This is the post I use when I don't trust Squee :| [W4, Late Tuesday Night]

[hydrokinetics]

[Late Tuesday night? Late Tuesday night. Percy can probably be found skulking around in the graveyard again because he's a sad sack. But he's definitely alone, comfortable enough to leave Mrs. O'Leary behind with Harry for a short time.]

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[sheriffexe]

[ He'll find something by Annabeth's grave, then.

A wooden box, fair of size and closed off completely. There's a note on it. ]

For you, kid.

- Hal

[hydrokinetics]

[...he raises an eyebrow because he's a little Concerned, but at the same time he knows if he doesn't trust the Sheriff he's going to get fucked. So yeah. He's going to make sure he's 100% alone and see if he can open the box. Can he? What kind of closed off are we talking here, ominous voice?]

[sheriffexe]

[ He can! It won't take much work to pry open the box, just a harsh tug to rip out the nails but it can be done by hand.

Inside is where the real good stuff is. The first thing Percy will notice is the incredible amount of blue inside. Just, blue everywhere. When he looks closer, he'll see it... actually looks a bit like a care package. There is blue gatorade, blueberries, blue candy of all sorts. There are blue cakes and blue popcorn and even a large tub of blue... ice cream? Better get it somewhere cold fast before it all melts. There is blue yogurt and blue cookies and more blue juices too.

It's just a very packed full box of blue food.

Cheer up, Percy Jackson. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[Well then yeah, he'll be prying the box open. He doesn't give a shit about his hands.

And. He. Is just sort of staring? He's staring at the fact there's a whole bunch of blue food (and he vaguely wonders how the Sheriff knew that, but then again he also brought a fucking horse into his room yesterday, who knows his sources?) There's a weird amount of silence...before he just starts laughing. It's quiet and probably a little hysterical but it's overall appreciated. He knows Hal won't hear him, but:]

...I get it. Thanks, man. [Everything's fucking awful still and blue food won't bring Annabeth back alone, but...it's a nice sentiment. If it's not poisoned. And even if it is he'll eat it anyway. Thanks Hal. Or...whoever? It's too optimistic to think it's who he would want it to be from but...sure.]