Anyone remotely familiar with Mount Olympus in any incarnation will probably recognize being there. It shows signs of being in the midst of reconstruction, with temples and buildings in various states of repair or completion. It fits right in with the motif of Sinbrilee itself, but there's something hopeful and promising about it all.
Standing tall and vaguely proud near the center of it all is the forty foot tall original Athena Parthenos, and Annabeth herself is sitting at its feet, hovered over a mess of papers and temple designs and sketchbooks. This is her Olympus, the plans of which she was placed in charge of. In her line of sight is a library, giant and finished and if you know anything about Annabeth at all, it's easy to see her influence and personality in its design. In the distance, even though it can't be seen at all, is the sound of the ocean.
II.
It's a cavern. A dark, heavy cavern, clearly underground, the pressure and intensity of which mimics the Death plane, but isn't quite. The floor is made of spiderwebs, woven together tight, but it's also littered with dark holes that open into an endless darkness. They're mostly avoidable, if you're aware of your surroundings.
The Athena Parthenos also exists here, but this one is covered in spiderwebs and its presence is much more looming and shadowed. Moving all over it, and around the entirety of the cavern, are hundreds of tiny spiders, whispering and calling out for their mother.
Annabeth is covered in webs and dirt and grime, with a bubble wrap cast around her ankle, and she's screaming. There's a line of web wrapped around the same broken ankle, and it's yanking her, pulling her back for a giant gaping hole in the ground. Her hands scrape at the ground, and she cries out for help, but it's futile. She goes over the edge, alone, managing to grab onto a jutted out ledge roughly fifteen feet from the top. The web is pulling her straight down, where the only thing that awaits her is darkness - a creeping, cold darkness, heavy with hatred and a foreboding sense of horror. A bodiless, hissing voice crawls up from the pit, "No escape. I go to Tartarus, and you will come, too."
She chokes out a sob, fingers shaking, knowing it's only a matter of time before she can't hold on anymore, before she falls. "Percy," is the only hoarse cry she can muster; he's not here, he doesn't have her hand, he couldn't catch her, and she's going to fall alone into only her death.
[ooc; doop doop, feel free to stumble upon this as annabeth is going over the edge of the crevice!]
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Anyone remotely familiar with Mount Olympus in any incarnation will probably recognize being there. It shows signs of being in the midst of reconstruction, with temples and buildings in various states of repair or completion. It fits right in with the motif of Sinbrilee itself, but there's something hopeful and promising about it all.
Standing tall and vaguely proud near the center of it all is the forty foot tall original Athena Parthenos, and Annabeth herself is sitting at its feet, hovered over a mess of papers and temple designs and sketchbooks. This is her Olympus, the plans of which she was placed in charge of. In her line of sight is a library, giant and finished and if you know anything about Annabeth at all, it's easy to see her influence and personality in its design. In the distance, even though it can't be seen at all, is the sound of the ocean.
II.
It's a cavern. A dark, heavy cavern, clearly underground, the pressure and intensity of which mimics the Death plane, but isn't quite. The floor is made of spiderwebs, woven together tight, but it's also littered with dark holes that open into an endless darkness. They're mostly avoidable, if you're aware of your surroundings.
The Athena Parthenos also exists here, but this one is covered in spiderwebs and its presence is much more looming and shadowed. Moving all over it, and around the entirety of the cavern, are hundreds of tiny spiders, whispering and calling out for their mother.
Annabeth is covered in webs and dirt and grime, with a bubble wrap cast around her ankle, and she's screaming. There's a line of web wrapped around the same broken ankle, and it's yanking her, pulling her back for a giant gaping hole in the ground. Her hands scrape at the ground, and she cries out for help, but it's futile. She goes over the edge, alone, managing to grab onto a jutted out ledge roughly fifteen feet from the top. The web is pulling her straight down, where the only thing that awaits her is darkness - a creeping, cold darkness, heavy with hatred and a foreboding sense of horror. A bodiless, hissing voice crawls up from the pit, "No escape. I go to Tartarus, and you will come, too."
She chokes out a sob, fingers shaking, knowing it's only a matter of time before she can't hold on anymore, before she falls. "Percy," is the only hoarse cry she can muster; he's not here, he doesn't have her hand, he couldn't catch her, and she's going to fall alone into only her death.
[ooc; doop doop, feel free to stumble upon this as annabeth is going over the edge of the crevice!]