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[fromolympus]

open event starter: (0/4) location: the beach during the thalassa celebrations what: clyde in interview mode because he's curious

landing on the isle of olympus just as the thalassa games and consequent celebration were set to take place has added an extra layer of wonder and merriment to the whole ordeal. clyde, despite not really competing, still cheered on his brothers who managed to claim a victory. the energy was so infectious he couldn't help but be moved.

now things have wound down some, and the night sky is reflecting off of the shimmering waves hitting the shore nearby, providing comforting white noise that filters out some of the music and chatter happening all around.

it's the perfect backdrop, strangely intimate, calming. clyde is dressed in a suit, as he usually is, dress shoes and all, but he's sat in the sand without a care in the world. there's an ambrosia beer in his hand as he looks out at the waves, taking it all in. he hasn't drank much up until this point, always careful to be composed, and his stutter is a tricky thing that lessens drastically when he's tipsy but becomes stubborn if he drinks too much. it's a balancing act.

the ambrosia makes him chattier than he usually is, and that's saying a lot. he turns to the man sitting nearby, and purses his lips in thought before speaking up. "so, remind me again...did your team claim a victory today?" he takes a sip of the beer and leans back with an easy smile. "and who is your godly parent? that still feels like such a strange question to ask, but it's a part of our realities now, isn't it? it's a lot to take in..."

clyde wants to pick everyone's brain, know everything there is to know about this other worldly experience. maybe even share it with the world someday. his fingers itch to pull out the notepad in his breast pocket, practically burning against his chest, but he refrains. he quirks a brow, and offers a warm smile, knowing he's getting ahead of himself, but he can't help it. "what does being a demigod mean to you? a super powered being plucked from normalcy..." a question he hopes to find the answer to himself. he laughs softly, "uh, sorry, i'm clyde, by the way. son of hermes. new here."

[buchananfay]

@caleblxfeuvre

Freya stepped back and forth staying in a small area of the training room, throwing her left arm across her chest stretching out the muscles. Holding her arm for half a minute before swapping to her right; Fay was curious as to who would be sent to help with her training, she knew it was necessary but who. 

[dannyatkiins-blog]

@rllybadluckcharm

Honestly, Danny wasn’t sure how he had managed to mess up quite this badly. Things had started simple enough, he’d brought his laundry down to Camp because he knew how the system worked better, he had set his two week old pile of dirty tee-shirts in the machine and added the correct detergent and tablets and powder. And then turned it on. For the first ten minutes things seemed to be going fine. Then the bubbles started. Before he knew it the room was filling up with water and suds and – was that glitter? “Ahh!! Stop! Stop! How do I make you stop? Oh gods where is the off switch!?” He was shouting at this point, trying to be heard over the fizzing and popping of the bubbles that were nearing his chest. It was amazing no one had turned up to investigate yet.

[1captainjordan4]

Day 3- write a compliment to Matt I love how you always stay positive and you dont quit even tho everybody else did i just really admire you ! and i hope others do too, you're just a great cinnamon!

[dannyatkiins-blog]

@wreckommended

It was getting silly now, Danny decided. He had tried a variety of different tactics of removing the wall, from kicking to asking a Hephaestus kids for some help. In retrospect he should have known that asking the wall to remove itself wasn’t going to work, and yet, he had tried it anyway. Feeling responsible for it – it was after all his own fault – Danny had returned once again to his little dream creation in an attempt to get rid of it. Todays tactic had involved him trying to push it over, with no luck. Now he was sat on the wall, hands on his knees and considering taking a nap. Maybe he could dream up a mini wall destroyer? “Why wont you just...disintegrate?” he asked, a pointed glare at the stones of the wall. 

[fromolympus]

what: open neon city starter, clyde excited and using technology for a moment. where: the busy streets of tokyo at night

clyde is holding his phone up, back camera pointed to his handsome smiling face as he chatters away rapidly, walking with a quick pace. he knows he looks like some kind of influencer type, or a youtuber, but he's just glad to have technology on his side for a moment so he doesn't have to write everything down. he wants a record of everything, it's important to him. 

the bright lights of the tokyo skyline at night bring something out of him, just like when he was growing up in new york city and getting lost every now and then. always after a new experience. some adventure of some kind. now he and his fellow demigods have been let loose upon the neon city. it's exciting to say the least. 

he realizes one of the guys is walking right behind him, and he slows down, angling his phone so he'll be in frame too. 

“say hey! i'm doing a video diary!” clyde has on his best anchorman smile as he turns to the man, “how are you liking tokyo so far? it's pretty incredible, isn't it? i haven't been here since i was a kid. where is the city taking you tonight? if you don't mind my asking, of course!”

he waits for an answer letting people pass them on the street. maybe he can hitch himself to this guy's plans and see where the night takes them. 

[fromolympus]

"You looked at me like you wanted to say something else." - clyde & hank for: @ichorlacedblood

the statement catches clyde off guard for a moment, making him blush and laugh softly to himself. it's not the first time he's been called out so directly like this, he is from new york, after all, but it still makes him pause and gather his thoughts whenever it happens. 

and he had been staring once their brief interaction had concluded, clyde is anything but subtle, no matter how hard he may try. 

“just wo-wo-wo,” he sighs, and swallows, “wondering what your favorite spots around the island are.” he chides himself mentally for getting caught up in the nerves of talking to a handsome guy that had the guts to call him out on his shit. 

“-you know, since you've been here longer than i have. i still haven't explored everything. and you look like you like to have fun, figured i'd ask.” 

“i've asked a lot of people,” he adds, cringing at himself. “i mean-i'm collecting data, in a way, you know.”

clyde smiles, blowing out a breath to steady himself, “so, you said you're a son of ares? what's that like? i imagine you're an expert fighter or something along those lines?” he's a rambler, but hank gave him the opening, so he's taking it.