her backpack.
Apparently liquids that weren't water were considered foreign products and therefore weren't allowed unless she drank a mouthful of it. Calypso was risking her life during customs because she actually wasn't sure if she would burn up from the nectar after having her immortality drained from her. Thankfully, no one that day turned into a pile of ash in the middle of the airport.
And 50 US Dollars in coins of assorted values that had a net weight of at least 8 pounds was unacceptable because that weight could prove fatal if the plane was turbulent. Personally, if the plane was going to get blasted out of the sky by Zeus, Calypso believed that an 8 pound bag filled with a few metal coins was the least of their worries.
The drachmas that Calypso had been given by Steve were thought to be toys or fake currency until it went under the X-Ray machine. It was then when it was revealed that the coins were made of solid gold so Calypso was under interrogative questioning for one and a half hours. She was finally allowed to leave when it was the security guard's lunch break.
Calypso then witnessed another passenger spot check and she was horrified by the barbaric means of America. The girl ran over to the officer (who she believed to be some kind of a robber or a molester) and told him to back off and pick on people their own size. This didn't result well and Calypso was then also put under a not-so-random spot check where she was felt all over. Calypso tried to hold back her whimpers but when the man had gotten to her waist, he unintentionally zapped her causing her to double over in giggles. Words made out during her outbreak included,
"NO… PLEASE STO… NO! IT TICKLES!"
The airport officials deduced that Calypso had illegal substances hidden somewhere near her waist.
After all that Airport Drama, Calypso was surprised that she still got onto a flight to New York City despite the fact that the plane she was supposed to catch had already left four hours ago.
'Still,' she thought, 'It's better to catch the last plane of the day compared to having to book a hotel to spend the night and then catch a plane to New York the next morning.'
Calypso stepped out of the airport and frowned. It was so much easier going through customs when you've just gotten off a plane as opposed to getting on one. She looked around and realised it was dark. Maybe she had to book a hotel room after all…
'Darn it! If only I booked an overnight flight!' Calypso told herself. 'At least overnight flight people get dinner and a sleeping period!'
Calypso up her head and saw the neon lights advertising different hotels. Hotel of Endless Sunlight! 'That's not going to help at night when I want to sleep,' she thought. Four Seasons Hotel! 'Too bad only one season can occur at a time.' Tulip Hotel! 'Shame, I prefer moonlaces over tulips…' Eventually, Calypso found a hotel name that caught her attention. 'The Atlas Hotel…' she mused 'It'd be nice to pay my respects to my father…' And so Calypso decided to check into The Atlas Hotel.
There she was asked for a passport to ensure that she wasn't just a criminal on the run. Calypso handed over the fake passport that had been given to her by Steve (This did happen, check the last chapter if you don't believe me. It was in the backpack). After giving the receptionist her fake details, she was given a key card to room 702.
Calypso walked up 14 flights of stairs and was huffing and puffing by the time she reached her level. A man in his early thirties frowned at her,
"What's wrong with you?!" he asked sceptically.
Calypso twitched her left eye in pure rage. 'What's wrong with you?!' Calypso screamed at the man with her head.
"You know I just ran up 14 flights of stairs, right?"
The man rolled his eyes.
"You know you can skip the 14 flights of stairs and just take the elevator, right?" he said in a know-it-all voice while gesturing towards a metal door.
Calypso shrugged it off and headed towards a room with 702 inscribed on it. She swiped the card through the slit. The door recognised the card and opened with a click.
The goddess stepped in, kicked off her white flats and wriggled her toes in the carpet. She took her bag off of her shoulders and placed it on the side of the hallway. There was a wooden cabinet to put all her non-existent clothes in. On top of it was a woven basket with a ceramic mug, a box of teabags, coffee sachets, sugar and creamer.
The bathroom was on the left and it had a distinct black and white colour theme. There was a toilet, a shower and a sink with drawers underneath. Calypso opened each drawer in excitement and found complimentary towels, cups, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shower caps, shampoo, conditioner and a sewing kit (don't ask me why, but I found this in a hotel I went to).
Calypso took off her almost weightless dress and her leather headband. She slid down the elastic hair-tie from its loose fishtail braid and took off her undergarments. Calypso grabbed the small bottles of shampoo and conditioner before hopping into the shower.
Calypso had never taken a modern shower before but it was surprisingly comfortable after getting accustomed to its temperature. She didn't really understand the mechanics of a shower and had scalded her skin right after freezing herself.
She put all of her clothes back on and brewed herself a mug of sweetened milk tea. It didn't get rid of her hunger but it calmed her down. Calypso plopped under the covers of the soft, white bed. When she finished the tea, she gingerly placed it on the bedside table next to her and lowered her entire torso under the doona. She positioned her head onto the soft pillow and thought to herself, 'I'll pay my respects to Father in the morning before getting a cab to Camp Half-Blood.'
Leo looked up from his mini-engineering project. For some reason, he had a sudden craving for sweetened milk tea.
YAY~ Well, there's the chapter hope you liked it. Please review, fave and follow to show your appreciation because they encourage me to write faster.
BRING ON THE FLAMES, COS UNCLE LEO'S HERE!