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Veronica Westcourt didn't like Camp Half-Blood. She didn't like the fact that she hadn't...
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2: 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓐𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼
After breakfast, Annabeth, Veronica, and Percy walked down to inspect the cabins. Actually, it was Annabeth's turn for inspection. Veronica had something to do, but she'd ignored it, so she tagged along.
The trio started at the Poseidon cabin, which was basically just Percy. He'd made his bunk bed that morning (not really) and straightened the Minotaur horn on the wall.
"Four out of five," he said.
Annabeth made a face. "You're being generous," she said.
Veronica drew her sword and used the end of it to pick up an old pair of running shorts. "I've seen worse, but ew."
Percy snatched them away. "Hey, give me a break," he complained. "I don't have Tyson cleaning up after me this summer."
"He's not your room service," Veronica chided.
"Three out of five," Annabeth said. They moved along after that. Percy tried to skim through Chiron's stack of reports as they walked. There were messages from demigods, nature spirits, and satyrs all around the country, writing about the latest monster activity. Veronica tried to help, but they were pretty depressing, and she hated concentrating on depressing stuff without the dark humor.
Little battles were raging everywhere. Camp recruitment was down to zero. Satyrs were having trouble finding new demigods and bringing them to Half-Blood Hill because so many monsters were roaming the country.
Thalia, Artemis' lieutenant, hadn't been heard from in months, and if Artemis knew what had happened to her or her Hunters, she wasn't telling anyone.
The teenagers visited the Aphrodite cabin, which of course got a five out of five. The beds were perfectly made. The clothes in everyone's footlockers were color coordinated. Fresh flowers bloomed on the windowsills.
Percy wanted to dock a point because the whole place reeked of designer perfume, but Veronica ignored pinched his arm. "Hush," she said.
"Great job as usual, Silena," Annabeth said.
Silena nodded listlessly. The wall behind her bed was decorated with pictures of Beckendorf. She sat on her bunk with a box of chocolates on her lap.
"You want a bonbon?" Silena asked. "My dad sent them. He thought—he thought they might cheer me up."
"Are they any good?" Percy asked.
She shook her head. "They taste like cardboard."
"Sure thing," Veronica said. She tried one, and Percy did the same. Annabeth passed. They promised to visit Silena again later and kept going.
