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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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GOds, no. I do not.

...This uh, have something to do with someone not being here?

[Because seriously, he knows. Not that hard to figure out, all things considered.]

[ she won't fight him on it, but her eyebrows do arch.

also, how dare you read her so easily, will solace!!! how dare you!!! ]

It has to do with a lot of things.

[LOOK. He's used to dealing with demigods that don't like to admit to exactly how they got stupid injuries. He had to learn to read people. He tries not to do it too often.]

Guess things do tend to pile up around here...At least you found an outlet I guess.

[ that's fair. and honestly, he probably has the clearest eye when it comes to that kind of stuff.

which is why annabeth will take a breath, and then let it out in something of a sigh. ]

But you're not wrong.

I...figured.

[A heavy sigh. He can understand how she feels. He'd probably be just as on edge if he had arrived here in a similar predicament.]

Either he'll show up here...or you'll end up back home. For what it's worth, I've been hearing time back home kind of stops for people we know...

[ geez thanks for that, will!!!! annabeth just kind of. feels bad that she hasn't been hiding it well enough. ]

Yeah, that's what they say. And when you're ported out, you end up back in the same moment as before, like nothing changed.

[ she sighs. ]

Which means you could be here for years, but nothing would change, and no one would know.

[It's more that after the Great Disappearance Act, it's a little expected from either of them.]

...Ooookay I did not take that into account. I mean...I know some people have been here a few years, others only a few weeks.

You uh...don't think we'll be here that long, do you?

I have no idea.

[ which.....comes out more frustrated/angry than anything else. then again, that may be annabeth's least favorite admission she could make, so. it sort of makes sense. ]

From what I've seen there's no rhyme or reason to it. Us coming and going is controlled by the Fates, after all.

Aren't things always up to the Fates?

I mean I get it, thread of life and all that...but I kind of wish the whole coming and going thing was something we could decide on our own.

Yes and no- if we can get an Oracle on it, or a quest, at least we have a basis.

[ frustrating rising? while talking about the fates? what are you talking about. :| ]

I kind of want all of my destiny and fate things to be controlled by me, but. [ shrug. ]

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