[i]Poseidon Cabin...[/i]

	Percy hesitated for a bit in the entranceway of the cabin. It felt like a sunken bunker, as if fish would drift by the window at any moment. But at the same time, it had almost more of a lived-in feeling than the Hermes Cabin did, despite their being only two occupants. His cheeks went slightly red, as he set down his few belongings on an empty bunk - the minotaur horn mainly. He kept Riptide in his pocket. Besides a change of clothes in one of the camp bags, he didn't really have much of anything. 

	"How long did everyone stare at you like you were a flesh eating alien?" Percy asked suddenly. "Because that's been happening since last night."