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[The feed opens up to Hearth, flat-faced as usual, clad (as always) in his candy-striped scarf and leather jacket. He shifts the view a bit to a girl standing next to him. Annabeth, clad in a simple t-shirt and jean shorts, gives a quick wave to the camera, looking…excited? Crazy? who knows if there’s a difference.

[She soon ducks out of the camera’s view, and the device turns back to Hearth. He then puts the camera back on himself and holds up one finger - the universal signal for but wait, there's more. He fumbles with his communicator for a minute, switching away from selfie-mode to reveal a positively gigantic LEGO display that very nearly fills the entirety of Fauxhalla's main living room.

[But wait. There's more.

[The camera slowly starts to move through the LEGO-city, following what are most likely very careful steps from Hearth as he makes his way through the city-scape. The handiwork is impeccable, what is probably hours and hours of work and attention paid to building some kind of crazy mismatch of Paris, Rome, New York, San Francisco, Boston, and then some new stuff thrown in that hasn’t actually been made yet?

[This continues through the room, down a hall, into another room that Hearth doesn’t walk into, and then back into the kind of main room/living room of Fauxhalla.]

I don’t know, Hearth - this took a while...[Annabeth’s voice comes from off-screen somewhere, but the feed continues, creeping around the corner to find Annabeth standing in the middle of the room holding what seems to be a wooden baseball bat.

[Finally, after a bit more fumbling with the camera, the feed seems to rest. Hearth steps back into view beside Annabeth, briefly crouching down to make sure that the communicator is picking up both he and Annabeth, as well as their massive LEGO utopia. He then straightens, reaches out of frame for a moment, and returns with a baseball bat of his own. He glances to Annabeth and then back at the camera, and very nearly seems to smirk. Not two seconds later and he's raising the bat high above his head and giving it a hardy swing against one of the nearest buildings, effectively shattering it into a thousand plastic pieces.

[The feed holds for a moment while Annabeth continues to look down at the bat. Then, after a second, she lets out a sigh and raises the bat in her own hands above her head, bringing it down on another section of the city.

[Hearth and Annabeth look back to each other, sharing a look, before they both raise the bats again and go back to swinging.]

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Fuck you! That's not what's in my search history.

Right there along with "how to perfect your manbun" and "where to buy birkenstocks in Shenandoah Valley".

Manbun is a gender policing word and real hippies don't wear shoes.

You're embarrassing.

You're misdirecting. What are you hiding, Lynch?

Why don't you find out?

Hacking isn't one of my neat demigod powers. Growing a nice pumpkin? Sure. Wanna have a friendly pow-wow with some wild ponies? Okay. Busting into the mainframe, downloading all your cookiedata? Nah, not my divine area.