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The Demigods and the Blue Box Part Seven

The Demigods and the Blue Box Part Seven

“Then it looks like you two are coming along for the ride,” Annabeth told the two brothers. “Now let’s build us a miniturization ray.”
“Good,” the Doctor said. “You lead the way.”
Annabeth took the lead and walked in long strides directly away from the massed demigods and partway into the woods. “There’s a special lock on it that they think will keep out the other campers. Apparently they’ve never heard of Tetris.” Annabeth tinkered with the lock for just a few seconds before the door swung open and the four were allowed inside.
“Oh, yes!” the Doctor said, clapping his hands together. “Now this I can work with!”
The interior walls were made from bronze, although from the outside the exterior had been built to blend into the forest better. Every wall was lined with shelves and shelves of various tools and pieces of metal, and evidently the shelves hadn’t been enough as there were tools littering the floor, as well. Blueprints for inventions were scattered on tables and quite a few were in crumpled up balls by each corner of the room.
Seth and Aaron glanced at each other through the corners of their eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” Annabeth warned, squinting slightly at them. Both boys sheepishly grinned in response. “We don’t have much time. Doctor, what do you need?”
“I’ll need those sheets of bronze and that box of screws, that motor over there, a coil of wire, that old-timey telephone-”
“It’s an iPhone 6!” Aaron protested.
“Exactly like I said, old-timey,” the Doctor replied absentmindedly. “While you collected those I can use these things over here to construct a few amateur photon defluxers-”
“Amatuer? Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of professional?” asked Seth.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Let’s see you build a couple of photon defluxers out of nothing but a few pieces of 21st century scrap metal.”
Seth rose his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok, whatever you say.”
“Good! Now get that stuff together. And Annabeth, this is where you come in, the object itself is going to be about a meter high and a third a meter around, like a kind of cylinder. Figure out a way to transport that and aim it.”
Annabeth grunted. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” Actually she wasn’t sure exactly how she was supposed to devise a means of transportation for a device she didn’t even think existed much less seen, but she wouldn’t say so to any of these people. She’d come through. Annabeth looked all around her, and all set to work.
The clock ticked steadily. Each resounding [tick] pounded harder than the last on Annabeth’s temple. 1381 seconds had passed, exactly. 23 minutes. And they had only been given 43 to stop the dinosaur. They were running out of time.
Annabeth continued to try different styles of transport, hastily glancing to the Doctor now and again to see exactly what she was trying to do. The fragile nature of the ray made normal braces impossible, but without it, the device would fall and break. It was too heavy to simply be lifted and dragging it would scratch it too badly.
Sweat gathered at the nape of Annabeth’s neck and she inattentively tied it back into a ponytail with a blue hair band she kept in her pocket. The bronze walls gave the Toolbox a steampunk feel, but they didn’t help release heat. Four people actively working under pressure inside of it were already causing a light layer of mist to appear. Annabeth shuddered to think of what the Toolbox was like chock-full of Hephestus kids.
10 minutes left until they needed to be using this thing. Subtracting 5 minutes for running across the camp, that left 5 for building. Annabeth was pretty sure she’d come up with a decent form of transport. Now she needed to build it. “Doctor, how are you doing?”
“The photon defluxers are done. Working on the final product now. You?”
“I think I’ve figured out how to do it. I just need to put it together.”
“Great! This’ll work out.”
For all of their sakes, Annabeth hoped it would.

 
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Posted by on January 29, 2015 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Percy Jackson

 

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The Demigods and the Blue Box Part Four

The Demigods and the Blue Box Part Four

Part Three of this series can be found here.

“So you’re saying a Tyrannosaurus Rex just popped over from the past and decided it would be fun to attack my camp?” Annabeth asked, her right foot tapping away on the dirt and trodden-on grass.
“Well,” the Doctor replied slowly, bobbing his head every which way in hesitation. “Kind of. Well… Sort of. Well. A little bit. Somewhat not. It’s all very wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, much too difficult for demigods such as yourself to understand.”
To that Annabeth felt her face flush and her foot’s tapping stopped with one final thud. “I am a child of Athena, goddess of wisdom! It is I who has been trusted with rebuilding Mount Olympus, and I who aided Percy Jackson in fulfilling the Great Prophecy! I have little doubt that I will be able to wrap my head around whatever it is you have to explain to me, and I strongly advise against slighting my intellectual capacity again.”
The Doctor rose his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Not too difficult then.” A moment of silence passed.
“I’m waiting,” Annabeth pressed.
“Oh, right, yes, of course! I don’t know.” The Doctor clapped his hands together and smiled broadly.
“You don’t know?” Annabeth asked incredulously. “That’s not hard to understand. What’s hard to understand is how I ever found you useful enough to call you here in the future if ‘I don’t know’ all the help you can give me.”
“Oh, no no, perish the thought! I don’t know now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t know later. That’s part of the fun! Not knowing and then knowing later on. I’d think a child of Athena would know better,” the Doctor chided softly.
Annabeth nodded. “I get it. It is fun. No one understands that quite like an Athena child.” A thought struck her. “Are you a demigod?” she asked.
“A demigod? Me?” asked the Doctor.
“Yeah. Well, are you? A child of Athena, for wisdom, or maybe Hermes, for travel. Zeus maybe, for the sky. Possibly Hephaestus, for the gadgets and technology. Which is it?”
“I’m not a demigod,” the Doctor said.
“You’re not a mortal,” Annabeth retorted.
“No, you’re right, I’m not. I’m not a demigod, I’m not from Tartarus, and I’m not a mortal. There’s a fourth option.” The Doctor coaxed her to figure it out.
Annabeth rose one eyebrow. “Not a demigod, not a monster, and not a mortal. Fourth option. Something else. You… You’re an alien, aren’t you?” Annabeth phrased if as a question, when really she already knew the answer.
The Doctor nodded. “Yep. Timelord of the planet Gallifrey, eons and eons from here. I’m the last of them.”
“And you’re here to help the Grecian demigods of earth?” Annabeth asked.
“It’s what I came for,” the Doctor responded with a nod and a smile.
Annabeth’s eyes left the Doctor and focused instead on the dinosaur that was coming their way despite the demigod warriors who swatted at its toes like mosquitoes at sunset. Annoying enough that the dinosaur was defibitelg agitated, but not enough to do any real damage. “Then help me kill this thing,” she demanded.
“Woah, woah, woah! Not so fast there!” the Doctor said. “You American types, always jumping right to the fighting part. We don’t want to kill it, what did it do wrong? We want to take it back home.”
“What it did wrong is attack my camp,” Annabeth retorted. “And how do you expect to take it back to the past? With your ship? It’s not nearly large enough, even assuming I believe you when you say it travels in time.”
“You’ll be surprised what fits in there,” the Doctor chuckled to himself.
“It doesn’t matter how space effecient you are if it can’t get through the doors,” Annabeth reasoned.
“True. Which is why we need to move to Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B? Annabeth asked, a little more respectfully this time. She left a goodly amount of incredulousness in her voice, however. Didn’t want the Doctor getting too cocky.
“No idea,” the Doctor replied.

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2014 in *Le Fanfic, *Le Percy Jackson

 

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To Bake a Blue Cake: Part One

To Bake a Blue Cake: Part One

Percy paced in his room anxiously, buried in a mess of tangled thoughts. It’d been a month since the Battle of Olympus, and he and Annabeth were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Percy felt he should be doing something. Should he be doing something? What should he do? He didn’t know how to be a boyfriend! What are boyfriends supposed to do?
Standing in front of the giant Poseidon statue in his room, Percy continued to think out loud. “Well? What do you think, Dad?” The statue didn’t move. Apparently Poseidon had better things to do that day. “All right, all right. I need some serious help here.” But who to ask? He needed somebody on the inside. He needed a girl.
But Annabeth was the only girl he could ask about stuff like this. And it’s not like he could ask her. Percy snapped his fingers. He knew where to go.
Lacy. An Aphrodite girl, Lacy would know exactly what to do in this type of situation. And, unlike most Aphrodite girls (in Percy’s opinion at least), Lacy was a regular person. Not like—here Percy shivered—the new cabin leader, Drew. He’d have to steer clear of Drew while talking to Lacy.
The next morning, after breakfast and cabin inspection, Percy hid behind a tree near where he knew Lacy would be coming. As she came around he called to her. “Pss, Lacy, c’mere! It’s Percy, Percy Jackson?”
After looking around a bit Lacy stepped closer. “Of course I know who you are, silly. You saved the world and got a girlfriend all in one go! You’re all they’re talking about in the Aphrodite cabin. What I don’t know is, why are you talking to me?”
“Well, that’s just it. I got a girlfriend, and, well, I’m just not very good at this. What do boyfriends do? Do they do anything? C’mon, Lacy, you’re an Aphrodite girl! You’ve gotta know something! Help me out here!” Percy tried to keep his pitch down so that he wouldn’t attract attention, but the desperation in his voice was clear.
Lacy glanced around nervously but all the while smirked mischievously.
“What?” Percy asked. “What is it?”
Here Lacy blushed loudly. “You! You and Annabeth are my OTP, and now I actually get to help you out! But Drew can’t see us. I’d get in SO much trouble, you just have no idea.” Percy hadn’t a clue what the heck an “OTP” was, but he could only assume it was good. Probably some sort of Aphrodite code thing. But she was willing to help! That was a start.
“Oh, well, ok then. I don’t need to keep you for long. Just, what should I do?”
“Well, normally I’d say flowers, but flowers just don’t seem good enough for this particular ship. Do you have any special moments with her? You must have had some kind of a romantic scene already.” And how in Hades did boats work into any of this? Percy decided to just ignore it.
“Um, well, we did have the one underwater kiss, and-” He stopped halfway through when Lacy started jumping up and down.
“An underwater kiss? Oh, that’s so great! Ship, ship, ship! Ok, ok, I’m good now. Moving forward.”
“Um, and right before that she gave me a blue cupcake that she and Tyson had made. You know, for my birthday.”
Lacy snapped her fingers. “There you go! You need to bake Annabeth a blue cake to return the favor. Oh, it’ll be so romantic! And of course you have to be alone when you show it to her, and then you can offer to reenact the underwater kiss. That should do it.” Lacy looked to her left and right again and sheepishly waved. “I’d love to help, but Drew would just KILL me if she found out I talked to you. Good luck!”
As she quickly fled the scene, Percy waved. “Thanks!” he whispered loudly. Now to bake that cake. And apparently he needed to be alone when he showed it to her, which meant that she couldn’t know until he’d finished. Which meant he’d need somebody to distract her. Which meant…
Grover.

Return next Thursday for To Bake a Blue Cake: Part Two!

 
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Posted by on March 13, 2014 in *Le Percy Jackson

 

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