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Hi Leo

[wokethedragon]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Okay, so downtown Manhattan isn't exactly the closest place to Long Island Sound. That would be fine if Leo could take the dragon, but Chiron wouldn't allow it. A car was good enough, he reasoned. Apparently the centaur is not so well acquainted with a certain affliction known as motion sickness. Although, who would expect the kid who flies a dragon without a problem to have issues with a freaking car, anyway? Even to Leo, it's weird.

He'd still rather walk.

Unfortunately, it's not an option. So he's trying to flag down a cab so they can get it over with. It isn't going so well. ]

[wokethedragon]

[If there is one good thing about the Mist, it's that sometimes the disguises things take to the mortal eye are helpful. Unfortunately, no amount of dressing as a socialite would convince Chiron that the mortals would see Drogon as one of those dogs that's small enough to carry in a purse. If he wasn't allowing Leo to fly them in on his giant metal dragon, he certainly wasn't allowing Dany to bring her real dragon along.

She follows her brother's motions, standing next to him and raising her arms.]

I'm afraid this isn't working the way we'd hoped.

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He huffs in frustration, letting his arm fall to his side as yet another cab passes them by. ]

No kidding. What's the point of having these things if they don't even stop for you?

He should have at least let us take one of the pegasi.

[wokethedragon]

I agree. I know Silver would have been more than happy to take us home.

[This isn't working out the way they'd planned at all, and Dany huffs a bit, looking around.]

Perhaps we should find a hotel room, if we can, and send Chiron an IM saying we'll be back tomorrow. I don't even think trains would run this late.

[commandertoolbelt]

What about a bus? Is it too late for that?

[ It's been a while since he came to New York, but that doesn't mean he's familiar with Manhattan. Bunker 9 doesn't have any maps or schedules for public transit lying around.

A hotel's sounding good, though, and he's certainly not liking the idea of wandering city streets at night. Been there - wasn't fun then, wouldn't be fun now. If it were just him, he'd deal with it, but Dany shouldn't have to. ]

If they're done for the night, we'll find somewhere to stay.

[wokethedragon]

I suppose not, though I'm not even sure where the terminal might be.

[She's only been to manhattan with the camp a few times, and one of those times was spent fighting against the forces of Kronos, so she doesn't exactly know her way around .]

Perhaps it would be best to petition to Lady Hestia. I doubt a hotel would provide a room to people our age without...interference.

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Well, that puts them out of luck. He's even less familiar with the city than Dany. ]

And how do we do that, exactly?

( dean )

[excusing]

[untameimpala]

Right, who needs sidewalks when you have tightropes?

[ Dean stares at the folks up there, completely unsure of what to make of the scene. This is way different from anything he's dealt with, that's for sure. What, are they too good for gravity or something? ]

[excusing]

It looks like a big performance art stunt or something.

[ Not that Heather really knows what performance art is but, you know. ]

I think it looks cool, but I do not have enough faith in my sense of balance. [ It's okay. She is well confident in everything else. ]

[untameimpala]

Me either. There's no way I'm going up there.

[ He's going to have to before this is over with, isn't he. Dean turns his eyes to the rest of the town, noting empty sidewalks but busy streets. So there's people on the ground, but they won't walk on it. ]

Must be a pretty talented town if that's how they all get around.

hehehe

[clearasil]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ If this is his reward for coming back alive, Leo can finally understand why Percy Jackson gets himself the next best thing to dead so often. Could he maybe order another three quests? 'Cause this? This is great. Awesome, even, he thinks as he presses her up against he worktable, hands slipping under her shirt.

Oh, yeah. Bring on the near-death experiences. He can use some more of this, for sure. He doesn't even care that the entrance to Bunker 9 is still wide open; it's just him and Natalie, and that's all that matters. ]

[clearasil]

[ Percy tends to get a grateful girlfriend who will flip him over her shoulder for getting himself into such a situation. Leo just gets someone who thought he'd be back earlier, pictured the worst possible scenario for him, and nearly fell over when he and the rest finally showed up at the gates.

Natalie hates waiting. It had been really bad when Enjolras was gone for an extended period of time but her boyfriend?

As soon as they get a moment to themselves, she's launching herself at him instead of the other way around, knocking some tools off the worktable when she bumps against it, black denim skirt hitched up a little too high over her dark blue leggings. Hesitantly, she drops a hand from running through his hair to lean against the table, hoisting herself up. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ One of his hands moves to her thigh, helping keep her steady and maybe sliding the skirt up a little more. Every time they part from a kiss, he mumbles a breathy apology. They'd run into some trouble; his arm still hurts under the bandages, but there's a good distraction in front of him now, and he intends to take full advantage of it. ]

[clearasil]

Geez, are you okay?

[ She laughs quietly, only then realizing how many injuries he has. Natalie rests a hand gingerly over one of the bandages, dropping her gaze briefly to inspect him with a tiny, concerned frown. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He pulls his arm away, giving her a playfully annoyed look. ]

I'm fine, Nat. It's just a scratch.

[ Now can we get back to the fun part, please? That kissing thing is pretty awesome; how about they do that some more? ]

[clearasil]

[ For a moment, she looks as if she's seriously considering his question before rolling her eyes. ]

I guess, if you really wanted since you were on a quest and everything. [ Sigh sigh. Translation: yes, please. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He grins, kissing her hard on the lips. Natalie is the best girlfriend ever, he swears. On the River Styx, even. ]

[clearasil]

[ Careful, she almost says, raking her fingers through his hair instead. Her other hand sneaks under his shirt, lingering somewhere over his abdomen and traveling further up his chest absently. There's something she was supposed to remind him about, but that can wait until later. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Who cares about being careful? He's alive, he's home, he's got his girlfriend here in his arms... Is there a better welcome home present? Leo can't think of one, but for now he has one hand on the small of her back while the other slides down her leg. ]

[clearasil]

[ She has secured him between her knees, grinning stupidly into each little kiss and losing herself in every longer one. Quietly, she makes a happy noise from the back of her throat, sliding her fingers up the back of his neck and cradling his head. Easily, it all says more than she wants to let on: she missed him terribly. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ That's a comfortable position, as far as Leo's concerned. He smiles into the kiss, huffing a laugh at that little sound and pulling her closer. When they do break away, even for a second, he sounds smug as he says: ]

Missed you, too, Misty.

[clearasil]

Sure you did.

[ Natalie agrees, wrinkling her nose as she smirks at him. Playfully, she kisses under his chin, making her way around his jaw until she can nuzzle under his ear. See? She's totally affectionate when she wants to be. ]