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seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It was warm enough to head to the beach but Percy wasn't feeling like walking all the way into town today. He still wanted to be in the water but the beach meant sand in his shoes and salt water in his eyes. Of course, chlorine wasn't much better but it was closer.

So, Percy took himself down to the pool and, after stripping down to his swimsuit, jumped in. He did a few lazy laps, just enjoying how being in the water immediately made him feel stronger and more at home. After those laps, he let himself sink down to the bottom of the pool.

And that's where he was now, just sitting cross legged on the bottom of the pool, having no problems with that whole breathing thing.

Son of Poseidon and all.

[Open, sure]

Current Mood: calm

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave Nelson was a coffee junkie. But he was a nice junkie. (...Who just happened to cut himself a deal with Anakin Skywalker himself with the condition that he share some of the coffee so he could get others hooked. He still thought he was being nice and spreading joy, even though he was keeping a sizable amount of the stuff for his private stash.)

So now that he had enough coffee to pass around, he set up a little brew house in a supply closet on the third floor. And while he was in there anyway, he just happened to find an old stereo and strobe light in the closet. So it wasn't long before Dave had set up a rave in the common room.

Techno beats were thumping, the lights were flashing, and once you dropped the $2 cover in the jar, you could get all the coffee you could drink. Although supplies were limited.

[OOC: Open for ravers and/or complainers alike! ~~Please wait for~~ minor and very presumptuous OCD is up.]

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

[Subtitle:The Part of Marshall Wheeler Will Now Be Played By Sidney Crosby]

Marshall flopped down on the couch in front of the television, grabbing the remote and hitting play. It was time to watch, dissect, and criticise last night's game!

Not that his coach hadn't already reamed him out for that stupid, stupid play in the third period that almost lost them the game, but when you were the captain and star player, you carried that responsibility. No matter what secrets you were carrying, no matter what was weighing on your mind.

No matter how hard it was to keep your eyes off your teammates in the showers.

But! Now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to sit down, watch last night's first period, and think about how awesome he'd been.

[Like this will surprise anyone. I thought about using hockey icons from Score!, but I couldn't resist recasting as Crosby. ;) ]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Lately, Wesley had ~~handwavily~~ come to the shooting range less and less, so making the plan to teach Percy a bit about marksmanship was a relief in more ways than one: first, he had the opportunity to help someone out, which was always nice if a bit rarer than he'd like, and second, he could practice and let off some steam himself. All in all, it was a good plan.

While he waited for Percy to show up, Wesley practiced firing his gun at the target, satisfied when he hit it every time.

[[Open, expecting one.]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Yeah, screw going outside.

Luke was not happy to find that they were yet again in someplace cold when it should be nice and hot 'cause it was July. He hated and was not wanted back at camp but he was a bit nostalgic for Mr. D and his ability to make the weather nice wherever he went. Staying in his room wasn't an option considering his roommate made everything colder, so Luke grabbed a blanket from his room and shuffled down to the common room to spend the afternoon watching action movies.

Anybody that knew what he did in his free time might've thought the imagery here was a little weird but, whatever, he was comfortable.

[The cr is open, yep]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet week for Wesley, all things considered. So after his second class of the week on Thursday, he made his way up to the common room and, after briefly pondering the potential things he could do, decided to make eggs. Yes, it was evening, but that wasn't so strange, right? He felt odd, cooped up here, and a part of him was remembering how Angel and Cordelia always made eggs after a successful hunt. It had been so long since he'd last done that, and today's discussion of rogue-demon-hunter-ing had only reminded him.

He took his own portion of what he had made and left the rest plastic-wrapped on the counter, then went to sit on the couch. He ate and texted Cordelia, hoping to hear some sort of tale he could experience vicariously.

Wait. Impregnanted with a demon baby? That didn't sound good.

[[Open common room with semi-sulky ex-Watcher!]]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

The practice dummy made a poor substitute for what he really wanted to be stabbing, to be honest. What he really wanted to be stabbing lived three floors up and had completely turned his back on everything Percy thought he'd face down and get through. He'd put his faith and his belief in the wrong person and it had backfired.

It was his fault. With a violent swing of the sword, Percy buried the blade in the side of the dummy's neck. He pulled it out and stepped back, falling into a fighting stance. Last night, he'd thought about going home for awhile and trying to find and end this with his Luke quick. There weren't any differences between the two Luke's in his head now. That's what he was forcing himself to believe, at least.

Percy kept swinging and slicing and stabbing, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his brow away with a swipe of his hand. He kept ripping the dummy apart and knew his focus was lost. If this had been a real opponent, he'd have been dead but it wasn't so he was still alive.

It'd be a miracle if he stayed that way before this summer finished. He already wanted to kill someone that lived across the hall and he knew that wouldn't be taken lightly.

[Salle is open, boy is tetchy]

Current Mood: pissed off

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy hadn't been able to shake the bad feeling he'd had ever since Luke had left. There was just somethings stirring in the pit of his stomach that was telling him that Luke's trip home wasn't just a normal trip home. He tried to ignore it, forget about it, and trust that this Luke wasn't his Luke but it was getting harder and harder as the days passed. He couldn't really talk to Grover about it and he definitely couldn't mention it to Annabeth so instead, he was down in the salle, trying to stab the hell out of a practice dummy.

If all of this crap lately was doing anything, it was improving his work with Riptide. He was quicker, sharper and he even thought he could take Luke right now if the other boy happened to stride in, all cocky and self assured. Really though, Percy would have liked Luke to just appear and help him get rid of this stupid feeling.

But, Luke didn't show up and Percy was starting to work up a good sweat while he went through his exercises. He would have thought his focus would be shot to hell but hey, apparently it was fine tuned and aimed straight ahead.

The bad feeling was still there though.

[Open, of course]

Current Mood: worried

godofxbox

Now that Alex was back to being a real ~~boy~~ god, he wanted to resume the interrupted process of getting to know his fellow campers. And he'd never really done the sitting around a campfire singing songs or whatever thing before. Yes, he'd cooked things over a fire before, but that had been, like, antelope while he and his dad had been in Africa. So, once he'd recovered his stuff from the dorms, he'd tromped into town and bought an assortment of things that went on sticks and got thrust over a campfire (enough to share around, of course), and was currently attempting to fashion some sort of method to cook a Pop-Tart over the fire.

If that failed, he could always make an entire meal out of S'Mores. Maybe he'd eat a hot dog, too, then he'd have all the major campfire food groups, right?

((Open campfire is so very open!))

whitequeensfire.livejournal.com

Angelica was feeling a lot less skittish than she had a week ago upon arriving in Fandom. Everyone had been so nice, and she didn't have to deal with Empath and Roulette trying to embarrass her in class (even if said classes were very weird). She knew she had to be careful about her powers and making sure she didn't hurt anyone, but making friends wasn't bad, was it? Ms. Frost might beg to differ.

After her class that morning, she decided to investigate the common room and the television it contained -- she'd never seen one so fancy before and with so many channels to choose from. There was some show about models she'd never heard of on one of the channels. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she decided she had to root for the redhead to win.

[Open! Yes, her cycle is on Oxygen right now, so I couldn't resist.]

Current Mood: good

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Percy had been the salle. He'd come down maybe once or twice during the break weeks but other than that, he'd taken those weeks to just relax and enjoy not having any responsibilities. Now, with classes back in session, he'd forced himself to get back into the habit of training. He really didn't need Luke poking at his stomach and telling him he was getting soft. That'd just result in Luke's unfortunate death via drowning.

So, he was working himself up to a sweat today. The poor practice dummy was the unfortunate victim and Percy felt about as good as ever with Riptide in his hands. In his mind, he let his thoughts wander. He saw the labyrinth and Luke's ship. He saw Pan dying and Grover's grief. He remembered Bianca sacrificing herself and the anger Nico directed at him after that. He could see Annabeth and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sniping at each other and he could remember the utter devastation when his mother had been snatched by Hades. It seemed like so long ago but it wasn't.

And Percy knew it wasn't over. He drove the sword viciously into the dummy and left it there with only the hilt exposed. He wiped his brow and stretched tense muscles. Well. He'd be feeling this tomorrow.

[Open salle, open post]

Current Mood: frustrated

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Obligatory holiday call to Ellie down, and Chuck had taken his book and a 'breakfast' of a glass of Jelly Beans outside and found the he could add Peeps to the menu (so long as he was quick enough to get hold of them before the three second rule applied). The island didn't want him to be healthy today, so who was he to try and derail that plan? Seemed awesome to him.

He didn't have any grand ideas for ways to spend the day, so he was keeping it simple flopped out on a lounger with a book. It was pretty decent out for now, and he'd decided to relax and enjoy it.

"Eddard, " he mumbled through a mouthful of Peep, "you don't let your kids keep a direwolf, that's a terrible idea..." Even while reading, Chuck was physically unable to keep from talking, even if no one was likely to be listening.

[[Yeah, this would be a combination of Method RP and canon. Open!]]

Current Mood: cheerful

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

After recovering from eating doughnuts with Leo, Luke decided a workout was probably in order. He was probably gonna end up going down to the salle anyway out of sheer boredom but he liked having a reason to be down there. Gave him something to work to.

He spent some time doing some simple exercises before getting into practicing against the dummies. As per usual when he was working alone, Luke sort of went into autopilot when it came to training. He sliced through the dummies easily and with a lot of skill, but his head was off somewhere else, thinking about everything from the work he had to do back home to Katniss's problems to what the hell he was gonna eat for lunch later. Before he knew it he had worked up a pretty good sweat and the dummy he was wailing on was worse for the wear.

After a few minutes he took a break and wandered over to the practice swords, inspecting them to see if they were good enough to teach with or if he'd have to go back home and steal another one.

[The salle is open, of course]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

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]

Current Mood: working

vanillajello

Kate had probably never needed a hug this bad in her entire life. So of course she was in the salle bright and early, stabbing and slashing at practice dummies. That made perfect sense, didn't it?

Last night after the portal in the park, Kate had come back to the dorms, turned off her phone despite it telling her she had a couple of voicemails, taken a quick shower, and then just fallen into her bed, completely wiped out. Sleep had come quickly, but she was still exhausted when she woke up. It was all emotional, though, and that was why she'd come down here, and was also fully intending to stay here all the way until lunchtime. Combating emotional exhaustion with its physical counterpart was totally healthy, really. So was tiring herself out so she wouldn't even notice who was in class with her after lunch.

She'd stuck a note (Down in the salle, K) on her own door on the off chance anyone would want to find her. Not that she didn't expect anyone who knew anything about how she dealt with stress these days to know the salle was an excellent guess. She also trusted people she didn't want to see right now to not come looking for her.

Yesterday was not how her supremely non-romantic Valentine's Day was supposed to go. So die, dummies. Die.

[ooc: The post is open for all your salle/Kate-bothering needs! ~~I'll be AFK for a class in my afternoon, but other than that~~ I should be aroooound all day.]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

After meeting Leander earlier in the day, Percy wasn't about to stick around his room and wait for more kids to find him. He'd herded Leander (and dragged Jason along with them since he was the other dad) down to the pool since any kid of his probably liked the water.

Once down there, he'd taken the time to call Luke and both invited him and told him to find Nico since it wasn't like Percy could snap a note up to Ethan's mother. Sure, neither Luke or Nico were big fans of the water but wasn't a pool supposed to be a good way to entertain kids so their parents could spend time beating their heads into the walls or something?"

Percy wasn't sure but being around the water relaxed him enough that he either thought he could deal with the horde of demigod kids or he could make Jason or Nico or Luke deal with it because he had the water as backup. One or the other.

[Percy's here for the two demigods, a Robin, and aaaaaaaaall their kids but the pool's open!]

Current Mood: okay

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Getting to the salle had been an ordeal today. Percy had found himself having to dodge little flying men that kept trying to shoot arrows at him. They were small enough and he was quick enough to dodge each shot but they were persistent little dudes.

Eventually, Percy had used Riptide to fend them off and keep them away from the salle so he could train in peace. That didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the door and windows in case they wandered in and tried to shoot him in the ass while he was slicing up a practice dummy with Riptide.

That'd just be embarrassing. He'd had one person profess love to him last Sunday and he'd actually liked that one. He didn't need to end up declaring love for a practice dummy. Having the radio broadcast that would just be awful.

[Open place, open post]

Current Mood: productive

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy supposed he could be down in the salle, training his ass off but he'd woken up feeling lazy and hadn't been able to shake that feeling for most of the day. He had managed to visit Mrs. O'Leary and he'd actually jogged a bit outside since the temperature was fairly mild but that was all the activity he'd planned for today.

So, he'd bought himself a pizza (large so he'd have leftovers which was a trick he'd learned from his mom) and set himself up in the common room with some loud action movies that lacked a plot. First up? The Stone. He'd seen this before but it'd been awhile.

Pizza in hand, Percy settled back for the movie. Sometimes it was nice to forget all the problems surrounding his life.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: content

deaths-demigod.livejournal.com

The thing about days off from classes was that Nico ended up way more tired than the days he had classes. Luke had kicked his ass in new and inventive ways today that really had Nico repressing the time he'd seen a different Luke use some of those moves. It was a terrifying thought that he wasn't having. Taking Mrs. O'Leary out for a run had helped a little, but after getting cleaned up he just didn't feel like hanging in his own room.

Nico clicked on the common room television and promptly lost the remote, meaning he was just going to sit on the sofa and zone out to some channel entirely devoted to food preparation. Eh, Nico supposed there were worse things to stare at, but the old lady obsessed with butter reminded him of Demeter and the way she force-fed him grain. So disturbing, but better than thinking about his own cousin issues.

[Open CR is open.]

Current Mood: disturbed

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

As much as Luke hated waking up early, he was willing to do it if that meant he could get training and showering out of the way early so he had nothing to do but sit in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Yeah, huge task, odds were he was going to die a very painful death, should be working, he knew that. But there was football on. Playoffs. Just because the Patriots were out of it didn't mean he was gonna stop watching. He was a son of Hermes; he liked to watch all teams equally, and without prejudice. Mostly. He'd be okay with the Jets losing. They sucked.

Deciding to leave the TV in his own room to Nico, Luke headed down to the common room to watch both games. He raided the kitchen for soda and candy before flopping down on the couch to watch TV. He was sorta getting M&M's all over the place since he wasn't paying attention while he was eating but, whatever he'd clean it later.

[Post is open, yes]

Current Mood: lazy

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

The cold clung to Faramir as he returned with Baru to the warm dormitory stables. Despite the chill, he had spent most of his morning out, needing the air and chill to numb thoughts of Gondor. He knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, being homesick was normal but it was rather pointless as were any further thoughts along that line. Boromir would have laughed and hit him over the head before dragging him off for a ride over the Pelennor fields.

So Faramir had done the nearest thing he could accomplish here and his heart did feel lighter as he set to grooming Baru, singing of Númenor as he set to the task.

[Open, sure sure.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

In the morning, the phones didn't seem to be completely haywire anymore, which was good. Or the people -- he'd never actually figured out whether it was the phones or the people going crazy, but he was going to guess the phones.

He went to the common room and made some tea, filling up the entire pot in case anyone else came because he was considerate like that. Not considerate enough to make coffee too, though. That would require a whole different level of consideration.

He settled down on the couch with his tea, idly flipping through channels on the TV. He'd never actually managed to catch something good this early in the morning, but maybe he'd be surprised.

[[open for your common room needs! and any "wtf was that voicemail about" inquiries are more than welcome!]]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy made sure to get down to the salle a little early just so he could go through some warm ups since he hadn't kept up with his training very well over break. Riptide went from pen to sword easily in his hand and Percy held it loosely while he adjust his armor.

Yes, he was wearing armor. He was about to spar with another demigod and he didn't want to end up with an arm sliced off or a kneecap severed or something. Plus, he liked the armor. And despite not having practiced for awhile, he fell back into the old routines easily.

Now, he was just swinging Riptide and waiting for Nico and anyone else who might wander their way down. He was ready to both fight and take down his bitchy cousin. Hopefully he'd refrain from kneeing him in the junk.

[Percy's here for a few people but this is totes an open post!]

Current Mood: determined

likes_scoundrels

Leia had somehow managed to not have any classes until Thursday, giving her a five day weekend, which was perfect to dealing with the Senate business and other news from home she had to work through. But she was taking a break at the moment to rummage for breakfast in the common room. Distractions, particularly if they were in the shape of cute boys who hadn't found their shirts yet, would be welcomed.

[Open as a common room is; you don't need to be shirtless. ;) Save me from the @#$%^*& flowers.]

Current Mood: productive

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy's finals were all later in the week so he really had jack to do until then. He knew he could have gone and bothered Nico or Luke but he'd ended up in the common room instead. From there, he actually started cooking something for his breakfast. Considering the only thing he knew how to cook without burning something down were pancakes, it was an easy choice.

He'd clicked on the television to have some background noise and actually got distracted by some stupid talk show with the pancake batter slowly sizzling away on the burner. He would have burned it if he hadn't snapped out of the stupor.

The pancakes survived Percy's baking attempts and soon enough, he was sprawled on the couch, eating a late breakfast and preparing to watch something stupid on television. Unfortunately, when he went to flip the channel, all he got was a yule log. On every channel, yule logs. The television had just been fine but now...

This island was weird.

[Haven't done one of these in awhile so hey, open, sure!]

Current Mood: lazy

momslilassassin

Today Ben's investigation had taken a slightly different tack that just looking in books. He'd fallen back on his GAG training and was viewing the abductions for what they were--a crime.

And a criminal investigation required evidence. After scraping off rock samples from different walls in town (maybe he'd be able to discover what property was allowing those walls to grow so fast), Ben pulled his rebreather over his mouth and slowly approached the swamp near the school.

Even with the aid of the rebreather, the stench of rotten eggs was almost overwhelming. He glanced at the rickety bridge, wondering if it would be worth it to construct something a little sturdier.

[OOC: Open! Anyone want to build a bridge?]

Current Mood: working

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke didn't really mind the whole Santa hat thing he had going on right now. He liked the whole festive part of it, having very few experiences of the whole Christmas thing seeing as Camp Half Blood didn't really do much for the holiday. So, yeah, the hat was fine. He was kind of liking watching the annoyed faces of everyone else as they walked around with them on.

That was half the reason Luke had parked himself in the common room. The other half was because he was bored. And the other half was because he had found a carton of s'more ice cream that he was determined to eat himself. Yeah, that was one half too many, whatever. Math wasn't his strong point.

[omg miracle. Open, yes]

Current Mood: amused

vanillajello

Kate had been doing okay, this week, even if she'd mostly kept to herself. No rushing to Bristol, no worrying over anyone's life. Things had been... quiet. Almost mellow. And she'd needed something like that.

But this morning her nightmares had woken her up early, and they had been just bad enough for her not to even want to try getting back to sleep. Not with all that disturbing shit lurking right behind her eyelids, no thanks. So she'd slinked off down to the common room.

It wasn't too long before she had a batch of chocolate muffins done, a fresh pot of coffee (which Bod had gotten her for her birthday so it was special occasions only, though she might have been inclined to share), and a cake in the oven.

Today was Bobby's birthday, but he was only getting a couple of muffins with frosting and sprinkles. The cake was for... other stuff.

[ooc: Open common room is open, as early as it is for most of you. And now I want cake. To eat.]

deaths-demigod.livejournal.com

For once, the chill in the air wasn't Nico's fault. He didn't mind it so much, but he turned up the collar of his jacket to fit in with the rest of the world right before he walked into a shadow just off the boardwalk. Sure it was a quick trip on foot, but Nico liked shadow traveling and Mrs. O'Leary didn't mind his sudden appearance in her section of the stables.

Especially when he'd brought food to share. "How do feel about tacos?" Nico asked, holding up a steaming to-go bag he'd procured from El Burrito Loco. Mrs. O'Leary's whole back end wagged in anticipation as the demigod withdrew a shiny triangle from the bag and proceeded to unwrap it. "I won't tell Percy I gave you an extra dinner if you don't."

Yeah, because he needed to worry about Mrs. O'Leary talking. For the moment at least, the only thing Nico had to worry about was her drooling on his shoulder before he could toss the tacos toward her giant hellhound mouth. Turned out his collar had a secondary purpose - keeping the slobber at bay.

[Stable open! Note: Mrs O'Leary looks like a poodle to normal humans.
ETA: The Luke parts of the conversation are NFB por favor!]

Current Mood: hungry

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was declaring his war with the television over. The final battle? Refusing to ever turn it on again. If the television was sentient or cursed or influenced by the island, it would no longer get the satisfaction of messing with Bruce. After all, in the past few months alone, Bruce had been transported to a world full of murderous partygoers under the sea, turned into a mime, turned into a girl, and been made to rap in front of his classmates.

He was trying to take steps towards stability in Fandom to help him justify the amount of time he spent learning and training versus the amount of time he spent dealing with strange crap. While he couldn't control the rest of that without taking control of the machinery of Fandom on a complete and total level, he could simply leave any shenanigans with the television out of his life. After all, not every mystery needed to be solved. It just felt that way very frequently.

And so this morning, Bruce was eating his breakfast (oatmeal) while listening to some music (old jazz standards... Look, he just liked them, okay? So what if he had the musical tastes of somebody's grandfather). It was possible that he shot a few smug glances at the television, reveling in his victory. Possible... but he would never admit to it.

[OOC: Daylight Savings ending means I woke up at 6 on a Sunday. This is wrong. I'm making up for it with a CR post.]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Lack of sleep hadn't exactly made Luke a zombie the past few weeks. If anything it had the opposite effect sometimes, and he found himself with an abundance of energy and a ton of boredom to go with it. Working it off at the salle was the best way to spend his time since not only was it exhausting, but it was a pretty good distraction. For some reason fighting cleared his head better than anything else. He didn't know if it was a demigod thing or a Luke thing but, wherever it came from, he couldn't say that it wasn't useful. That little quirk kept him in shape and probably saved his ass numerous times.

After about an hour of non-stop training Luke decided to take a break, leaning against one of the dummies for support. Sweat was making his shirt cling to him, and he could tell that a shower was definitely in his near future. His room might've been messy but it didn't smell weird and Luke intended to keep it that way.

[Salle's open of course, but fyi I'll be afk from like 2:30-4:30 due to that class type thing]

Current Mood: productive

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

If Percy hadn't talked to Grover yesterday, he probably would have spent the entire day in the salle, swinging Riptide and taking out his mood on the practice dummies. Talking to Grover had calmed him down a little and talking to Bobby had distracted him from his issues.

Today was a different story. One class with both his cousins was enough to make him remember why his mood had been there in the first place. Couple that with feeling like he needed to make sure he could still use a sword after being a girl for two days and Percy was in the salle, already well into a workout.

He didn't know if Luke would show but he'd asked and he wasn't going to admit out loud that he hoped Luke would show. Nope, he wasn't going to do that. Percy didn't even know what he wanted to say.

Percy kept working with Riptide, swinging hard and sharp, glad to see that he hadn't lost this ability despite losing his body for two days. It made him feel a little better.

[Salle's open, yep]

Current Mood: blah

vanillajello

Kate had not been pleased to find herself still a dude when she'd woken up today. It wasn't that she had a huge problem with it as such herself, it was just that she was kind of worried for the sanity of a certain someone else.

But there was nothing she could really do about it, so she'd just wandered down into the common room and decided it was a day for baking. Everyone would appreciate chocolate chip muffins, right?

(Kate, by the by, was not mature enough to not laugh at the fact that they had nuts in them.)

A couple of batches of muffins baked and set on the counter to be taken, she flopped down onto one of the couches and started leafing through an issue of Cosmo. Trying to see if she could get a male perspective on it today.

[ooc: Yes, you guessed it, it's an open common room!]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

With an apparent trip coming up, Percy figured he should get in some training before he was off someplace else for a week. Not that he wasn't excited for that because he was but it would be a lot more open and a lot less concealed than this island so he worried about monsters picking up on his scent again.

He didn't want to be caught off guard so he was putting himself through a high energy session today. The poor training dummy he'd chosen wasn't very happy about it but better the dummy get stabbed repeatedly than some empousa or pit scorpion. Riptide was slashing and slicing through the air effortlessly and the stuffing inside the dummy was starting to fluff out and collect on the floor.

Idly, Percy realized he was going to have to try and sneak some of these things out to Mrs. O'Leary. She had to be bored without space to run around and play. He'd talk to Nico about taking her shadow traveling for fun. For now, it was all about the sword work.

[Salle's open, sure yep]

Current Mood: energetic

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

With the rain sheeting down outside and feelings of restlessness creeping up inside him, Percy found himself in the salle to work off some of the nervous energy. Parent's Weekend was creeping closer and he hadn't heard a thing from his father. His mother had called and told him she wouldn't be able to make it. Percy understood and assured her he was fine. She had Paul and she had things that were actually good now. He wanted her to be happy.

With a particular vicious overhead swing, one of the practice dummy's got mauled by the blade of Riptide. Percy didn't stop. He didn't stop when the sweat started running into his eyes or when his hand started to hurt from gripping the hilt of Riptide so hard. When Riptide's blade got stuck in the neck of the practice dummy, he stopped and blinked.

Well. That poor practice dummy had seen better days. Percy wiped his brow with his forearm and tried to calm down some. He flexed his fingers and didn't think about where all that anger had suddenly come from.

[Salle's an open place so this is an open post]

Current Mood: moody

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Luke had been putting in extra effort to spend more time in the salle since his cousins had showed up, and so far he was doing a pretty good job of it. He was still not training as hard as he had at Camp Half Blood, but most of that had been due to boredom more than anything else. He felt spending a couple times a week here was still pretty good. He could still beat Percy, which was really all that mattered at the moment.

He was allowed to be petty, dammit.

He had no specific training goal while he was in the salle today, other than alleviating boredom and restlessness. Luke was just randomly slashing at dummies without much skill, doing nothing more than working up a sweat and tiring himself out.

[The salle is open, of course]

Current Mood: productive

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Faramir's morning had consisted of a high amount of sneaking around. Well, at least a higher amount than was usual, he had escaped Maladicta's room before she'd woken up. It sounded much more exciting than it had been as she had merely offered him the spare bed once he found his roommate in desperate need for some privacy. It was almost like having Boromir here.

So now, after tending to Baru's, Faramir was in the salle, hoping that his disappearance that morning would not have angered Maladicta into standing him up. He was testing the practise blades which the school provided as he waited for her. They felt uncomfortable in his hand, their balance not quite perfect, but it seemed better to use them instead of real blades.

[Open salle, omg.]

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The last few times Percy had been in the salle, he'd been there to spar. He'd lost once and won once so he knew he could use more practice. He wanted that one loss to turn into a win even if he had to go through Luke to do it.

Going through Luke wouldn't be easy and he knew it. Luke wouldn't let him win easily and Percy didn't want him to do that. He wanted to earn the win but he wanted to know he could face down Luke, any version of Luke, and win.

Percy had Riptide out and was slashing aggressively at one of the dummies. He wasn't just concentrating on sword work though. He was peppering brawling techniques into his work out. Punches, kicks, knees and the hilt of the sword all got incorporated to try and make him a more rounded fighter.

He was going to end up tired and sweaty after this workout but it'd be worth it.

[Open salle, of course]

Current Mood: cynical

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Wesley was waiting for Percy. They had a spar scheduled and it was not going to suck this time.

The last time Wesley had fought Percy had been kind of a shitstorm. He had lost, been kind of a sore loser, and overall made an ass out of himself. Today was not going to be different. He was all set to not get beat by Percy this time. Probably. Not. But more importantly, he was not going to be a sore loser. Probably. It was all up in the air, really.

He'd spent the week practicing, like Percy had snidely suggested he should, and even practiced a bit as he waited, going through parries and sequences he remembered. He was even less clumsy than usual, which surprised even him, really, and he hoped he could keep it up.

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This wasn't the most awkward situation Luke had been in, but it was up there. Waiting around by the pool for your cousin from another universe to show up and heal you wasn't exactly normal, even for him. He was just thankful he had the option to do this somewhere other than the showers because that would have been even more awkward.

Luke was determined not to show how awkward he felt about this, however, and made himself relax by the poolside while waiting for his cousin. He was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water, thankful that this thing seemed to be heated or something.

[Luke's there for Percy, but the pool's open to all, naturally]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

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One of the benefits of being a demigod was that Percy wasn't showing any effects of his fight with Luke yesterday. He'd gone down to the beach and done some swimming which had taken care of the cut on the back of his shoulder and the bruises on his hand. Even if Luke had beaten him, Percy was glad that he wasn't going to show obvious signs of that which would bring questions which would mean he'd have to tell people what happened.

And he really didn't want to tell people he'd gotten beaten.

There was a bad action movie on the television that had gotten Percy's attention almost immediately. He spent so much time training and running from monsters that getting to just chill out and watch movies had become a rare thing. He was taking advantage of it while he could.

Even the action movie couldn't completely hold his attention so if it looked like Percy wasn't paying attention, he probably wasn't. His thoughts were pinballing around every so often. If some of those thoughts included his cousins, well, oh well.

[It's a common room so it's open, dontcha know]

Current Mood: relaxed

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It was safe to say that Percy had been looking forward to this since he and Luke had made plans. It wasn't just getting to fight someone that he could go all out against, it was getting to fight Luke. Every single time he'd come up against Luke in the last three years, it'd been when Luke had a gang of monsters and minions at his back.

This would be one on one. When he'd met Luke, he'd been easily bested, easily shown up and easily embarrassed. He'd learned though and he wasn't the same person now as he was back then. Percy didn't know if he could beat Luke but he knew he'd give him a tough fight.

For now, he was taking some easy swings at the practice dummies, warming up with Riptide while he waited for his cousin to show up.

[Percy's only gonna be fighting Luke but the salle is totes open for conversation and practice!]

Current Mood: excited

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Percy had found the salle. Unsurprisingly, he'd been looking for an easy way to let off some steam from yesterday and this place seemed close enough to the arena at Camp Half Blood that it would work.

He pulled Riptide from his pocket, watching it change from ballpoint pen to celestial bronze sword in his hands. As soon as he took the first swing towards the practice dummies, he knew he needed more practice. He was slower than he wanted to be even if he was faster than almost anyone else.

If that anyone else was Luke, that is. Seeing him had been the biggest surprise and seeing him as a younger, happier version of him was the biggest shock of all. Luke was supposed to be evil. Luke was supposed to be Kronos' vessel. Luke wasn't supposed to be here.

When Nico di Angelo being older, stronger and wiser wasn't the biggest surprise of the last few days, something was wrong. Thinking of Nico just made his thoughts shift to him knowing the future and possibly knowing the outcome of the Great Prophecy. Knowing Nico wouldn't tell him just frustrated him more.

Percy decided he'd just take it all out on the dummies.

[Open, of course. And yes, Percy really does think THIS MUCH about his cousins. And yes, he is this much of a brat sometimes.]

Current Mood: annoyed

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