* NOT / NORMAL !

Throughout the day, Selene’s stress had only built. Leila was sick, just a cold but enough for Selene to call off work and keep her home from daycare for the day, and Selene had never cared much for waiting in the doctor’s office with a thousand snotty kids. (She was soundly of the opinion that her daughter was the only good kid out there) Afterwards, she just wanted to relax, and the joke, childish and immature as it was, left Leila giggling. “This might’ve been the better way to go. Less painful.” She shrugged. “You look like crap.”

Morgan spent more time than she should on her wardrobe, especially given the results. It was a mess of things—bright and contrasting colors, crop tops, loose clothes, long skirts, lace, tank tops—bought and worn on a whim, on the suggestion of tea leaves and dreams and rarely with the practical in mind—the weather rarely if ever influenced her. “It’s an aesthetic thing, technically.” She said with a shrug. “No, no, I do not need more outfits.”

he spoke, half mumble half talk ( used to getting cut-off ), ❝ well, charles can go fuck himself for all i care.  ❞ last week, percy was visiting home and walking out the door his dad got very serious and asked him what was in his backpack. and, well, obviously, percy had stuff he didn’t want his dad seeing in his backpack that got confiscated. he’s carrying resent in his pockets. ( not his backpack… also confiscated. ) oh, and his dad is, like, a terrible person, but, y’know, schematics. grand scheme. ❝ oh, i’m, like, immortal, or whatever. it was a while ago, i think. with the party squad, dares are, like, required unless mortal wounds are made. ❞ he only vaguely remembers it, actually. a bit drunk & a bit out-of-it from how gross hand sanitizer actually was. ❝ common sense loses out in most things i do. it’s just… me. ❞

Morgan had developed a certain tolerance for the disbelief people had in her abilities, the way they viewed her as a childish thing that just needed to grow up sooner or later. The tolerance had been minor for the former, a short and fragile thing. To be around someone else who believed in the ways fate whispered to them and guided them, it left a warm feeling in her stomach. “Yes, certainly.” She followed Reeva, a few paces behind the girl. “It would be of no use. I do not own much that’s different than this.

❝ evidently, ❞ he said with a grin and a smile. he doesn’t see deeper than that, oblivious to a fault. ( ignorance is bliss & percy is a really happy dumbass. ) percy, though, was alike reeva in that aspect. always mulling over something deeper, hidden behind his words, but he was unpracticed with trying to pick out the same in other people. ❝ of course logic can get fucked. we’re mutants, reeva. ❞ which did have a genetic & biological explanation with it, but percy doesn’t note this. ❝ yeah, it’s rank. a dare, obviously. ❞ 

he opened and closed his mouth a few times. often, percy recounted the various tools, rules, and tricks his speech therapist gives him, but he never has gotten far enough to apply them.  ❝ it’s a… life rule. ❞ percy had trouble keeping up with reeva. she was leaps and bounds ahead of him. he and she hailed for different planets. ❝ well, i’m too busy to conform to earth’s logic, anyway. earth logic, get fucked. ❞ he blinked at her rapidly, trying to come up with a response, still feeling sluggish in a way he had trouble putting to words. ❝ chopsticks, fuckin’ easy. have you ever drank hand sanitizer ? it’s so nasty. ❞

“I am always down for a conspiracy video buddy. I always watched them with my best friend but she’s currently unavailable to come watch with me.” Sabrina said and hoping they wouldn’t ask why. “Really? You solved it already? Okay I need to totally hear your take on this.”

she didn’t ask, and it wasn’t because she didn’t catch the statement, or because she was especially heartless. reeva just didn’t care, in as innocent a way as such a phrase could be used. she wasn’t very good at overtly emotional things, and sabrina was so blase about it, herself...- it didn’t seem like something either needed to DWELL on. “well, sign me up!” she said, in place of anything else, her focus not on the lack of sabrina’s usual video partner, but on inserting herself into that place - at least for the time being. “oh, man, of COURSE i solved it. it was a woman - a midwife, definitely. it’s the only theory that really makes SENSE.”

percy rolled his eyes.  ❝ hey, this is a judgment-free zone, reeva, ❞ he said in a chiding voice, no real bite. honestly ? he had an almost giddy lack of shame. he thinks he lost it somewhere around getting arrested, but it could be even earlier ― getting caught drinking by his dad the first time. ❝ water is good, and all, but, like, it’s a drop of pee. that’s basically nothing. i’ll take it. ❞

“No. Well, I do copy homework, but that’s hardly a superpower, is it?” She’d known plenty of people who could get away with copying homework, projects, tests, you name it, and that was only with an internet connection and a little skill. “It’s more like… here, I’ll show you.” Thalia crouched to let her fingers brush the sidewalk for a moment. She felt the cold concrete sink into her skin, travelling up her arm and through her body. A second later, she was solid, living stone. She let it go as soon as she’d made her point, and her skin returned to its normal pink. “See? And I can do other stuff too, like superpowers, but those are harder.”

reeva was confused, for want of a better term. she wasn’t very good at understanding other people, and since thalia hadn’t exactly been explicit, she struggled to form an idea of what she meant - that was, until, she demonstrated. before her very eyes, thalia turned into living, breathing concrete... and when she finally went back to normal, reeva’s eyes were wide as saucers. “that’s so COOL-” forget ghosts and ghouls. turning into concrete was where it was at. “could you, like, effectively SHAPE SHIFT, then? could you become a ghost? - well. you’d need to make contact, i’m sure, but if THAT were possible you totally could, right?”