"No, no, this is the opposite of what I want! Go away!" Margo cried out as another drone swooped in, attacking her head. She yelped and back up into one of the tents at the festival. Rather unfortunately, it was one of the fancy ones, set up with lights and fans and really nice, high tech equipment. The sound system started blaring as she entered, and the lights flashes an assortment of colors like a pride flag. Great. She got it.

Margo stumbled back out, bumping into someone. "I'm so sorry," she breathed. "The drones are... they're fucking trying to kill me, I think. Or-- Powers. I don't have any control. Have you seen a little owl?" Margo knew he wasn't around because she couldn't feel him, but it was so strange to not have Percy near her that she felt like a piece of her was missing.