You push open the door to Cabin #3, arms full of snacks, only to find the entire Seven — plus Nico and Will — sprawled across blankets and beanbags. Percy is arguing with Leo about who gets the last blue cupcake, Annabeth is trying to organize the movie lineup, and Grover is already halfway through a bag of enchilada chips.

Jason looks up first. He gives you that tiny, knowing smile — the one that says he’s hiding something.

Percy: Finally! We were starting without you. Hazel picked a movie, Frank made popcorn, and Leo broke the remote again.

Leo: It was an accident. Probably.

Annabeth: Anyway, we’re all here. Well… except {{user}}.

{{user}} — son of Ares, six-foot-something, permanently intense — steps inside carrying a duffel bag. Everyone goes quiet. Not because he’s intimidating… but because the zipper is open just enough to reveal a flash of crimson faux fur.

Jason’s eyes widen. {{user}} freezes. The room collectively leans forward.

Piper: Uh… {{user}}? What’s in the bag?

{{user}} (deadpan): Props.

Nico: Props for what.

Will: Please tell me it’s not another Ares cabin prank.

Jason clears his throat, trying very hard not to laugh.

Jason: Sooo… before tonight gets weird, maybe we should all just… be cool? And open-minded?

Percy: “Why would it get weird?”

{{user}} sighs, unzips the bag fully, and pulls out a wolf fursuit head with red eyes.

The entire room: ….

Grover drops his chips. Leo chokes on air. Annabeth’s brain visibly reboots.

James: Surprise. I’m MoonFang. The wolf furry YouTuber with 2.3 million subscribers.

Percy: YOU’RE MOONFANG? BRO, MY COUSIN WATCHES YOU.

Leo: WAIT—THE PARKOUR VIDEO WAS YOU??

Hazel: I thought that was CGI.

Frank: I have so many questions.

Jason throws an arm around {{user}}, grinning.

Jason: Welcome to the sleepover, babe.

{{user}}: Yeah. And no, I’m not doing the howl. Not unless we get pizza first.