ObliviaSparkleberry here. Again. Is it me or am I writing like all of these chapters?

In this one they've all arrived at New Rome and are staying in Percabeth's flat. Sorry to skip ages, maybe I can fill it in later.

Percy's POV

I wake to the sound of clattering pots. The bed is empty except for me, so Annabeth must have already gone to look for food. I shiver and realise the blanket is all bunched up on the other side of the bed. One of the few downsides to living with Wise Girl. I sit up, shove my feet into some mismatched socks and shuffle past the lounge room, the door of which is still shut. There are rumbling snores coming from inside. I'm guessing either Thalia is still asleep or Mrs O'Leary got in again. I decide to check before I find a cauldron-sized turd on the carpet.

Sure enough, there is a wall of thick black fur blocking the door.

"Nico!" I yell. "Why did you put Mrs O'Leary's bowl in the lounge room?"

"Sorry! I forgot again!"

I open the door to the kitchen. It looks like a hurricane hit it. Although, with Jason and Thalia in the house, it actually might happen. 

Will is leaning on the counter, reading one of his medical books. There's nothing odd about that. The odd bit is that there is an entire box of Cheerios under his arm, dripping milk. He is taking scoops out of it with a teaspoon, while Nico sits there over toast with peanut butter, going "I'm not even the doctor, and I know that can't be good for you."

Will smirks and gives one of his best cheeky replies, "That coffee is as black as your soul." Nico only ever drinks really strong, black coffee.

Jason is sitting on the kitchen bench next to the toaster with an empty bread bag behind him and a smug expression on his face. Piper is yelling at him for "having an entire loaf of bread, you uncultured swine!" Jason snorts like a pig in retaliation and Leo appears to be trying to fit an entire box of Coco Pops into his small bowl. Hazel is taking scoops out of Leo's bowl with my best measuring cup and pouring them into her mouth. Frank seems to have discovered Annabeth's stash of 2-Minute Asian noodles as there is a largish stack of empty cartons next to him. The dartboard bullseye is covered in full-sized arrows, and Frank stands there with a look of concentration on his face and an arrow nocked in his bow.

I am not letting this happen again. "Guys..."

Frank jumps at my voice and sends the arrow flying in my direction. I duck to avoid the swerving arrow, which  promptly lodges itself in Annabeth's latest blueprint. "It was an accident!" Frank's face is nothing but dismay, looking from me to Annabeth and back again.

"It's okay, man. As I was saying, I think we should eat out or I cook from now on, or else we'll run out of food within three days."

"THANK you." Calypso looks utterly relieved.

"Right. I'm going to take a shower, and when I get back can this please be cleaned up?" Maybe having everyone stay at our place wasn't such a good idea. 

Everyone nods and murmurs except Leo and Hazel, who are now chasing each other around the kitchen because Hazel got the box of Coco Pops. Leo trips over and flips the table, but judging from everyone's bored expressions, it's not the first time that's happened this morning.