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Calypso's POV

This morning is washing day. Yay. Fun. I get to talk Leo out of strapping the sponges to his feet again.

I hop out of bed, smooth the white sheets and fold up my bottom bunk. From the communal girls' wardrobe, I pull a white t-shirt with a frieze of green leaves along the bottom. I pair it with pale blue skinny jeans and light pink converse. 

Annabeth joins me at the wardrobe and pulls out a grey top with an owl on the pocket.

"I am so not excited for washing day. Last time, Percy drenched everyone except himself," she grumbles.

"I know," I reply. "Two words - Not. Fun. But it has to happen sometime."

She nods by way of reply.

Percy is walking around with nothing on but his old Bermuda surf boardies, so Annabeth interrupts our conversation to yell a few choice Greek insults at him. He smirks at her as he yanks on a faded Sealife Aquariums t-shirt. 

Piper comes out of the shower in a Hello Kitty t-shirt and an old ski jacket with faded jeans. "For old times' sake," she laughs, as Jason joins her in the 'Sparky' top he got for Christmas from Reyna and Thalia.

Soon everyone is dressed. It's time to begin.

"All right, everyone," I clap my hands. Someone has to do this. "Time to get started. I want all of the bedding outside to air. Have the wardrobes been sealed off?" 

Leo nods his head yes. When it comes to ingenious catches and functions, he's the one to ask. Also if you want a great kiss, but...moving right along. "Everyone fold your beds against the wall," Leo picks up where I left off. "We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?" 

Last time we tried this cleaning method, all the mechanisms in the beds rusted and we couldn't fold them out for a week. This resulted in us having to use the tiny tents in pairs (they were one-person tents. What else do you want to know?) and eating Leo's burritos around a campfire every. Single. Night. Which wasn't that bad, but still.

"Has everyone worked out the button that slides a protective screen over your shelving alcove?" Leo is annoying, even for a boyfriend, but he's good in organising mode.

There is a chorus of 'yes,' 'no duh,' and even a huffy 'of course we have, does he think we're idiots?' I don't know who the last one came from, but it's definitely someone who hasn't had a coffee yet.

"Alrighty then! Let the cleaning begin!"

"Huzzah!" yell Percy and Jason jokingly from the back of the van.

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Everything is ready. The quilts and pillows are airing on a makeshift line between two trees and all the sheets are sitting, ready to receive special treatment. The clothes we'll save for a laundromat after the time before last when they didn't dry in time.

Leo hasn't strapped sponges to his feet this time. He did scrubbing brushes instead.Percy's followed his example and is carrying two buckets of warm soapy water.

I give them the thumbs up, and they step into the van, sealing the door behind them. I hear Percy saying to Leo, "You are about to get very, very wet."

What happens inside the van (Gods, that sounded wrong, sorry!) is that Percy controls the water from the bucket to wash over the van. He and Leo then scrub it all over (don't ask me how they get on the walls. Or how they stop all the posters on the ceiling getting wet and falling off. But anyway) to clean it completely. 

The door squeaks open and one very wet, dishevelled-looking demigod emerges, with a contrastingly warm and dry one.

Percy (the warm dry one, obviously) saunters over to where Piper and Annabeth have hung all the sheets on more makeshift lines. There is a bucket of water placed under each piece of manchester, ready for him to control the water to clean everything.

On the other side of the campsite, Leo and Jason are set up. He controls the winds behind Leo's perfectly safe (we hope) wall of flame, to create a nice warm wind to dry the van. They'll then do the same to the bedding.

I've just noticed Nico. He's running around with his fitted sheet around his shoulders and a sloppy paper crown 'adorning' his head. He appears to be squabbling quietly with Will. I head over to see what's going on.

"Um, what are you doing?" I ask. Will just shakes his head, like, you don't want to know. 

"I'm being..." Nico starts, "a bat!" He makes a silly evil face and 'flies' off. Frank comes up behind us and sees what's going on. He turns into a bat and flies over to torment Nico. 

I can't help laughing as I go back to see that all the washing is finished. Everyone - correction: almost everyone - has fished out their sheets and started putting them on the bedding. I do mine and once I'm finished, a very disgruntled Nico comes back. "He pooped in my hair. Bat poo. Disgusting."

Will gives a lopsided grin. "At least it means you'll finally wash it tonight!"

"Hmmmph."

"Hey! Nico!" Hazel calls from over by the washing lines. "I need your sheet!"

"Fine," he huffs. As he drops off his sheet, Nico grabs his freshly washed quilt and drapes it around himself. "I am the ghost king!"

"You are a dork," says Will.

"That's my line!" Nico replies. The two of them stroll off, bickering. (Anyone recognise that line? No? That's a pity. It's in Trials of Apollo.)

I better go now. Homework and all that.

See ya round, readers!