Annabeth wished she could tell you what exactly was going on. Unfortunately, that was rather difficult when there was nothing to go off of.
Okay, maybe that was a lie. There was stuff to go off of. Quite a lot, actually. The problem was that it made absolutely no sense.
About half the people in this weird theater-like room she knew. There was the rest of the seven, as well as Reyna and the di Angelos. She saw Magnus and his friends too.
Everyone else confused her. All of them were dressed in late 18th-century dress with the exception of one.
Annabeth felt a chill go down her spine as she recognized the outlier.
Lin Manuel Miranda.
Otherwise known as one of the most famous musical composers of the 21ts century.
That was the people; interesting but not offering many clues as to the current situation.
The room wasn’t much better.
Several couches and chairs arced around a screen mounted to one of the walls.
She noticed a piece of paper taped to said screen. Everyone’s eyes followed her as she walked over. She tried to shake the self-conscious feeling as she pulled the note off.
Everyone gave her their attention when she cleared her throat and began to read.
Ladies and gentlemen to whom it may concern,
As I’m sure you can tell, there are unfamiliar people around you.
Long story short, you’re here to
- Get to know each other
- Learn about each other’s lives
- Have fun
I’m sure you have questions, but hang on until after introductions.
“And I thought our lives were weird enough,” Leo muttered.
Annabeth couldn’t quite believe it. Her she was, in the same room as several founding fathers, not to mention the fact that one of them was related to her.
With a startling pop, notes appeared in her and her friends’ hands (A/N all the HoO/MCGA people).
State your godly parents when you introduce yourself.
She glanced at the others. They seemed wary but a bit unconcerned at the same time.
“Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena”
“Wait, wait, wait, isn’t she a greek goddess?” asked a guy with an obvious French accent.
“Mhmm,” said Bianca, taking her hand. “There’s this whole thing about how the greek gods are real.”
“Don’t forget the Norse,” added Magnus.
Those who didn’t know about this looked confused, but a message appeared on the screen Annabeth had taken the original note from, reminding them to hold off on questions. With that, introductions continued.
“Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon”
“Bianca di Angelo, daughter of Hades”
“Nico di Angelo, son of Hades”
“Jason Grace, son of Jupiter”
“Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus”
“Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona”
“Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus”
“Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite”
“Frank Zhang, son of Mars”
“Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto”
“Magnus Chase, son of Frey”
“Samirah al-Abbas, Valkyrie.
“Alex Fierro, currently daughter of Loki
“Hearthstone, elf. Blitz speaks for me.”
“Thomas Jefferson Jr, son of Tyr, but you can call me TJ.”
Hearth got some curious looks from the 18th century dresses people. A guy wearing a purple coat looked at TJ in surprise, seeming unsure what to think.
Annabeth gasped. “That’s impossible, he died almost 200 years ago.”
George’s eyebrows furrowed. “Last I checked, I was very much alive.”
“Umm…” Annabeth looked like she was almost scared to say what was on her mind, but she did. “What year is it for you guys?”
“It’s seventeen ninety, isn’t it?”
Annabeth looked back and forth between the late sixteenth century people. “It’s two thousand nineteen.”
She pretty much expected the reaction she got. It started with shouts of disbelief, then quieted as they observed the twenty-first century people.
“I suppose it’s not much of a stretch. I mean, there’s the obvious difference in fashion. Im, Hercules Mulligan.”
“Named after the Greek hero?” asked Jason.
“Pipes and I met him once, guy was a total jerk.”
“I mean…” Percy started to say something but seemed to think better of it. His line of thought was not lost though.
“Anyways, moving on. I’m Martha Washington”
Annabeth thought she heard Lin cough “sir”. She must have imagined it.
“Theodosia Bartow Prevost.”
“Theo Burr Alston.”
“Eliza Schuyler Hamilton”
“Angelica Schuyler Church”
“King George the third.”
“Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette”
“Lin Manuel Miranda”
Once the last name was spoken, the screen lit up.
Now that introductions are complete, can everyone from the eighteenth and nineteenth century except for Theo, Philip, and TJ. Oh, Lin needs to join them as well
There is something you need to know.
One by one, glowing symbols appeared over the heads of the people K. Kotonoha had called forward. There were only two sets of people with matching symbols. George Washington and Alexander Hamilton had glowing grey owls over their heads. The Schuyler sisters had white doves above them. Everyone else was as follows.
Thomas Jefferson had a Norse symbol above his head, which prompted a gasp from TJ.
Aaron Burr had a broken pac-man looking wheel floating above him.
Theodosia Bartow Prevost had a parchment scroll.
Lafayette had a spear crossing a torch above him.
James Madison had a glowing set of scales.
John Laurens had Lafayette’s symbol sans the torch.
King George had a lightning bolt.
Hercules Mulligan had a coiled snake.
Maria Reynolds had a Norse symbol like Thomas, but it was different
Martha Washington had a silver spinning wheel with green mistletoe hanging from a branch above.
Last, but certainly not least, was Lin Manuel Miranda, who had a golden lyre above his head.
Give a warm welcome to our new demigods.
Peggy, Angelica, and Eliza Schuyler, daughters of Aphrodite.
Alexander Hamilton and George Washington, sons of Athena.
Theodosia Bartow Prevost, daughter of Clio.
Thomas Jefferson, son of Tyr.
Aaron Burr, son of Nemesis.
Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, son of Bellona
James Madison, son of Themis
John Laurens, son of Mars.
King George III, son of Zeus
Hercules Mulligan, son of Loki
Maria Reynolds, daughter of Freya
Martha Washington, daughter of Frigg
And last but not least, Lin Manuel Miranda, son of Apollo.
Let the show begin.