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36 (is it 36?) I will not 'redecorate' the Aphrodite cabin, no matter how 'bad' their taste is.

Clarisse La Rue tiptoed as quietly as her combat boots would allow her. Seeing the coast was clear, she beckoned her cabin mates to follow. Operation Pansycake was her idea. Clarisse and her cabin mates absolutely HATED the celebrities Aphrodite did. Zac Efron, Harry Styles, Justin Beiber. All Apollo children. And, in the case of the latter two, failed condoms or abortions. They tiptoed in quietly as could be, but there was no need to be quiet. The Aphrodite's needed their beauty sleep, so they slept like rocks. Down went all the celebrity posters of their choice, and up went posters of Robocop, Braveheart and Darth Vader. Much better choices, if you asked Clarisse.

37. 'Passive situations' are no fun, and will result in serious injury.

Expecting some sort of plan, Silena Beauregard woke up apprehensive and nervous. She woke up, checking for traps, obstructions, or changes. What she found was a robot, an old dude and a Sith Lord. Silena was almost disappointed. Unimpressed, was the word. She walked over to the Ares cabin, not even angry. She knocked on the door until Clarisse answered.

"Hey Clarisse…" She asked. She didn't have charmspeak, but she could sure flirt her way out. Assuming Clarisse was lesbian. No, she knew Clarisse was lesbian. What? Don't judge her, she was Aphrodite.

"What do you want…" Clarisse tried to pull off her usual grunt, suppressing a snicker.

"Clarisse, sweetie… Would you mind giving back all those posters you took?" She said, pulling off her most sensual voice.

"No!" Clarisse exclaimed suddenly, though her expression was near hysterical.

"I'll make a deal with you…" She said. Was she sure she didn't have charmspeak.

38. There is no 'new dude' at the camp.

"Holy fuck dude! New camper, guys!" Travis called out, seeing her from his watch post.

"Yeah there is!" Connor called from the other watch post. Clarisse walked out of the Aphrodite cabin, completely transformed. Not for the better, either.

She left, and was bombarded with questions.

"Have you been claimed?"

"Who's your parent?"

"Are you sick?"

"Yeah, you're looking a little green."

"Uh….." Was all the speech she could manage to muster.

"Why were you coming out of Aphrodite cabin? Did she claim you?"

"Uh…yeah!" Clarisse caught on, lying surprisingly quick.

"Oh, okay! That's cool." The campers walked away, leaving Clarisse to marvel at her 'trick'.

However, the only thing the campers were saying was

"God, that dude is ugly. Looks like that, she could be Ares."

And that is why you never mess with an Aphrodite cabin member.

39. Truces, treaties and agreements should be banned at the Camp.

"So we clean your cabin, and take off the makeup, in exchange for?" Clarisse said, struggling to read the small, tidy scrawl of Silena.

"Three buckets of KFC, a footlong sub and some pizza." Silena said, glancing apprehensively over her shoulder. She didn't want the twins finding out about their treaty. It would 'ruin the fun'. Maybe even allow further pranks.

"Now let's get this done! Quick!" Silena added angrily.

"Not good enough!" Clarisse had her usual yell.

Silena saw the twins approaching. She wanted to get this on quickly.

"A diet coke!" She bargained.

"Too healthy!"

"A bottle of Mountain Dew!"

"Too green!"

AAARGH! SIlena was getting angry, and the twins were getting closer. She gave her final offer, before she exploded.

"A POUND OF BACON!" She screamed, hoping that would tide her over.

"Deal." Clarisse said, finally satisfied. She grabbed the treaty and signed, too slowly. Silena screamed for it to hurry on.

"Done." But too late.

40. Scissors should be banned at treaty meetings.

"Die! Stupid treaty! Die Die Die!" Travis and Connor yelled, as if rehearsed. They cut it into little confetti. They had become one with the scissor.

At the same time, a new agreement was made, one that involved bruises, cuts and concealer.

I hope you liked my new chapter, I sure loved writing it. Anyways, I would REALLY REALLY REALLY loved it if you somehow spread the word, I really want more reviews on this story. After this, I am thinking of making a sequal, either in a different fandom or in a different PJO location. I hope this chapter satisfied you, I may or may not write one tomorrow too. Bye guys!