Hello everyone! I really am on a roll, but this chapter is a bit more difficult for me. Purely humor is the first time I do that, and it's really hard when you are trying to invent skits and so on. Also, answering the question on the review about how they could send me suggestion, I am always avalaivable on a PM! Also, as always, thanks to my betareader Forsake_Seer_XIV, helping me revise and giving his opinion about the rules and if they are funny or not.

Now onto the rules!

Rule 36: No dancing competitions; can be real dangers.

Mr. Walker was looking at the dance competition, while music was blaring loud, as the demigods were dancing on the floor. Or at least, that was at the beginning of the competition. Soon enough, it started with one of the demigods nearly knocking out other as the demigod missed one of the steps of the dance.

Then, as it was a rising tide, it began to accumulate the number of "missteps" made, until it transformed into a fight with background music, while trying to make it look like it was dancing. Mr. Walker sighed, before deciding to cut it short, and grabbed the mic to put a stop to it.

He never saw the shoe that knocked him out before he could stop the competition from going completely out of control.

Rule 24: No using hotel appliances to experiment with your powers.

Mr. Walker was on the receptionist desk, checking which demigods and guests were staying and taking count, until a strange noise was heard… Like water flowing. Soon enough, the phone at the receptionist desk started ringing. – Mr. Walker speaking. – He said, hoping it wasn't anything serious.

- Mr. Walker, sorry to inconvenience, but it seems that the plumber just exploded. – The voice of one of the employees said, before sputtering out. The light was out, and a smell of something burned permeated the place, before an employee ran toward Mr. Walker, clearly upset and already knowing it was going to be a long day.

At the end, Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace were the main culprits. They wanted to experiment with their powers, and Jackson couldn't control the water well, bursting the plumber and Grace couldn't control the electricity well enough, making it that the items that she was charging went up in flames, and an outlet of electricity got the rest, expanding the damage to the rest of the building.

- If you told me, I would have prepared a safe environment just in case… - Mr. Walker started reprimanding them, which at least looked embarrassed enough. Then, an explosion resounded, shaking the hotel. A long sigh scaped Mr. Walker, already tallying up the people who would be able to do that.

He guessed correctly, and demigods from Athena and Hephaestus joined Jackson and Grace in the punishment.

Rule 25: Keep your room tidy.

The Ares floor was… a disaster zone. Grime was everywhere, could see some marks that I didn't want to know how they happened… Definitely, it was a reason why the cleaners decided to skip the Ares floor, and tell Mr. Walker, which was seeing the disaster zone, with his staff on hand. The demigods from Ares were lounging there without a care, not seeing the impending doom.

Mr. Walker stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed before using a button of the staff. Then, screams were heard from the Ares floor, along the sounds of… waves? Then, the typical sound of a washing machine before the sound indicating that was finished the process. The doors of the elevator opened, and Mr. Walker saw a different disaster zone.

The Ares floor had been washed like it had been into a washing machine, the demigods on the floor and with some foam from the cleaning water. They also had bruises too from being throw out by the motions of the cleaning floor, and all of them were dripping water. Just when these demigods thought it was over, the cleaning crew attacked with brooms and cleaning tools.

After that, they kept everything at least tidied up and somewhat cleaner.

Rule 34: Never stay on the bar when the gods start drinking.

The gods were on the bar, drinking their nectar and boasting around. Small talk was made, while Mr. Walker was sipping a bit of wine while relaxing from the work of trying to keep the hotel afloat, without anything coming down onto his head.

Then, the gods invited Mr. Walker to a game of poker. It was fun… The first minutes. Until somehow, the gods seemed to get drunk, if that's possible. Or maybe they were taking the mickey out of Mr. Walker. But the bets went from chips to things the loser had to do. It led to some funny situations, until the gambles were skyrocketing in danger for a mortal.

To be fair, he tried to get out by that point, insisting that he needed to sleep. But no mortal can say no to determined gods wanting to party. The next morning, they found Mr. Walker naked on top of the bar, sleeping in a position that no mortal should be. The gods responsible weren't there.

No one had been able to get Mr. Walker to say what happened, and the gods responsible for that condition didn't tell anyone… To his knowledge of course.

Rule 11: No fighting outside the arena with weapons.

The hallway was filled with cuts and broken things, the two demigods that were fighting lined up, with cuts and bruises from the fight. Mr. Walker was in front of them, while a demigod of Apollo was treating these cuts and bruises.

- There is an arena for a reason. It has medics in waiting for treating your wounds, and you can go all out there without damaging anything. Now, you are lucky that you didn't harm yourselves in this. After he have treated you, you will have to repair everything of this floor, and will work at the hotel for a month without pay. – Mr. Walker said, clearly upset, wanting to drive the point home. It was dangerous, and it was enough that he had to let demigods go on dangerous quests that could make them die.

Then, another crash was heard, and Mr. Walker sighed. How was Chiron able to keep his head after taking care of demigods all these years? He would have to ask him when he came to visit the bar one night.

Hope you enjoyed them! Now, see you later!