[ if percy were to ask alisha what she thought of the shard being inside of them all, she'd tell him it was bullshit. there's nothing inside any of them that makes them special. things outside of their control do that — lightning storms and other powerful and incredibly unstable people. shit happens because she didn't ask for it (and, jesus, doesn't she sound like curtis?). but with this shard comes free food — and alisha's going to focus on that for now. her friends are safe; simon will come find her; nothing bad is going to happen here because she won't be here long enough for anything shitty to happen. ]
[ with a plate in her hand, she pulls the seat out beside him. it's then that she looks up and sees him — and perhaps it's the polite thing to do, to ask this question: ] Er. Anyone sitting here?
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[ with a plate in her hand, she pulls the seat out beside him. it's then that she looks up and sees him — and perhaps it's the polite thing to do, to ask this question: ] Er. Anyone sitting here?