( the silver lining in being abducted, having his hair haphazardly shaved ( albeit much shorter but still wild ), and not having a clue what’s going on is that he’s not in a red sox jersey. his shirt has the decency not to broadcast boston’s baseball team. it’s the little things in life. percy can’t have the yankees but the gods have allegedly given him this one teeny tiny victory. he’s still lost, compelled to push open the door to a sports bar and make with the social. the need to map his surroundings and to locate anyone familiar doesn’t up and disappear, rather it becomes his secondary goal.

( go inside and you'll make some new friends. )

he’s never been in a bar before, not in any context that counts. he should be caught up in the marvel of it all. alcohol, pool tables, adulting, oh my! he’s not. percy sweeps his gaze over the room and claims the nearest empty spot at the bar, preemptively assessing the person beside him. leaning on his elbows, peering not unlike a puppy, he doesn't hold back. )

Hey, are you going to eat that? ( too late it’s already in his mouth. )

( you know what’s awesome? not doing anything. that’s exactly what one percy jackson is indulging in on day one in the safehouse. he should be up, he should be resisting, asking questions, slamming his shoulder into the door to get out — something. he will however not be doing something. he’s content to park his butt on a cot with his arms crossed behind his head while he counts specks on the ceiling. it’s possible this a result of someone telling him to calm down ( and sure, he’ll go with that ) but this is his jam. someone particularly observant might catch the tattooed trident with the letters SPQR and one line on his left arm.

if you’re especially lucky, you’ll catch him cracking an eye open between dozing off and pressing his cheek into the inside of his bicep to preach the good word. )

These are prime napping hours. You’re missing out.

( for someone that crashlanded in a world of new norms and taboos, he’s the epitome of culturally insensitive. miss him with these fertility symbols, dudes. when he gets the freedom to explore after his typical four-day lockup, he takes full advantage of the opportunity to walk among the people and see what they’re into. percy doesn’t expect that to mean following a string of paintings and sculptures until finally, he cannot even. he has regrets about going outside. )

What? That’s not—why?

( someone should tell him not to pick things up off of altars. )

What was wrong with the top hat? ( and then, under his breath, hopefully not while dropping the frog figurine to place it back where he found it, ) Michigan J Frog is packing.

( yooo i'm open. if none of these strike you, write your own. hmu for plotting at talldarkandgay if that's more your style. )