http://seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-03-10 10:07 am
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Salle | Afternoon | Thursday | March 10

Yesterday, Percy had gotten the good news that Grover, Grover who he hadn't seen in nearly a year save for Iris messages, had gotten permission to leave Camp Half Blood for the school's Parent's Weekend. Excited, Percy had forgotten to let Grover in on some of the oddities about the island (and, well, Luke and Nico) and was only now realizing that. Oops. Hopefully Grover would forgive him and wouldn't try and kill Luke.

Percy had come down to the salle not to work off stress but to get some exercise, get his muscles humming and work up a good sweat since he probably wouldn't be doing a lot of sparring this weekend. Sword out, he was smoothly slashing at the dummies. Even Percy himself could see that his skill with the sword had improved for the last few months.

Of course, just as he was gloating to himself, he swung Riptide too low and it clanked angrily against the floor. That threw off Percy's balance and he nearly went face first into one of the hacked up dummies.

Oops.

[Salle's open, of course]