Percy Jackson!

(I’m baaaack. Sorry about the midterms.)
“Thoust was a great and valiant knight!” Sam proclaimed, dropping to his knees next to him dramatically.
Lydia listened to the whir of the printer. “Thanks.”

Ophelia nodded, turning of the cellphone and tucking it back into an inner pocket. "These shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes."

“Good.”

She made her way over to the printer and took the papers every time they started to pile up, setting the stack on top. "Just a couple more."

“How are we going to distribute these?”

I missed stuff and didn't have the energy to read, what did y'all do?//

Trenton came out of the water, completely drenched. He coughed and sputtered at the acrid tang in his mouth before a viscous grin appeared on his face. “I’ve switched sides!” He attempted to make a roaring noise, but it turned into a more of a high pitched shriek as he accidentally stepped on a clump of seaweed.

I missed stuff and didn't have the energy to read, what did y'all do?//

(Lydia and Ophelia are printing copies of lyrics for Country Roads since Trent likes country music and wants to play it at the campfire. Trent amd Sam are on the beach goofing off.)

Sam hysterically laughed.

“I will throw you into the water, you little fiend!” Trenton yelled, pointing a finger accusingly at Sam before starting to give chase.

"I can get some of the wood nymphs to help?" She powered down the printer and picked up the stack, looking to Lydia for confirmation.

Lydia nodded, smiling.
Sam grinned. “Only if you can catch me!”

"Want me to lock up? Or should we just leave it?"

Blair yawned, walking deeper into the woods. He saw some wood nymphs and started to talk to them, trivial things. He liked plants, so he and them got along quite well.

Trenton propelled himself forwards, starting to enjoy the hot sand on his feet. He raced towards Sam, gaining in momentum and struggling not to step on shells and pebbles, although he was pretty sure a broken shard was causing his foot to bleed. “Off with his head!” Trent yelled dramatically.

“Agh!” Sam cried dramatically, smiling.
“Yes, please.” Lydia replied.

Trenton eventually caught up, scooping up Sam in his arms and pulling the smaller boy into a bear hug. “Now you’re gross and soaked too.” Trent laughed, setting Sam down and ruffling his hair. He suddenly felt a pang of sadness, missing Oliver. Likely by now the two would’ve been fighting if he were here, but that didn’t stop the feeling from coming. Trent did his best to shake it off, his smile weakening.

Sam smiled more, not used to hugs.

“I suppose we should go change. I cannot imagine your sister being pleased with me ruining both of our dashing looks.” Trent smiled softly. “The showers should work for our little conundrum. I’ll grab my sword and then we’ll be off, King Sam.”

Blair gave a small chuckle to a joke that one of the nymphs said, retorting with an equally cheesy plant pun as he helped them move some baskets. He stopped to laugh again before starting up and readjusting his hold on the baskets.

"Alright, go on ahead, I take care of this."

Sam smiled. A friend that wasn’t a complete idiot.
Lydia asked, “Are you sure?”
(Also, I’m back, sorry.)

"Yup. I have a feeling the other two messing around on the cliffs might end badly. Sam doesn't seem to have much impulse control."

Lydia laughed. “You’re right.” Lydia walked away, heading towards the beach.

Ophelia locked the printer door and made her way out, carefully locking he other door behind her.

(Sorry! I’m back too!)

Trenton suddenly yawned, having exhausted himself with chasing Sam around. After the morning’s events, he definitely wouldn’t mind a nap anyways. He ran over and grabbed his scabbard, returning to Sam’s side. “I’m unaware how long they’ll take.” He shook some sand out of his hair. “Perhaps we should get going. I fear the longer we stand around, the more likely we are to get caught.”

Lydia made her way down to the beach, calling out her brother’s name when she saw the pair.
Sam looked up and said, “We’ve been caught.”

Ophelia made her way out and successfully recruited a group of nymphs, passing out the papers.

“Well, King Sam, do we surrender or flee the battlefield?” Trenton attempted to fix his hair, but the combination of sand and saltwater had made it much worse than it was without the gel in the first place. He shrugged it off, comfortable with his looks around Lydia and Sam.

“Our formidable apponent will easily catch us. I’m afriad we shall have to surrender.” Sam said, mocking sadness