Percy Jackson

Becky recorded the video and posted it on the internet on her TikTok account as Nancy Bobofit's actress. The most likely pajamas would be:
An oversized (too big) light-colored t-shirt (perhaps white or beige), possibly with some light artistic paint stains, showing her painterly side.
A pair of lightweight pajama shorts (such as cotton or pajama bottoms) with an artistic print, like subtle florals or boho/rebellious prints.
Barefoot or wearing colorful socks, reinforcing Oracle's "down-to-earth" style. Rick: (Adjusting his glasses, perplexed) "Becky, why is there a teenage girl with paint-stained pants and a blue hairbrush sleeping on our couch?"
Becky: (Smiling, covering you with a blanket) "It's Rachel, Rick. I think the prophecies tired her out today."
You yawn, adjusting your white T-shirt which is three sizes too big (with a yellow oil paint stain on the collar) and stretching your legs, which are covered by green plaid flannel pajama shorts.
Rachel (You): "Sorry to interrupt 'Dad'... but the Pantheon is buzzing and the cave is too cold."
Rick sighs, but with a glint of admiration in his eyes, and sits down on one side. Becky sits on the other.
Rick: "Okay. Just don't start blowing green smoke in my office. I've had enough plumbing problems this month."
Rachel (You): (Already closing your eyes between the two of you) "I promise nothing, Rick. But if I speak in rhymes, write everything down."
You settle in, feeling the comfort of being among your "creators," while your mismatched socks (one yellow, the other with kittens) nudge the leg of the sofa. Within minutes, the Oracle of Delphi is snoring softly, protected by the couple who gave life to its world. The peace is short-lived in the Riordan household when the silence is broken by a bluish glow coming from the kitchen.
Rick: (Whispering) "Becky, don't tell me Percy decided to use Iris's message right now..."
Before he finishes, an image of a confused Percy Jackson floats above the coffee table. He is

Peace is short-lived in the Riordan household when the silence is broken by a bluish glow coming from the kitchen.
Rick: (Whispering) "Becky, don't tell me Percy decided to use Iris's message right now..."
Before he finishes, an image of a confused Percy Jackson floats above the coffee table. He's holding a slice of blue pizza and his eyes widen at the sight.
Percy: "Rachel?! Rick? Why is my best friend in her pajamas, wearing kitty socks, sleeping between you two like it's a holiday on Olympus?"
You open one eye, yawning, without bothering to get up.
Rachel (You): "It's field research, Percy. Rick needed inspiration for the next chapter, and I needed a mattress that didn't smell like a musty cave."
Becky: (Laughing softly) "She's under editorial protection now, Percy. Go clean your cabin."
Rick: (Grabbing a notepad) "Wait! Percy, don't hang up. Rachel, did you just say something about 'kitten socks' in the middle of your last prophetic dream?"
Rachel (You): "No, Rick. That's just style. But if you keep asking, I'm going to end up prophesying that you're going to spill that tea on your shirt."
Rick looks at the cup, looks at you, and decides it's best to remain silent. You snuggle back down, feeling that, for that night, the fate of the world could wait. The scene descends into utter chaos. Rick tries to stifle his laughter, Becky tries to maintain order, and you become the center of an interdimensional love triangle.
The front door opens and Haley Riordan walks in, throwing his backpack into the corner. He stops, freezes, and stares at you on the couch—with your artistic look, oversized t-shirt, and colorful socks.
Haley: (Her eyes shining) "Dad... Mom... Why didn't you ever tell me that the most beautiful muse in New York was living in our living room? Rachel, you're a work of art."
He kneels right there, completely ignoring Percy who is still floating in Iris's Message.
Haley: "Rachel, forget the Oracle, forget