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[seawaves]

I. MRS. O'LEARY'S ADVENTURE
[Lease laws. There is a big question to sit on Percy's mind today. See when he wakes up this morning, he finds his best furry friend sitting there at the edge of his bed staring at him, tailing wagging and knocking over anything in its path. Things crash, break against the floor even. He knows the only answer is to get her outside for a while.

And that's when the question hits him. Does she even need a lease? Would people care? Thing is Mrs O'Leary is an excitable dog and hungry one at that. Her nose can probably smell anything delicious a mile away, and with how energetic she was nothing was really holding her back from running up to the shop windows with food on display and licking the glass. Not really anything was stopping her from running up to people who carry food with them. Large red dog eyes would stare down as if asking permission to have what she sees. 'Pretty, pretty, please?' they could almost say.

On top of that, she wasn't exactly a poodle. Sure, back in his world, normal people saw her as one all the time, but he knows monsters here exist without mist covering up their true forms. His worry is if anyone coming face to face to her can mistake her as unfriendly. Add to that she was giant as tank with a gait powerful enough to make the ground vibrate...a little. And well. There's a concern he has with people seeing her as the hell hound she is. Even with her friendly appearance and tongue always hanging out to prove her innocence right away.

That in mind, Percy tries to stay mindful of anyone they come across on their walk and keeps up with her as best he can. In most instances he comes up running a little bit behind her with a wave to anyone the girl comes across because she's fast. He's watching out for her, too.]

Hey, hope she didn't scare you. Mrs. O'Leary here is just hungry, I bet. [He also gets the feeling she is playing 'follow the leader' with him in her exploration of this world, too. But it's okay. It's nothing he can't cope with.

He pats Mrs. O'Leary whom barks agreeably in response, when he catches up.] See! This girl's not going to eat you or anything. She's all friendly. No bite.

[Catching his breathe, he guesses maybe she does need a lease if she keeps him chasing her like this though. But also thinks food would be good to try appeasing her dogginess first. Last thing he wants is limiting any fun the ol' girl's having when they only just reunited.]

II. YOUR ADVENTURE
[Percy and Mrs. O'Leary will pretty much be everywhere around town from today on and not very hard to spot. They can be found doing things like trying to break the world's longest dog walk record, playing fetch with toys the size of car tires, or trying see who can eat the most hot dogs. You choose, folks.]

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[badboysupreme]

[ Leo is busy tinkering with something in Parrish's Garage. Both large garage doors facing the street are pulled up. Adam is in his office. Dean is out back. Festus is perched on top of the large garage building. Leo's the only one actually in the garage proper when he notices the massive ball of fur out of the corner of his eyes. He only has time to turn to have a double take when Mes. O'Leary, having presumably sniffed him out, comes at him with that slobbery tongue to lick his face, and, well, all of him, because she's huge. ]

Mershphft Follery! [ Leo sputters behind a mouthful of fur and tongue. Ew. But also yay! Percy will be so excited to see her, if he hasn't already. Leo just laughs and pets at the fur. ]

[seawaves]

[Dogs, yes, is Mrs. O'Leary happy to see another friendly face, too. This place is definitely not camp anything anymore, and Percy and Annabeth are great, but she's already sort of missing certain smells and people. Leo, of course, is one, and he smells all toasty and warm, a mix of campfire and a reminder of that chewy stuff. (Bread?) Either way, she's really happy to see him and WOOFs when he remembers her too. They should play more!

Percy's actually not far, far behind. But something caught her nose and sent her running that he couldn't keep up. When he does finally catch up, he sees the garage, knows Leo works there, but doesn't see him right away to know her nose wasn't just leading the two of them on a goose chase.]

Mrs. O'Leary, give me some warning next time. [He complains. But it's when he walks up to her side and sees Leo that it makes sense. The bit worry on his face fades and he holds up his hand up to wave.]

Leo, hey! Guess she found you before I could tell you. She's been surprising people all day like that.

[WOOF. (YES.) Her tail wags.]

[badboysupreme]

Oh this is de-fphrr-nately a surprise! A gwpheat one!

[ Leo sputters as he tries to push Mrs. O'Leary back enough so that he can speak, breathe and generally exist. He can't blame her for being excited. Percy is here! Leo's excited for her if just for that reason alone. There are other perks too, of course, but for Mrs. O'Leary, Percy is of course the best one.

Finally, Leo gets enough space, still laughing, his fingers still disappearing in fur as he sits upright again. He beams a smile toward Percy. ]

Did she just get here? This is awesome, Percy, my friend! Festus can have a friend! Another friend. A friend he can't break accidentally. You know what I mean!

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[WOOF! Before even Percy grin and nod at that, Mrs. O'Leary shares that she agrees with a loud bark. But she settles not long after, tongue hanging out, and sitting in front of Leo and giving him a little distance from her fur.]

Definitely. If only you seen how surprising it was this morning. It's nice she's here, but being rolled over on in your sleep is a different kind of surprise.

[That answer his question of when she got here? He figures yes, so Percy skips to the playdate idea.] I get what you mean. And it's cool with me. It's not easy finding friends the same size or on the less breakable side of things, I know from experience. Where is Festus now? Think Festus could play with her a while?

[badboysupreme]

[ Leo is super happy to have another familiar friend here in the shape of Mrs. O'Leary. But he's also super happy to be able to sit up without having a mouthful of Mrs. O'Leary's fur.
He likes her. But she smells and tastes like... well... exactly how you'd expect a dog to smell and taste. ]

I bet that was a surprise. But hey, she can fit in your apartment! That's awesome! Festus has to sit on the rooftop of wherever I am... unless I make him shrink to a briefcase size and I don't like making him do that if I don't have to. You know?

[ Leo is quick to nod. ] Yeah he would! He needs to burn off some tobasco sauce, for sure. Getting a little round about the belly, if ya know what I mean. [ Joking.
He's joking. But yes, he thinks Festus and Mrs. O'Leary would get along great. ]

Does Annabeth know? She'll be so excited!

[seawaves]

[Understandable. Mrs. O'Leary is a welcome sight to have around but no one wants a mouthful of fur and dog dander. Percy, perhaps, knows that better than anyone. Or Nico. Too bad he isn't around to vouch for that.]

Just barely. She had to shadow travel through doorways and downstairs. I could see why you wouldn't want Festus to be suitcase. Can you talk to a suitcase? [It's a totally legit question.

He nods at that, pretending to understand why a dragon would like tobasco sauce.] Right. Tobasco sauce is worse than a steady diet of oil. [Figures he may add to the joke. Doesn't want to seem like he's missing too much of what he should understand about it. He adds another nod.]

She was there when Mrs. O'Leary took over my bed this morning. She's happy, not too happy about the dog drool though.

[thefeckingmega]

[ No one can really see her, not when Dani's speedster ability is at 110%, not when she's running so fast that she's in the slipstream - the same place as other people but not - so fast that she can also break through the time barrier. Dani loves to run. She loves running so fast that no one can see her. She loves running so fast that she's somewhere else, untouchable but by a few.

It's a different smell that catches her attention. Dani's weird that way, super strength, speed, sight, smell... all the perks of being the not quite human thing that she is. When she smells it, she's curious, of course. Dani, by her very nature, is curious. So she slows down quickly out of the slipstream and sees the boy with the giant... dog? Is that a dog?

In a blink of an eye she's standing in front of the boy, all bright-eyed and smiles and freckles, red hair in waves dancing around her from the speed until it settles down her back and around her face. ] Is that a dog? What d'ya feed him, eh? Look at the size of him!

[seawaves]

[There are a few non-human things here. Percy, is one. Annabeth. Leo. Mrs. O'Leary can smell them almost a mile away, but it's not them that concern her. It's the trace of something coming closer that she can't see until a red headed girl pops almost out of thin air in front of Percy. She barks in surprise, Percy would too if that were a human thing. Rather his half blood instincts kick in causing him to step back and reach into his pocket, but pause short of pulling out his sword-pen when catching sight of an innocent enough looking...person. In his experience she could be anything.

Nymph was his best guess. But she didn't seem aware or afraid of what Mrs. O'Leary was so it was a toss up.]

Mrs. O'Leary here? Uh- [Well, he's going with whatever answer doesn't make most people run away first.] Anything. Everything. This girl is a bit bigger than most of her kind, but she's not picky with what she eats.

[He takes a second to look at the girl's demeanour before throwing the second answer out there, cautiously.] Hell hound. The friendly kind.

[thefeckingmega]

[ Dani's noticed that too! Itinere seems to really like the non-human folk. She likes them too - as long as they aren't trying to kill her, that is. She's had lots of beasties trying to kill her over a long while. Luckily, Dani has learned to ask questions first rather than jump right to the killing like she used to do. She's grown! That's proof enough.

Her intent here is to ooo and ahhh over the large dog, nothing more. She's not in attack mode in spite of the shining sword at her hip, the sword she's never ever ever without. ]

Oh! She's a her, not a him! She's lovely! Mrs. O'Leary, eh? Feck, I never would've thought of a cool name like that. [ Emerald green eyes excitedly take in Mrs. O'Leary and she reaches a hand out, palm up to see if the beast is friend or foe. She can move quick enough to get away if she's snapped at. ]

A hell hound... [ She says with an appropriate amount of awe. ] My best friend is a hellcat! I bet they'd get along just great!

[seawaves]

[Percy is okay with a little ooo and ahhh-ing. Mrs. O'Leary is happy for the attention, really, and pushes her nose right up to the hand the girl extends before licking it. That's when Percy starts to feel he can relax and takes his hand out of his pocket.]

It's an easy mistake. [He says without thinking, which is why Mrs. O'leary whines, and Percy quickly amends with,] Sorry, girl. Sounds like you made yourself a fan though.

[Or a new friend. But to Percy it definitely sounds like this girl was more a fan. Glancing back to Dani.] I didn't think of it either. Mrs. O'Leary already had that name when she was given to me.

[He pats her scruff as a silent apology for more or less bringing a reminder of her former owner. She lowers her doggy head momentarily in sorrow and respect to the memory of Quintus, but otherwise seems okay enough to accept and lean into his pettings.

As for the surprise offer of a new playmate for her, Percy blinks and assumes he is hearing it wrong.]

Wait. Hell Cat? [There's a lot of things he's seen in the Underworld, but not a one was ever a Hell Cat.]

[thefeckingmega]

[ If it were possible for Dani to be any more delighted and excited by Mrs. O'Leary's acceptance of her, then she is. She's practically bursting with it to the point that she's having to work not to vibrate. She vibrates so that she's a blur before Percy for just a few seconds before she gets it under control. ]

Abso-feckin-lutely, I'm a fan! [ Her Irish brogue is thick, the words running together and accented so that they're almost unintelligible until one becomes accustomed to it.

Dani bets at Mrs. O'Leary's face and ears and neck before burying her face in the thick coat of fur, still grinning ear to ear. She loves friendlies.

After a moment though, she peeks her head around the hellhound's neck to look wide-eyed at Percy and nod. ] Yeah, not as big as this beauty but bigger than any other cat you'll ever see! Name's Shazam. I gave him that name and he likes it. Shazam and Mrs. O'Leary can be best of friends! [ And if she's going to make friends, then she probably needs to introduce herself too. ] I'm Dani O'Malley.

[seawaves]

[If it were possible for her to be anymore delighted, that'd be terrifying. Why? Because seeing her blur for a few seconds in front of his own eyes is...close to horror movie levels of confusing (possibly scary). His eyes widen at how she doesn't even notice. Mrs. O'Leary even tilts her head in confusion.

Both of them don't seem to know what to make of it and take a moment to snap out of it.

In fact, the words she strings together are almost completely unintelligible to his ear. Percy manages to catch only the first and last words just about, though he can't say he will ever repeat the first one but it convinces him she is a fan.]

How did you do that? [He points at her.

About the same time Mrs. O'Leary comes out of her puzzled state as she seems to be wondering that too! The pets to her face and ears and neck easily distract her though and cause her tongue to hang out, panting happily.]

Shazam? Like the superhero? That's pretty cool. If I had the choice of naming my next pet like that, I'd probably be after someone that awesome. [He grins, because he can picture a cat transforming into a suit with a big bolt on the belly side, white cape with gold trim and all.] Oh, yeah. Give me an idea how big. Mrs. O'Leary is open to all sorts of new friends, long as they can handle a rough housing. [His name? Getting carried away he almost forgets it.] My friends call me Percy Jackson.

II sort of

[yankeescap]

[ Annabeth is warm and cozy, snuggled up in bed with Percy without any intention of waking up or moving from that spot, except....eeewwww ] Percy, quit drooling on me.

[Her words are heavy with sleep and slightly mumbled as she reaches out to shove Percy off her. Percy has quite suddenly grown a lot of hair. Annabeth's eyes fly open and she twists, craning her neck to see that Percy has turned into Mrs O'Leary?

She sits bolt upright and is rewarded by a giant tongue licking her entire--well upper body and face. Annabeth looks down to see drool on the front of the tee shirt she sleeps in. ] Eeewww

[ She rolls out of bed, peeling her tee shirt off and moving to the dresser to grab clothes. ] Percy! I don't think we discussed dogs on the bed. [It's yelled from the bedroom as she's stepping into a pair of shorts.]

[seawaves]

[Okay. He's drooled on her a couple times. He gets that is his bad. But what he did to deserve Annabeth pushing him and then rolling a fluffy pillow over his face to smother him is what he doesn't understand. Stirring awake with that, his arms flail and extend to push off the 'attack' with a muffled complaint.]

Affabefh! Stahp. It waf only a liffle drool. [It's only when his hands do find 'the pillow' and push back on it that his minds kick starts that no pillow should feel that way. His further clue to what was even going on was her shouting from somewhere just off the bed about a dog?

Wait. What dog?

He turns away from the fur to sit up. Blinking through bleary eyes, his hair sticking up on its ends without help, he tries to see what dog even. Mrs. O'Leary definitely helps a lot by licking him from the waist up. Gross. But he realizes it's her and gives her a solid, welcoming pat to her head.]

What did I do to deserve the blame? [To Annabeth.]

[yankeescap]

[ Honestly, he hasn't drooled that much, certainly not this much, but Annabeth couldn't come up with any other reason for being drooled upon. It had to be Percy, didn't it?

She just lets him mumble and figure out on his own what she'd already figured out. When he finally looks up, Annabeth is standing there with her hands on her hips regarding Mrs. O'Leary and Percy with skepticism. ]

Go to bed with me last night. You did that and Mrs. O'Leary did not.

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[That's what he is thinking. Mrs. O'Leary didn't have to be one place long to drool buckets, especially when the sheets adsorbed it like a sponge. But here he was with the blame anyway and not really sure how to talk around it with Annabeth. His girlfriend was smart and upset at him already, and his feelings always was that she would win. But at the same time he didn't like the blame sitting on him if he could help it. So, he stood up with his hands out at his sides, not in defeat but in exasperation.]

Mrs. O'Leary could have found her way here the middle of the night? [He takes a guess.

Just before. Something else seems to hit him. He had a dream, didn't he. One of those demi-god ones that sometimes meant something important or sometimes didn't.] Or I could have wished her here. I remember dreaming about something.

[yankeescap]

[ Yeah, the sheets are going to have to be washed. And the blankets. Maybe they should get a new bed. They could give this one up entirely to Mrs. O'Leary. ]

She could have. [ Annabeth can be logical. ] But I'm not sure the blue door functions as a dog door and last I checked, she hasn't learned to turn doorknobs.

[ See. Logical.

Of course, then he goes and mentions a dream and Annabeth gets concerned. Her arms fall to her side and her brow furrows. ] About what?

[ Please don't be a prophetic dream. She's kind of enjoyed this normal life with Percy. ]

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[If they do that, then they could upgrade the bed to king from the queen. Percy would be so up for that.

His hands raise a little more at her logical point, almost to the point of a shrug.] Why not? I'm not sure how else she would get here.

[He did mention a dream. Trying to think back to it, none of it really made sense to him and the rest of it was like a fog he was certain he seen something behind but at the same time unable to recall what it was he seen. He pulls what he can describe to the surface.] There was water. Lots of it. We were there. Someone else, too. Leo? A ship, and a talking sword? No, uh, that can't be right. We needed some extra help-- I don't know. None of it made any sense. But I woke up and Mrs. O'Leary was here.

[Perhaps he realizes after saying it that he could have just been dosing in and out of consciousness in his sleep, seeing the same things laying close by on their stands. Why? They couldn't have had prophetic dreams. They've been cut off for months, even with the little tip bits. And they were done. College bound whenever they got home. He's sure Annabeth knows how crazy it sounds.]

How about we focus on that? Celebrate it with a dog bone and cake. [He adds. Can't a boy at least try to find some leeway?]

I.

[mistyday]

[Misty's sitting on a wall overlooking the beach and the ocean, enjoying a quiet lunch, when she senses the vibrations and looks up to see a big, dark form bounding towards her. Fortunately, Misty has a soft spot for all animals and particularly the scary misunderstood ones, so she beams happily at the pooch and holds out a piece of sandwich for her to try.]

Of course she is! Gotta eat a lot when you're a big strong girl like that, don't you?

[seawaves]

[Mrs. O'Leary being the friendly hell hound she is does not hesitate to accept the sandwich once its clear her new found friend is offering it. She is careful with snapping up the food, but not so careful to not leave trace amount of slobber as a sign of how happy she is about it. She snacks appreciatively and wags her tail as a sign of 'yes, she's all a big and strong' like her new friend said.

Percy feels surprised yet relieved that all this is playing out nicely. He'd take sandwich girl with a soft spot for animals over the people he imagines in his head running from or shouting out battle cries when they see Mrs. O'Leary.]

Yeah. She's got the appetite of four horses. [If that's a weird comparison, he doesn't notice. His hand pats the side of her doggy head.] Thanks for giving her some of your sandwich.

[mistyday]

Oh, I could never turn down a cute face like this, could I?

[Misty gives Mrs. O'Leary some nice scritches behind the ear.]

Even if I do get covered in slobber.

[seawaves]

No. She doesn't make it easy for me to even say no to her.

[The girl ears up flick up in different tentative positions as if deciding what to think. One one hand, Percy keeps saying stupid stuff she understands! Though in this case she doesn't mind it so much because she's okay with this new knowledge. On the other hand, she loves the scritches behind her ear. Okay, she really loves them! She choose to ignore Percy, and lean her head forward and closer to the hands rubbing her ears, making a please 'rrr' sound.]

Sorry. She does that a lot, too. Big dog, lots of slobber. It's something you get used to. [But it's a plus she isn't complaining about it.]

[mistyday]

[And Misty is more than happy to oblige with more scritches - having a big fluffy dog to cuddle is not something she's going to complain about.]

It's all right - I've had to deal with things a hell of a lot grosser than some dog slobber.

[tryit]

[Dogs on leashes. Pffft, who needs them? It's not as if they're actually in New York City right now. There aren't any laws to abide by in this instance. And traffic isn't nearly as crazy or dangerous as it is back home. Lucky is a well-behaved dog. And let's be honest, he probably has way more common sense than the Hawkeyes at times. Not to mention a better sense of people.

The same goes for dogs, too. Although Kate freezes when she sees the giant hell hound approach, Lucky only wags his tail and goes to sniff at Mrs. O'Leary's butt. Or, more appropriately, her left hind leg.]

[seawaves]

[Well, that would and does also answer his question. The much, much smaller dog gains both Percy and Mrs. O'Leary's attention when it sniffs the hell hounds hind leg. Fortunately Mrs. O'Leary is careful around people in general, so she's not going to be any different with Lucky. The hell hound around turns to greet the little dog in kind, tail wagging. Percy feels they'll play nice and looks back to woman frozen not far away, giving her a wave, check if she was okay.]

Hey. You okay over there? I promise Mrs. O'Leary's not as scary as she looks.