[To be fair, at least he didn't wake up screaming. He wouldn't exactly call the nap restful, but it's more sleep than he's had in the last couple of days and that's enough for him. It's almost by coincidence that he wakes up when he does because he figures it's almost time for everyone to start gathering together for the meeting he was calling.

With that thought in mind he lays there for a few moments, wiping sleep and fatigue from his expression as he pets Mrs. O'Leary's head and allows himself time to process what they're doing. It's only for a few moments though before there's a knock on the door. He remembers telling Noctis to come by a little earlier when he'd told him about the meeting originally. He figures this is it, and so he's up and opening the door.]

I'd say "right on time" but I have no idea what time it is. [Please ignore his hopeless bedhead, Noct, he's trying.]

[He and Natalie had spoken about gathering together a small group of people to talk about the game and figure out their next steps. Pool together information, you know? It seemed logical. Natalie was logical in ways that Percy wasn't, just like Annabeth was logical in ways Percy wasn't and Percy was more emotional in ways the girls weren't.

After the events of this week, it's almost emotion that drives him to cancel the idea all together. Without Annabeth, was his part in this game even important? Did it matter to keep trying? Everything felt like it had fallen apart. People were dead. People were hurt. People, murderers were walking free and it was his fault they didn't come to justice.

Natalie had told him to take the night off on Saturday, but too much energy and pent-up anger led to time with Harry and Jason. Noctis and Percy always touched base, and Milla was always the one with the good questions, Natalie's suggestion for this meeting.

It's much later than he'd hoped. It's evening by now and it was an accident that he fell asleep that afternoon after three straight nights of not sleeping. He still looks to be a mess, but there are new bandages on his hands and he doesn't quite smell like booze. He's exhausted, hair ruffled and still sporting dark circles under his eyes, and yet there's what looks like a pizza on the table and a few drinks as he gets the five other people involved in the room.

Harry, Noctis, Natalie, Jason, Milla. Yeah. He trusted all of these people enough. A group of six suited Percy just fine.]

...thanks for showing up, guys. After everything it's...this probably can't wait anymore. Last week, Natalie and I thought it'd make sense to get all of us together and start brainstorming how to get out of this game. [There's a pause and a swallow as he regains control again.] This weekend was really, really bad for all of us. We need to start putting together the pieces of what we already know and see how we can fix everything.

What do we have so far?