[It's been just over a month and a half since Percy Jackson had arrived in Asgard. And it'd actually been a month and a half he roughly kept count of for a very important reason. So that morning when the bracelet turns out the mischievous grin and excited eyes at what take over first as he adjusts the bracelets.]

My mom's Sally Jackson and she's absolutely the best person in the world-- worlds, now. And she has a few crazy traditions and likes showing small miracles. Like selling art pieces, not getting expelled, a week without bizarre things happening. That sort of thing. So it's a tradition.

Today's kind of a big miracle. At least I think it's today. I might have forgot a day or two. It might be later, but I'm going with today. If it wasn't that would suck because, uh-- [He waits a minute to finish that idea.] So, yeah, if it was against all odds that I'd make it to sixteen then today is definitely a miracle. It means another miracle's important , so---

[He turns the bracelet around to the table of demigod house where he has collected the breakfast for his seventeenth birthday and it's an assortment of candies, breakfast materials, and drinks all in one specific color: blue (most notably blue waffles, coke, pancakes, and cookies). Blue food is just everywhere and he goes to get a forkful of his blue pancakes before the bracelet returns to looking at him.]

The next time someone says green eggs and ham you should say it's blue eggs and ham. Blue food is real, Percy can turn seventeen, and he can survive being a boyfriend for a year.

Small miracles-- That's the motto of today.

[ This is Scott McCall. Except his name is coming up as Scott Stilinski on the network. Stilinski is his best friend's surname. All shall be explained. ]

So I was going to talk about this sooner but there was that ghost problem and it didn't seem like an appropriate time to talk about my... marriage. [ Yes, that is a wedding ring on his finger. Which won't come off. ]

I just wanted to warn everyone not to get drunk here. Because if you get drunk, one of the gods might find it funny to curse you and your best friend to be married while you're drunkenly declaring your love for each other. Even if you have a girlfriend. [ The situation he's describing? Is basically what happened to him. ]

Sorry to my friends who weren't invited to our wedding. It was so out of the blue even we didn't see it coming. [ Scott is facepalming so hard right now. ]

Does anybody want to date my husband, by the way? [ Because Stiles will not shut up about being single, even is he's a married man now. ] Anyone who doesn't have a problem with dating someone who has a husband.

( locked to Allison )

Almost... just a little to the right- there, thanks!

[There's a laugh as the feed switches to video. Henry is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, clutching two chickens- one of whom who has just finished pecking at his bracelet, somehow managing to turn it on.

Except on closer inspection Henry's not actually holding them. Not in his hands.

He doesn't actually have hands.

Henry has chickenhands.]

Hey-o, Asgard! Look what Thor gave me~

[Two hens, perfectly normal apart from manifesting from someone's wrists. Henry is cradling them carefully in his arms to support them, and the three seem entirely content at this arrangement. The chickens cluck politely to one another, as he rubs his face against each feathery body. It was kind of hard to pet them otherwise.]

Isn't this amazing!? I bet you guys are all jealous, nya ha! But hey, quick question- do you think I still need to feed them? I mean, they're attached to me, but they still have heads and stuff.

If so, does anyone wanna bring me some kind of bird feed? Or Henry feed for that matter! It's a liiiittle hard to pick anything up, and I don't really wanna snack on one of these guys. That could get pretty messy!

[Henry laughs again, but it's not like gnawing off one of his own hands wouldn't fit in with the state of the rest of the room around him. It's halfway-dismantled and full of crows, bloody symbols still scrawled over the window and part of the wall and oh god the mess.]

But weren't those ghosts that appeared awesome? Being haunted's great fun, even if you're not the right target. What kind of cool things did yours say? Mine hurled a loooot of threats, nya ha! I hope they show up again~