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CITRINE

[The room is circular and surrounded by a series of ionic columns, the floor and ceiling stretching overhead fashioned out of cracked, white stone. The area beyond the columns is pitch black, and the room itself is lit only by dimly flickering candles. The candles rest on top of a stone table, which sits in the middle of the room.

And next to the candles rest four numbered boxes]

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Box number 3

. . . and yet, even in the midst of conflict, there is always a chance for peace.

[Inside the box is a small vial filled with clear liquid. Upon picking it up, you know instinctively that you have stumbled across something special-- hope]

You may keep it, or pass it to another team.

We're giving it to Percy. Agreed?

-- what? This is nothing. I mean, the flu, and the River Styx, and chicken pox...

Shut up and take it, Percy.

[ headshake!!!1! ]

Save it for a worse box.

Fine.

All right. We're keeping it.

...That was only the first round, so it might get even worse than this. Percy, what do you think?

Save it!

More strategically sound, probably...

[doesn't mean I like it]

Annabeth'll be proud.

Strategy.

No, she'll probably think we're being stupid.

Only 'til you ask her what she'd've done.

[has probably retreated to Fire again, not looking at Riku but he can't resist the joke]

...yeah according to her I tried to punch the wrong guy.

Okay. But if we get lucky, you're taking it.

Fine, fine.

[ lying ]

Good. You holding up okay?

It feels like the worst flu.

We'll work quick, it'll be over soon. Then we'll throw you in the lake.

Yay.

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