Saving Time - A Caleo Story

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Whatever Calypso was hoping to hear after that, this was not definitely in her chosen ten.

"Damn it, Athena! You're getting careless!!" Calypso's eyes immediately travelled to the speaker, a man in the maturity of life, grey-colored hairs on his beard and head as proof of it. His eyes were in a 'I'll kill you if you speak' stance and he was dressed in what she had learned to be fancy clothes. He was seated on the head of the table and was frowning to the so-called Athena, who was giggling like mad.

"Oops?" She replied but Calypso doubted she understood anything. Upclose, this Athena looked like if she was- Her thought were broken when one of the man of the table got up and started to poke a speechless and frozen Leo. And he wasn't the only one.

"Robotics has come far..." Around the table, the people were up and poking the group- or at least some of them -giving the strangers statements.

"Clouds wouldn't be this solid..."

"How do you no melt?"

Calypso stood there, watching in awe as her friends passed from the shock to the embarrassment, the disappointment and the rage- not necessarily in that order and not all at once. However, she noticed something strange, as all of them smelled the same.

"You guys smell that?" She whispered to the ignored ones- Reyna, Rachel, Nico, Hazel and Dylan. Reyna shook her head but Hazel started to smell the air before wrinkling her nose. She did smell that... Nico was frowning since he got in so he probably didn't. But he nodded at her, so it was possible he did. Rachel tilted her head, curiously.

"Smell like what?" She asked right before one of them passed by in front of them. She immediately covered her nose and mouth, Calypso could hear the gagging noises. "Never mind... God, that smells awful... and somehow familiar..."

"It reminds me of when I was at war..." Nico pointed out to the surprised girls. "Gun powder and explosions."

"More like my grandfather's studio..." Rachel argued before her eyes opened wide. "Nico, did the officers normally smoke?" Nico raised an eyebrow but nodded. "My grandfather's studio always smelled of tobacco cause he smoked cigars... What if...?"

"You're trying to say they are high?!" Reyna hissed, frowning deep. Rachel nodded but Calypso and Hazel shared a look meaning they didn't understand. "They're stoned. Drugged." Not getting a good reply, Reyna groaned. "They inhaled toxic herbs and are hallucinating?" That both girls understood and they nodded before looking sad.

"What do you think is causing it? Could we be, uh... high too?" Hazel wondered, looking around. Everyone did the same but they couldn't find anything that was burning. The only thing out of place- that Calypso didn't consider it out of place -was a plate of food in the middle of the table.

"Not if we don't eat." Rachel stated, ignoring the awkward family dramas around the room. Calypso watched her friend grab the plate and smell it before frowning. Without waiting, she threw the content into the trash.

That got everyone's attention.

"What have you done?!" One of them finally shouted and rushed to the trash, pushing her aside. All the members of the table rushed behind him and started to dig out the food and eat it. Calypso wrinkled her nose, in disgust. She glanced at her friends. Many were still in shock but Annabeth was ready to pass out in desperation, not able to do anything to help. They were even fighting against each other to grab a bigger piece.

In one of those struggles, clothes and accessories were being ripped apart. One of them was a small charm that, in a very close examination by Calypso, she noticed it had the exact same shape of the time machine. The seconds she held it, everyone stopped fighting and glared at her, forcing her to take a step back.