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Assignment 7 – Join Twitter; post at least three tweets. Follow Dr. Telcom and your classmates. Interact with at least five of your classmates' posts. Everything should be mortal safe.
Account: Sea Prince Son_Of_Neptune
Banner: [Image description: The photo of an orca in full breach from the last round of IG posts, without the edits]
Profile picture: [Image description: a picture of an orca "smiling" taken underwater from only a few feet away. The water is crystal clear and well lit.]
Location: The Pacific Ocean
Biography: I have no idea what I'm doing here.
Tweets: 5; Following: 26; Followers: 386
Son_Of_Neptune Son_Of_Neptune
I'm on Twitter
Shares: 0; comments: 0; Likes: 4
Son_Of_Neptune Son_Of_Neptune
REDare Now what am I supposed to do?
THE Rachel Elizabeth Dare REDare
Son_Of_Neptune First, fix your name
THE Rachel Elizabeth Dare REDare
Son_Of_Neptune Second, fix your bio
THE Rachel Elizabeth Dare REDare
Son_Of_Neptune Then post whatever. Twitter is mostly random nonsense and petty drama
Sea Prince Son_Of_Neptune
REDare Should we petty drama?
THE Rachel Elizabeth Dare REDare
Son_Of_Neptune You were a hamster and your (step) father smelt of elderberries!
Sea Prince Son_Of_Neptune
REDare guinea pig get it right
Sea Prince Son_Of_Neptune
REDare I fart in your general direction!
Percy looked up when the iris message shimmered into being next to him. The Historiae was better than anything assigned in any of his mortal history classes, but he still didn't mind being distracted.
"Hey, Percy! How's west coast life treating you?"
"Hey, Rach! It's so much better than high school! How's Paris? How's camp? Has your dad gotten over your decision to take a gap year yet?"
"Paris is amazing, but camp is positively boring this year without you guys. It's been a whole two months since I've delivered a prophesy. And I think my dad's just happy that I'm doing art school and high profile charity work rather than going out of my way to embarrass him for being a corporate asshole." She peered into her side of the message. "No Annabeth today?"
"It's her day at Berkley. She hasn't moved into the library there yet, but that's only because the Librarians can sniff out students hiding in the stacks at closing time better than most monsters I've fought find demigods."
"I'm not surprised." They both laughed.
"I'm impressed with how your Instagram is coming along. You've got some really great pictures."
"I cheat. I can remove silt and particles from the water, so everything is clear. And then most sealife is happy to pose for me, so I get good pictures easily. I think Mel is ready to strangle me."
"It's not just the pictures, it's the engagement. You're good at getting people to interact with your posts."
"Do people actually want that? I'm just trying to not fail my class."
"Having a lot of followers and engagement is a matter of bragging rights for some people; for others it's how they make a living."
"Seriously?!"
"Sure. Get enough followers and companies will pay you to wear their clothes and use their stuff and go to their restaurants."
"That's crazy. Do you do this? You have a few million followers."
"Nah. Instagram throws money at me occasionally, and I take it because it's better than letting them keep it, but my trust fund covers my needs. I encourage my followers to volunteer and donate to charity instead."
"This is all so weird."
"Speaking of, I meant it when I said we should do a collab. We can spend a couple of hours picking up underwater garbage, and maybe we can get some people to donate or volunteer to do the same."
"Cleaning up a river means spending those hours underwater. I can keep you in a bubble, but then we can't take pictures without it being super obvious that there are powers involved."
"I can scuba dive, Kelp Head. I'm not completely dependent on you."
"You can?"
"Sure. I had to do something with all that 'family time' in St. Thomas. I'm only open water certified, but I figure you can keep me out of trouble if we run into anything I can't handle."
"Did you want to come out here? Or Annabeth and I will be back in the city for Thanksgiving."
"I can be in the city for Thanksgiving. How about the Hudson? I bet it could use it."
"It could. But it'll be freezing cold and filthy. Are you sure?"
"I'll get a dry suit."
A/N: What is time, anyway? The unofficial timeline puts Percy's birthday in 1993, which would make college Percy too young for most of the main social media sites to have taken off. Setting this in the present means everything can be dismissed as AI and all the main social media platforms are dumpster fires. I'm going with vaguely pre-pandemic. I've been using the 2017 UCLA Berkeley academic calendar for reference, but I'm not limiting myself to that date. The only hard rule I have is that this is set before the nazi bought twitter.