the first log ;

[thalassino]

Who: the Head Priestess of Vatheon, Thalassino, and new arrivals.
Where: In front of the great coral in the center of the city.
When: Midnight, the first night.
Rating: PG-13 for safety.
Summary: You just arrived here, little foreigner, and the kind hearted head-priestess is here to make sure you're still alive. To start the log, I'll be using a

Comments

[seaoversky]

[Percy, to his credit, doesn't freak out at the feeling of being wet or ill. He sits up, and blinks, willing his clothing dry.]

I... I think I'll be all right.

[Hmm... he can't tell where under the sea he is. ... That's worrying.]

[seaoversky]

It... just is.

[HE'S NOT GOOD AT POP QUIZZES. ;A; ]

[aimforthesun]

[Staaaaaaare.

... Well, Billy's calming down a bit now. That's... probably bad for you. :D]

... Not very eloquent, are you?

[seaoversky]

That's not my specialty, no.

[He's a son of Poseidon, not a son of Apollo. :T ]

[aimforthesun]

Then what is?

[seaoversky]

... Fighting?

[And talking to horses. :3 ]

[aimforthesun]

[... Please repeat that.]

[seaoversky]

[...]

... What?

[aimforthesun]

... What are you, some kind of gang member?

[Sure doesn't seem like one.]

[seaoversky]

... No.

[His mom would kill him. D8 ]

[aimforthesun]

A boxer, then? Are we playing Twenty Questions now?

[... Doesn't look like that either.]

[seaoversky]

I'm a student.

[aimforthesun]

And your specialty is fighting.

[... This is so relevant to the current dilemma at hand. :D]

[seaoversky]

That's a side skill.

[Look just because being the son of Poseidon was a full-time job lately, doesn't mean it always is. ;; ]

[aimforthesun]

Right...

[Bright smile, get. :D]

Sure you're not a gang member?

[seaoversky]

I'm sure.

[SO MUCH TROUBLE HE COULD GET INTO IF HE TOLD YOU. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, MAN. D8 ]