Yeah, working at Disney World is pretty neat. I mean, it's not like Jason is a huge fan or anything, but it pays his bills and allows him to eat real food, so really, who is he to complain? I mean, sure, some of the cast in the parade could be real jerks and all, but when you're part of the people that control the lights it really doesn't matter.

Okay, yeah, maybe it kind of does because Drew Tanaka is really annoying, and really refuses to let go of his arm, and when Piper McLean shows up (practically glowing like an angel that come to his rescue in Jason's mind) to get Drew into wardrobe, it feels like freedom when Drew stops digging her nails into him.

"I'll be right back, my dear." Drew cooes, puckering her lips and blowing Jason a kiss. And yeah, it's probably rude of Jason to be reminded of Ursula, but hey! This is Disney World and Ursula is a creepy predator that goes after Prince Eric to prevent Ariel from getting to him. A part of him whispers that it would mean that in this scenario that Piper is Ariel, which would make her his princess.

Jason tells that part of him, quite rudely too, to shut it.

Piper just rolls her eyes, crossing her arms, "You're needed in makeup with Mitchell first!" Drew waves Piper off, but continues to saunter over to the makeup setup nonetheless. "Sorry about her." Piper apologizes with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of her head, "I had to go prep her costume, but then Zoë needed help over with the Frozen cast, and it took way longer then I expected to so I'm--"

"It's fine." Jason said, smiling, "Honestly I understand. Those blue lights that they use over there are a real pain in the ass, they're always sparking." Piper grins broadly at him, and warmth blossoms across his chest, like he just drank a cup of hot chocolate.

"Well, Sparky, I'd love to stay and rant about Frozen, but someone's got to keep Drew in check." Piper flashed Jason one last brilliant grin (as bright as the sun, thinks Jason) before jogging over to makeup, leaving him to stare dumbly afterwards.

::

Percy was totally not paying attention. But hey, he's not a jerk, and it's really not his fault that he keeps zoning out. He's sure that whatever Annabeth is talking about is interesting and cool (after all, it's Annabeth), but, like, he's got the most amazing cheeseburger in front of him and is practically hypnotized by the artery-clogging-cheesy heaven that's in his mouth.

He's just focusing on chewing as slow as possible (obviously to elongate the amount of time he gets to enjoy the cheeseburger), so when Annabeth snaps her fingers in front of his face, he almost drops his beloved cheeseburger.

"Percy if you're not going to pay attention then maybe I shouldn't buy you lunch again." Percy's eyes widened, and he swallowed, furiously shaking his head back and forth. Annabeth, an angelic goddess, wouldn't dare. At least, not without telling him what restaurant she purchased the heavenly cheeseburgers.

"No, no, that's totally not necessary." Percy said hastily, "I'm gonna pay attention. Promise." Normally, yes, Percy did always do his best to pay attention (really, he did), but when Annabeth starts going into the extremely detailed details about the engineering, he can't help it that his eyes glaze over. Honestly, it happened to everyone else. Percy just tried the hardest (well, except for maybe Luke. But he's Annabeth's brother so it really doesn't count that he can listen to her talk for hours without getting that glazed look in his eye. It's so not fair.)

Annabeth chuckled affectionately, "Sure. It's not like you just want more cheese burgers or anything. But I'll pretend it's because you actually want to hear about the Finding Nemo ride I'm thinking of pitching."

Percy jolted, sitting up straight and leaning forward. His once beloved cheese burger forgotton on the plate, "Really? Tell me everything about it. What color are the seats gonna be? No--wait-- Are there gonna be actual fish? Or like, you know, fake ones? Are you gonna use the Finding Nemo theme song--"

"Does Finding Nemo even have a theme song?"

::

Leo totally ignored Piper.

"--and I designed it. Which means I get to name it. But Annabeth refuses to accept the fact that the dragon's name is Festus."

"Her name is Maleficent, Leo." Beckendorf deadpanned, not bothering to move his eyes from the blueprints laid out in front of him. Though he had no doubt that Leo had a fire in his eyes and was dramatically waving his arms around in the air. Honestly, that boy was practically a cartoon character in his own right. "And whereas you may have designed it, I was the one who pitched the idea to even have a dragon in the parade. And I pitched it as Maleficent. Which means her name is Maleficent."

Leo let out a wail of agony, and Beckendorf gave a small chuckle, "Even so, man. No one's saying that you can't call her Festus if you want. But she's a girl, and her real name is Maleficent? Got it?"

Leo muttered something inconprehensible, his curls hanging low over his eyes. Beckendorf set aside the blueprint, reaching for another one he said, "Good. Now feel free to go back to your dragon delusions."

"Yes, sir." Leo mumbled, begining to shuffle out of Beckendorf's office.

"Also, Leo, that safety report on the Dumbo ride was due yesterday. Feel free to hand it in within the next ten minutes."

::

"Stop your movements." Zoë ordered, needle in hand, "How am I supposed to adjust the sleeve when you keep twitching."

Luke grinned, "Sorry, Zoë. But you keep pricking me with the needle."

Zoë scoffed, adjusting the fold of the sleeve on Luke's arm before readying her needle. Again. "Please. You've got two other shirts underneath this jacket. I know this costume well, Luke. Don't make things up. While I appreciate your stalling, you are on in ten minutes. And it's rather annoying having to fix the same seam that you purposefully pick out. Every. Day."

Luke grinned at her sheepishly, using his other arm to rub the back of his head, "Your boss is a creep, Zo. Can't you report him for sexual harassment or something. I mean, following you around and breathing down your neck is pretty creepy. I've got a reason to stall."

"I appreciate your concern, Luke." Zoe said, tying off the knot at the end of the seam. She stood up fully, tossing her braid tightly onto her back, "However I have made several complaints already. Zeus does not seem to want to reprimand Hercules."

Luke gritted his teeth, angrily crossing his arms with a glare, "But what if he does something serious to you Zo. I don't want you to get hurt."

Zoë smiled softly, placing a hand on his arm, "Thank you, Luke. However I am very skilled in several forms of martial arts. I think I can handle myself."

"I could report him." Luke offered a weak smile, and Zoë laughed, shaking her head.

"I'd appreciate that. However I do fear that if you do anything more to help me your friend Thalia might bust a gasket." Luke furrowed his brows, puzzled, as Zoë packed her sewing supplies.

"What are you talking about."

Zoë patted his arm lightly, her case of sewing supplies swinging in her other hand, "If you don't know then nevermind."

::

Reyna's serving the diAngelo's, also known as: The only semi-sane people to ever step foot in her sister's restaurant. Bianca looks like she's been hit over the head with a hammer multiple times, her head buried in her arms when she strolled over. Next to her in the booth, was her sister Hazel, gently rubbing the other girl's back. Nico sat across from them both, slumped down in his seat, face cast into a shadow.

"Well you guys look like shit. Want something to drink?" Offered Reyna as she strolled over. Bianca, from amidst her arms, laughed, lifting her heavy head up.

"Water. Thanks, Reyna." Bianca's head thumped back into her arms.

"She's fine." Assured Hazel, although Bianca protested lightly from amidst her arms, "Just spent the whole day rehearsing. And forgot her lunch at home."

Reyna winced, "That's gotta bite. I can give you some free hot chocolate to make up for it."

A muffled, "Yes please." Came from Bianca, and Reyna chuckled.

"You guys want anything?" She questioned, tapping her pen against her notepad, "To drink, I mean. We don't serve eternal youth or golden apples."

"We'll both take waters." Hazel told Reyna, giving a side glance at her stoic brother. Reyna sighed, Nico diAngelo was looking less and less sane with each passing day. She needed to have a talk with the stupidly-hot-guy. Nobody messed with one of her sane customers.

Not even a stupidly-hot concession stand guy.