[filtered from drones, etc, backdated a few hours]

So I have a gift for all of you. I've finally completed my gorgeously constructed letter to our unfortunate new prisoners; I have a stack of copies here, replicated by yours truly, and will generously give one out to anyone who asks. 1767 Beaver Street.

[filtered to Percy Jackson]

I have also completed the two transmitters I promised you. Two days, as promised. Dist the Rose doesn't break his word, after all. The others are up to you.

[Those who happen by his house can find him sitting on a carefully cleared-away spot on the porch, idly flipping through a book. As promised, there's a stack of papers next to him, as well as a medium-sized box.]