Queen Ham asks: So Queen Ham here can you make Magnus, his friends, and Annabeth prank Solangelo... If you haven't already. Yeah. That's it. All I wish for honestly.
Annabeth: Solangelo? Ugh, like I haven't heard that term enough from the Aphrodite campers.
Magnus: I'm guessing I should ask what that is—oh. di Angelo. Solace. *squints eyes* It's one of those ship thingies.
Annabeth: You got it. Ever since Nico and Will started dating, Drew and her homophobic 'clique' tried to turn them into the camp joke. Thank the gods, Chiron got them to shut up. You would think some Aphrodite campers would be more accepting. *sighs*
Magnus: *makes a face* Are all those kids of that love goddess like that?
Annabeth: *chuckles* Oh no. Definitely not, I have—or had for few...some great friends who were daughters of Aphrodite. You can think of it as an analogy to your friend Sam, for instance.
Magnus: Yeah, I see where you're going; but what makes that ship word-name-I don't know anymore-thing so bad?
Annabeth: It isn't, I think it's cute. But, on the other hand, the clique I was mentioning before always used it against them. They were like, 'Oh, those fags. Kiss, kiss, Solan-geloo.' I feel like throwing up just trying to mimic them, and furthermore, they're children of Greek gods—who can date anything and get away with it. I can't wait until they graduate, and never see their faces again. *takes a deep breath and laughs lightly* Sorry for my ranting, Magnus.
Magnus: Nah, it's fine. If I were you, I would've done the same. Anyways, pranking I'm Mr. Darkness, Fear Me and Doctor Will, right?
Annabeth: *scrunches up nose* You still have the knack of giving people on-the-spot terrible nicknames, don't you?
Magnus: *smirks* Sure do, Anna Banana.
-Sam enters the room-
Sam: *smiles* Annabeth, hey. How are you?
Annabeth: *teases* Do you really need to ask that question to a demigod? You'll always know the answer. *places her hand on a spot beside her on the floor* Here, sit down, you'll need your energy for pranking some people.
Sam: *sits down and groans* Pranking—why me? Who is the poor victim this time?
Magnus: Victims, plural. Will and Nico, two campers. They're dating.
Sam: *hums* You don't seem enthusiastic about that. Jealous much?
Magnus: *mumbles* Screw off, Sam.
Sam: *chuckles and ruffles Magnus's hair* Kidding.
Magnus: Hey! Don't mess up my hair, I combed it.
Annabeth: *snorts* I remember when your hair was short. You looked cuter. *flicks a strand of hair of Magnus's face*
Magnus: Of course, I would look cuter—I was six! And stop touching my hair, for gods' sake.
Annabeth: Enough of this stuff. Let's get down to business. Pranking, what should we do?
Sam: Oh! I got one. Tell one of these dudes that we're going to make Magnus dress up as the other, and Magnus will be recording all the sweet nothings the other says. It'll be great blackmail.
Magnus: You're evil, you know that? I didn't even agree to dress up as someone. I say we go classic: Mistletoe.
Annabeth: That's boring and bland, you butt.
Samirah: And in no way am I touching a mistletoe, too much bad experiences from my father behind that.
Magnus: Oh yeah...
Annabeth: I'm not going to ask. How about we find a moment they're about to kiss and pop in and play some romantic music or something?
Sam: Not bad, Chase, er, Chase two? Second Chase? I don't know, but how long do we have to wait for some romantic opportunity to pop up?
Magnus: *leans back on his hands* Hours, days, years.
Annabeth: *raises eyebrow* Think optimistic for once, Mags.
Magnus: Optimistic isn't my middle name, contrary to popular belief.
Samirah: Are we doing this or not?
Magnus: I'd rather no—
Annabeth: We're doing it. Right Magnus?
Magnus: No—*looks at Annabeth's glare*—Yes. Yes, I meant yes.
-whoosh kablam time skip-
Will: *waves hands animatedly* He snores, so loud. It's hilarious. You would expect a god to be all high-class and look nice when they sleep, but apparently not.
Nico: *smiles thinly* I don't even know what to expect anymore, is my honest answer. *sees a flash behind the trees and hovers his hand on his sword* Did you see that?
Will: *narrows eyes and looks around* I don't think so. *sighs* I hope camp defenses get to their original strength soon, these random monster attacks are getting out of hand.
Nico: Yeah...*hand doesn't leave sword* Was that grumbling?
Will: *chuckles* I don't think so, unless the monster is hesitating about eating us.
Nico: I thought you were the 'sun child', when did you become so pessimistic?
Will: *eyes sparkle* Your charm must've rubbed off on me, my dear.
Nico: *pretends to stick tongue out* Quit it, with trying to be romantic. You suck at that.
Will: *smiles and takes Nico's hand*
Nico: *leans on his tiptoes and comes forward for a kiss*
-sudden burst of Taylor Swift's 'Shake it Off'-
Annabeth: *hisses* Violin music, not Taylor Swift!
Sam: You have Taylor Swift music? Ha, you're so gay.
Magnus: I blame Jack! He makes me download all this crap.
*Will and Nico staring in the distance*
Nico: *squints eyes and sheathes sword* Annabeth?
Annabeth: *smiles nervously* And my cousin. And his friend.
Magnus: *tilts head in acknowledgement* Yo.
Sam: *waves* Uh, we have this thing online where we answer questions and stuff. Someone asked us to prank you guys, so, here we are.
Will: Magnus? *leans head back and laughs* Who would've known? How are you doing?
Magnus: *smiles sheepishly* Still pretty dead. *turns to Nico* Hey, di Angelo.
Nico: *deadpans* Norse dead cousin. So, I guess your prank didn't work out?
Sam: Nope.
Will: I see. It's fine, the Hermes cabin does much worse.
Nico: Wait. Magnus. You have a phone?
Magnus: iPod. Something wrong?
Nico: *smacks forehead* How did you guys not get tracked down by monsters? Or, at least, why didn't Annabeth?
Magnus: Chill. We should be fine. I mean we haven't seen any signs or any—
*a roar sounds in the distance*
Magnus: Well, shit.
A/N: *jazz hands* Fun, fun. I love when my children are in danger. Hope you liked this! (Shoutout to the little quiznak Queen Ham for the Magnus is totally a Swiftie reference thing. Oh yeah, and thanks for asking stuff. *finger guns*)