A/N:

Dauntless: I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure I have never started a chapter, thanks to DEMIGOD! She never lets me start.

Demigod: Yeah, because you never get here first!

Dauntless: That's because I never get a say of when we write! Whenever I ask you you always say you're busy.

Demigod: If I say I'm busy, that means you can start the chapter! Plus, you rarely ask. Also, I always ask questions and your answer is always "I don't care!"

Dauntless: FINE! I DO CARE! SO HA!

Demigod: Gods, we bicker like an old married couple sometimes.

Dauntless: Whatever. Ducks are evil.

Both: Well, anyways…..

Disclaimer: Ducks are bad. So is being sued. So don't sue us. We don't claim to own any of this, so just keep calm and never trust a duck. (Demigod: that was Dauntless)

Chapter 6:

Reyna's POV:

"I'll get the floor!" I said as we walked into Beatrice's room. Annabeth looked at the hard floor mournfully.

"Me too, I guess."

Beatrice looked conflicted. Finally, she spoke up. "One of you guys can take the bed. I'll take the floor."

Annabeth sighed. "You take it, Reyna. I've slept in much worse places than the floor."

"As have I."

Before Annabeth could retort, Beatrice stepped in. "As much as I would love to hear a long, drawn out argument likely ending in bloodshed over the ever-important issue of where everyone sleeps, I would like to point out the fact that we have other things to do. There will be plenty more things to argue about."

Annabeth's gray eyes remained stubborn. "I refuse to sleep on a comfortable mattress while my fellow comrade writhes around on the floor in pain."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. "You know, we may live simply, but that doesn't mean that we expect our guests to lie on a cold hard floor. Also, the bed isn't actually that much nicer than the floor. It's basically an elevated chunk of wood supported by metal bars and covered in a thin layer of material."

"Well, then. That means that we will all be rolling around in agony. I shall take the elevated hunk of wood. Let us sleep," I said.

Obviously, we did not sleep right then, though I wouldn't have argued. Instead, we ate dinner. I can't actually tell you what it was, because I couldn't taste it. Not that I'm complaining. It wasn't that bad. It was food, and it filled me up. But if you add the soft texture of the unknown dish and the lack of flavor, if you had put a spoonful in my mouth while I was blindfolded, I would probably barely know there was anything in my mouth at all. There was no dessert, understandably. Percy asked when the dessert was coming, which seemed to bother Natalie. It was rude to ask, considering this was our hostess, and this whole family was uber polite, and expected everyone else to be, too. Except for Beatrice. She tried to act like her family, but I'm good at reading people, and after years of hiding my emotions, I could tell when someone was doing the same. Beatrice was conflicted.

I snapped out of my daze when Caleb answered politely, "We don't have dessert. It doesn't serve a real purpose to the consumer, besides pleasure."

No dessert? Serves no purpose? Who are these monsters? I thought.

Percy looked like he was thinking the same thing. He was not really bothering to hide the dejected expression on his face. Ignoring Annabeth's glares from across the table, he asked his next question.

"Do you have any blue food?"

Beatrice looked up from her bland meal in confusion, as if those two words didn't go together.

Natalie seemed to share her daughter's bewilderment. "Blue food?" She asked it in the way someone would ask, "Fluffy lizards flying through the air eating peanut butter and ketchup tortillas in pink underwear?"

"Yes."

Natalie crinkled her forehead. "I've never heard of blue food. I don't think it exists."

The expression on Percy's face looked like a mix between a hurt puppy and an angry Titan. I sighed. There goes any hope of him forming a positive acquaintance with Natalie Prior.

Percy's POV

"Blue food is a thing!" I said heatedly.

Natalie looked skeptical.

"I can't believe you people haven't had blue food!"

"Where would I even get blue food?" Natalie asked.

"Make it!" I shouted.

"Percy, calm down," Annabeth said.

"They don't have any blue food," I whined.

"Not all places you'll go will have blue food," she reasoned.

"Fine." I slumped in my seat. Thinking back on it, I probably came out as a whiney four year old, but hey, when you get kidnapped by a man in a magic blue box, you're allowed to be a little picky, right?

Beatrice, Caleb, and their dad were looking back and forth between me and Natalie, as if they expected one of us to explode. Nico was picking at the flavorless food, while Reyna and Annabeth were having a silent conversation. Natalie had resumed eating, so everyone else took it as the signal to do the same.

"So…" Nico said awkwardly. "What about these tests I'm hearing about?"

"The aptitude tests?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah, those."

"They help you choose your faction. There are five factions, Amity, the peaceful, Candor, the honest, Erudite, the smart, Dauntless, the brave, and Abnegation, the selfless. This is Abnegation," Caleb explained.

"How do you show your choice?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, the tests recommend a faction, and you cut your hand and bleed on something that represents your faction"

"That was subtle," Nico muttered.

Reyna elbowed him in the gut.

"So, what happens during the aptitude tests?" Annabeth asked, ignoring Nico.

"Well, we're not supposed to talk about our results, but they test us by injecting a serum into our systems and creating a simulation," Caleb said.

"And do you have to choose the faction that the test recommends?"

"No."

"Well what if you test positive for more than one faction?" Annabeth asked.

Silence fell.

"I don't know, I don't think it's ever happened before," Caleb responded carefully.

"But–" Everyone shot Annabeth a "drop it" glare.

"Well, this was a nice dinner, thank you," Reyna said.

"You four are probably tired, we'll let you go sleep now, if you wish."

I yawned. "Yes, please!" The others nodded in agreement. We all stood up and headed upstairs and retreated into our temporary rooms.

I laid down on top of the blanket Caleb had given me and fell asleep almost instantly.

A/N:

Demigod: This time, we actually apologize for the late update.

Dauntless: I claim full responsibility. I apologize. I have been an evil troll.

Demigod: Yes. Yes, you have.

Dauntless: Thank you, Demigod. I know that last part was completely necessary.

Demigod: Anyways, we hope that you guys leave a review, we find them very helpful and we appreciate the feedback!

Dauntless: Merp.

Demigod: Helpful. Anyways… bye.

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