and maybe some day i'll believe that we are all a part of some bigger plan.

[ripstides]

CHARACTERS: Percy, Annabeth and Wichita
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: will update as they come
SUMMARY: Worriers are worrying and someone's getting their drunk on. Again.
NOTES: after this ic inbox thread and Wichita's post! because magical space timelines.


[ he doesn't know about Annabeth but the distinct lack of elevator music in the lift is enough proof for him to believe that this land isn't beyond the gods. any more small pleasures they have to offer on the way to blow the doors down, he'll take those too. it's the least they're owed for their troubles.

but for now, he's content with leading the daughter of Athena down a hall with laced fingers. it's never been this quiet before, he doesn't think. any time he's shown his face in the bar, there was noise. if he was walking by, or stopping in for a second, he heard the roar of the music. he hadn't enjoyed the tunes to begin with but Wichita must have liked something about them, to stand it. it's gone now. Percy finds himself wishing for anything. techno, ancient disco, or that stuff that phone operators and elevators hold the copyright on. anything, really. he squeezes Annabeth's hand for good measure and smiles like here we go, an effort to look happy when he doesn't know what they're going to find behind the entrance.

Mrs. O'Leary shakes her head behind them, something he'd never notice if not for the rattle of the collar Beckendorf made for her years ago. she chuffs at the closed door, ready to nose under it and that's all he needs is for her to get excited enough to knock it down. so he's announcing their presence before his hellhound has the chance. ] Wichita! I know you're in there. Open up. I have a delivery from the Awesome Express.

[ no, Annabeth, he is ignoring that funny look because Wichita said she wouldn't be great company, which is why he brought the whole gang. and the awesome. he's going to need all the help he can get for cheering her up. ]

Comments

[oikodomae]

[Annabeth lets Percy lead down the hallway and towards the bar, having never been to it herself she doesn't have much of an issue. Percy seems to know where he's going, which makes her wonder - as most things do these days - but she lets it rest. Instead, they stop right outside and Percy takes a moment to pause, pause and stare at the door, before he's squeezing her hand and giving her one of those smiles he gets when he's trying to feel brave, trying to make himself feel better, and she squeezes back just to let him know she's here.

He's worried about Wichita, and while Annabeth hadn't commented on the network post (she figured Wichita had enough people trying to get her to stop drinking) she'd seen it, seen Wichita's reactions. Annabeth was worried too, but she was going to be okay with leaving Wichita to her grief. Except Percy can't do that, not when his friends are hurting, so she agreed to come with him. And while Mrs. O'Leary moves around impatiently behind them, Annabeth turns to rub the side of her giant face, shooting Percy a look at the awesome express comment.]

Percy's here too. [She adds with a grin; turning back to face the door with her hand still linked with his.]