//since the Percy Jackson reboot seems to be a pretty big thing in this universe, there’s now going to be a convention. all of u will meet there and that’s where u find out about the names and such fading
(YES!)
(Ok. @TurtleOfFreedom , I hope you're a fan because I've never read the books or seen the movies)
(Yeah the movies suck but the books are awesome)
(The movies deserve a reboot.)
The movies are absolute trash
I petition that they should be called the Perry Johnson movies
//they don’t even deserve to be called trash
(I second that petition and will glad sign it.)
“Cool! What are you studying?”
"I'm taking the Arts and Humanities course."
“What kind of art are you into then? I’m a senior by the way.”
"I'm doing English Language and Literature, and I'm applying for an extra Linguistics course."
“That sounds like a lot of fun.”, she grinned. “I’d like to study poetry and planetary astronomy.”
Mila nodded, impressed. "Nice mix."
“That sounds like a lot of fun.”, she grinned. “I’d like to study poetry and
Mila nodded, impressed. "Nice mix."
“Thanks! My turn, I think.” She thought for a moment. “If you were given three wishes that you could only use for yourself, no saying ‘I wish for world peace’ as amazing as that would be, what would the wishes be?”
Mila smiled. "Nice question. I'd ask for… a cabin by a lake, a chef and a full scholarship to [amazing uni name ^^']."
“I’d love to live next to a lake.” She smiled. “I’d wish for one of those house-boats, my own little art studio, and…….” She cleared her throat, looking away. “I’d wish for my brother back.”, Morrigan whispered.
That hit home for Mila. "I wouldn't have wished for my mother back. She hated life."
Morrigan swallowed. So do I. Except now., she almost said. “I’m sorry for your loss.”, she said meaningfully. “My brother didn’t— my brother was killed.”
Mila grimaced empathetically. "What happened?"
“I—- I’ll tell you later.” Soulmate or not, they had just met. “It’s nothing personal i promise .”
(@IrisWritesTrash r u on?)
Mila nodded. "I get it, don't worry. My turn, I guess then." She looked around. "Comfort food?"
“Hotchhocolate, but made from bitter dark chocolate. I don’t know if that counts as a food.”, she answered, glad they’d moved on.
Mila pffted. "Of course it's a food."
She grinned. “What’s yours?”
“Estin can you come down here?” Cassian called from the downstairs.
Mila inhaled an imagined smell. "Cheddar, butter, and pasta."