So how much can these things pick up, anyway? Like, it’s not going to accidentally pick up your grocery list or whatever and broadcast it to the whole world, right?
[ Not that he’s got anything to worry about. No embarrassing thoughts here, no way, none at all. Like that time he walked out of the forge in just his underwear because he forgot they weren’t fireproof…
Please tell him it didn’t broadcast that. ]
Or if you’ve just come up with the world’s greatest joke! What if it gives away the punch line and ruins it?!
Prompt D;
[ Alright, alright, who thought playing with rotten food was a good idea? The smell is so overwhelming that Leo wants to run away screaming, but that would mean never returning to the shopping district ever again, and he needs supplies.
Supplies that are now generously covered in gourd goop. Wonderful. At least monster dust eventually went away. ]
This is so gross, [ he groans, trying to gingerly step around the stuff, but no matter how hard he tries, there is no stepping around it. His shoes are already coated in the stuff. ]
Where’s Percy when you need him? He could just wave a hand and wash all this junk away.
[ And probably the entire shopping district with it, but beggars can’t be choosers. Leo is not looking forward to cleaning this up, and he knows for a fact that his tool belt doesn’t carry the sort of cleaning supplies to handle this kind of mess. Or nose plugs, apparently. After a little digging in the pockets, however... ]
Aha! Air freshener! This is perfect!
[ You know, aside from the fact that it’s one air freshener versus the entire shopping district. Better than nothing right?
Except that no one seems impressed with his helpful addition. And since he doesn’t have anything else to do until he gets those supplies, Leo sighs and resigns himself to cleanup duty. Which is totally unf But he still doesn’t have the supplies, so he flags down the next person he sees. ]
Hey! Cleanup in aisle five! Got any idea where I can find a mop? Or maybe a water hose?
Prompt F;
[ There’s something about street performers that always catches his attention. It’s not that Leo’s into acting or whatever (he’s not, even if he does show a flair for the dramatic when the moment calls for it), but it doesn’t hurt to stop once in a while and see what show they’re putting on this time.
That is, until they ask for volunteers, and he’s immediately out of there. Except that they’ve already picked him out of the crowd, and ugh. ]
Nope. No way. If I’m getting dragged into this, I am not going alone.
[ He is definitely not sorry for whichever poor soul happens to be standing next to him. Once they’re given their cues - something a heroic battle between good and evil. He can’t even get comedy? - he flashes them a grin. ]
Lucky for you, improvisation is my specialty. [ Time to put his game face on! Reaching into his tool belt for an impromptu weapon, Leo brandishes a screwdriver and falls into a battle stance that Coach Hedge would be proud of. ] Come at me, bro!
leo valdez | heroes of olympus
So how much can these things pick up, anyway? Like, it’s not going to accidentally pick up your grocery list or whatever and broadcast it to the whole world, right?
[ Not that he’s got anything to worry about. No embarrassing thoughts here, no way, none at all. Like that time he walked out of the forge in just his underwear because he forgot they weren’t fireproof…
Please tell him it didn’t broadcast that. ]
Or if you’ve just come up with the world’s greatest joke! What if it gives away the punch line and ruins it?!
Prompt D;
[ Alright, alright, who thought playing with rotten food was a good idea? The smell is so overwhelming that Leo wants to run away screaming, but that would mean never returning to the shopping district ever again, and he needs supplies.
Supplies that are now generously covered in gourd goop. Wonderful. At least monster dust eventually went away. ]
This is so gross, [ he groans, trying to gingerly step around the stuff, but no matter how hard he tries, there is no stepping around it. His shoes are already coated in the stuff. ]
Where’s Percy when you need him? He could just wave a hand and wash all this junk away.
[ And probably the entire shopping district with it, but beggars can’t be choosers. Leo is not looking forward to cleaning this up, and he knows for a fact that his tool belt doesn’t carry the sort of cleaning supplies to handle this kind of mess. Or nose plugs, apparently. After a little digging in the pockets, however... ]
Aha! Air freshener! This is perfect!
[ You know, aside from the fact that it’s one air freshener versus the entire shopping district. Better than nothing right?
Except that no one seems impressed with his helpful addition. And since he doesn’t have anything else to do until he gets those supplies, Leo sighs and resigns himself to cleanup duty. Which is totally unf But he still doesn’t have the supplies, so he flags down the next person he sees. ]
Hey! Cleanup in aisle five! Got any idea where I can find a mop? Or maybe a water hose?
Prompt F;
[ There’s something about street performers that always catches his attention. It’s not that Leo’s into acting or whatever (he’s not, even if he does show a flair for the dramatic when the moment calls for it), but it doesn’t hurt to stop once in a while and see what show they’re putting on this time.
That is, until they ask for volunteers, and he’s immediately out of there. Except that they’ve already picked him out of the crowd, and ugh. ]
Nope. No way. If I’m getting dragged into this, I am not going alone.
[ He is definitely not sorry for whichever poor soul happens to be standing next to him. Once they’re given their cues - something a heroic battle between good and evil. He can’t even get comedy? - he flashes them a grin. ]
Lucky for you, improvisation is my specialty. [ Time to put his game face on! Reaching into his tool belt for an impromptu weapon, Leo brandishes a screwdriver and falls into a battle stance that Coach Hedge would be proud of. ] Come at me, bro!
wildcard;
[ go for the gold! ]