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Who: Percy Jackson and YOU
What: nightmares
When: nightmare plot
Where: Percy's mind
Rating: PG-13 for now; Possible spoilers for PJ&O and Son of Neptune

[This is a familiar dream for Percy: he's done it many times before. Percy is in a straitjacket and is being forced to take a standardized test. The teacher supervising him is a harpy-- those who paid attention during Camp Half-Blood will recognize it instantly.

But there's probably going to be more. There usually is in his dreams]

[Confinement | Drowning | War | Death go tag!]

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We're at war. [he checks the cell phone before dropping it back on the ground]

We should keep moving. Someone used that cell phone recently.

... Alright. [she's seen enough spy movies to understand the reasoning behind that, at least]

Where to now?

I need to find my friends. I'll take you somewhere safe, first.

[there might be burning smells close by, but Percy doesn't seem to notice it]

[she does, but just attributes it to the fight that's obviously happening]

I'm fine. What about the people in the cars?

They're asleep. We can't do anything about them until we stop the Titans.

I can't [won't] sit around somewhere while you run off doing whatever that is!

Hey, if you want to take up a weaon and fight with us, you're more than welcome. I can see which team needs an extra hand.

[actually stops in astonishment for a moment, having assumed that he would be more likely to want her kept out of the way]

Yeah, sure, I'd be up for that.

..So, where's your weapon?

Doesn't matter. I'll find one along the way.

Okay. Better take my shield for now. [he holds it out]

[eying the shield carefully]

What about you?

I can't get hurt. [because in this dream he's back in time, mentally] Plus I've got Riptide to beat back the bad guys.

[the assertion makes her wonder. But he's seemed certain when it comes to how he's going about this, so she accepts the shield with a nod of thanks]

Okay. Think of it as me holding on to it until you have use for some protection.

Suit yourself. [they continue on, and run into a wounded satyr. The goat-legged creature will look familiar if she remembers Camp Half-Blood]

Crap. We gotta get someone from the Apollo cabin over here. He's hurt bad.

[once again, she takes a while to get herself together -- back at camp, she didn't really cross paths with satyrs, and Percy's concern is what makes her realize he's an ally]

Let's split up, I wouldn't know where they are anyway. I'll tend to him.

Listen, call me if you run into any trouble. Just grab the nearest cell phone and dial this number. [gives her the phone number] But once you do, get rid of the phone. Got it?

Got it. [moving over, so the satyr is within reach] You take care, too.

[the second Percy is out of sight, an urn appears in the nearest car. Miki will also see sleeping loved ones in there with the urn]

[this just gets weirder and weirder...

she clenches her jaw, fighting the urge to reach for them the way she failed earlier. The satyr takes higher priority right now]

Edited 2012-10-16 03:29 (UTC)

[yep that urn's just gonna sit there even as she helps the satyr. And off in the distance, there are clear noises of battles]

[Sayaka's getting disturbing feelings -- the bizarreness of everything is making her tension rise, and the longer Percy takes to come back, the more worried she is that she could have seen him off unprotected into a fight or something. He did say he can't get hurt, but she has no idea how true that assertion was.

For now, she can only occupy herself with stopping the satyr from bleeding (or, well, bleeding worse), because she can't seem to draw upon her magic for fixing him completely.

... And not get distracted by that urn, dammit]

Th...thank you. You're very kind. [the satyr smiles weakly at her. He seems to be doing better.

Percy returns with a young man close by his side]

How's he doing?

[oh, good. Her relief is probably obvious] Still conscious.

Did you two make it back alright?

Yeah. He's gonna take over now. [he paused, staring at the urn, his face turning pale]

We should go. Now.