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[sciencewhizard]

[ So the question Wally really wanted to ask here, after having been settled in his suite by those lovely, if odd-looking things that brought him from some palace, was- did they really expect him to buy the whole "in-between life and death" thing? This felt way too real, compared to that time he had been stuck in the Helm of Fate, even though he could feel pain in that instance.

If this was something remotely like that place inside the Helm, anyway, it was a lot better decorated. Empty blue space could get really old, really fast.

Still. He wasn't too impressed with the story as it was told to him, and he figured he'd test the waters on this network. ]

So, introductions are in order. Name's Wally West. I'm sixteen years old and from Central City. [ ASL, much? ]

Anyone want to tell me how far we gotta row a boat out til we hit the studio door? [ As if this were a movie about some reality TV show, obviously. Seriously, though, he was rolling his eyes a bit. It probably didn't help that the last thing he could remember before arriving here was a mission going sour due to someone's insecurities. Duplicity, which he figured was being dished out here, was not doing anything to make his mood any better. ]

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[kelpful]

[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.