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dontcallmetheodora:
… Fine. But only because this game is starting to sound fun.
“Youuuu are my new best friend.” Diego grinned, giving her a great big thumbs up. “I totally forgive you for completely kicking my ass that one time.”
dontcallmetheodora:
Good think this isn’t a serious talk, you just need permission.
“Still not sure that would work.” Diego sighed. But it was better to ask permission than to ask forgiveness from a god. “Maybe...you wanna come with me?”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
“… Do you do this a lot?”
“What? Give girls flowers?” Diego asked, laughing a bit. “Do I look like a guy who does smooth things like that?” He said, overly adjusting his glasses as if to make a point.
dontcallmetheodora:
No shit. Warm and fuzzy or not, I don’t know how you could forget your parent is hanging around.
Either way, shouldn’t those blood ties make him more likely to help you get your approval?
“You’d think, right?” Diego asked, swallowing hard. “He’s definitely not the warmest of fuzzies. Does not translate into good father son talks.”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
“No.” She said quickly, eyes widening, trying to nip that at the bud before it could get track and become a disaster. “No, not at all. I guess I’ve never gotten a flower for… being a decent person?” Maybe this was a Greek custom she didn’t have a clue about. “I think you’re the one being nice, actually.”
“Well, you have one now.” Diego smiled, shrugging his shoulders once more. “The world could always use a little more kindness, right? And that’s a Demeter kid flower. Those suckers last forever.”
dontcallmetheodora:
Why do I have to come? He’s your dad.
“Shit...” Diego murmured as he realized she was right. “I....kind of forget that. Like all the time. He just doesn’t scream ‘dad’ you know?”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
“Are people not usually nice to you?”
“No, they are.” Diego assured her, laughing slightly. “Why? Am I giving off big total loser vibes?” He teased, grinning.
dontcallmetheodora:
I don’t think so. It’s more important that we’re training and staying active, right? But I guess most of the stuff we do has some sort of myth attached… Maybe you can dig one up, just to be safe.
“Maybe,” Diego started, a thought forming in his head. “We could ask Mr. D? He likes PacMan.”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
“A flower?” Valeria stretched out her hand and plucked the flower from his hand, twirling it in her fingers. No one had ever given her a flower before. “Sure, I can take this, but I mean… you really don’t have to pay me back. I didn’t do anything.”
“Then take it as a thank you for being nice.” Diego shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. Goofy demeanor gone, Diego’s serious side was...a strange sight indeed.
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
Given how fragile the Roman-Greek relationships had been until recently and how drachmas had no worth in New Rome, Valeria doubted it. She hadn’t been expecting to get paid anyway. “It’s fine. I’ve gotten you no answers, so you don’t owe me anything.”
“Are you sure?” Diego asked, raising an eyebrow. He dug around in his pockets. There had to be something...”Oh, how about this?” Diego reached down to pick a beautiful yellow daisy sprouting from the ground. Thank the gods they were so close to the Demeter cabin. Diego smiled and handed it to her. “As a place holder, until I can actually pay you back?”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
Valeria raised an eyebrow, having no idea what he meant by that, but amused at his innocence. “Like the Roman currency.”
Diego nodded vigorously, understanding now. He reached into his pockets and pulled out...”Well, I have a few drachma...maybe there’s some sort of currency conversion center in New Rome?”
dontcallmetheodora:
Yeah! Now that is a game the campers are gonna want to play. You passed this by Chiron yet?
“N-no...but I think he’ll dig it.” Diego assured her, putting his plans in his pocket. “Just because it doesn’t have Greek ties doesn’t mean he’s gonna say no...right?”
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
“Do you even have denarii on you?”
“What, like the yogurt?”
bastian-jones:
“Percy would’ve been perfect for that, he held the weight of the sky once… Or Q. Or Harley, in a couple of years. And Wes had some arms, but he left before the summer…” Apparently Camp was a bit short on strong guys. Go figure.
“Maybe Paolo? He likes to brag about his arms ever since Will stitched them back on his body.”
“You know what?” Daphne decided, nodding her head. “Anybody who wants to do cheer, should do cheer. That’s what it’s all about, after all.”
dontcallmetheodora:
It would have to be a quick, whoever gets first hit is out type of fight. Not a fight to the death thing. And maybe whoever is Pacman doesn’t get to start with a weapon, they have to find one along the way like he finds those fruit.
“Oh yeah!” Diego agreed, scribbling down on his notepad once more. “And when Pac Man picks up the big dots, you know the ones that turn the ghosts blue? The ghosts have to drop their weapons.” Diego grinned, showing her his plans.
Wait. You guys don’t have saunas?
valeria-da-silva:
Diego looked like such a sad, disappointed puppy. It was hard, and even a little uncomfortable to watch. She sighed. “You’re not much of an optimist, are you?”
“The stupid belt does something. Put it on, use it. That’s the most practical way to find out: in action.”
Diego looked up from his thoughts, remembering she was still there. He didn’t answer her first question, surprised that she’d even asked it. He was known for being a happy go-lucky guy, but not as of late...apparently. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He murmured. But he just couldn’t use it...not yet. “Thanks for your help...again. What do I owe you?”
dontcallmetheodora:
It could be great, but there’s gotta be some action. When was the last time we had games here that didn’t involve some sort of fight?
“Well...” Diego thought for a minute. “The ghosts try to eat you, right? Maybe there’s something there. They can fight...or something.” Diego hummed, making some more notes on his pad. “It’s not all the way there, but I’m working on it.” He insisted.
