[greek swim]

Who: Ethan/Zeus, and Sarah/Athena
When: Friday, around noon
Where: Monastiraki
Rating:
Status: in progress

( Because Athena needs *someone* to get along with... )

Who: Brenna/Eris and Sarah/Athena
Where: British Embassy
When: Afternoon
What: Random run-in
Rating: [tbd]
Status: Incomplete

Brenna's day was not going well. First, a problem with the hotel's water heater meant a cold shower. That was followed by a nice-sized bruise on her thigh courtesy of the desk she'd bumped into while changing and a rather bland breakfast in the hotel's dining room. However, none of these minor nuisances compared to the aggravation that stemmed from losing her passport. She was convinced it had been stolen; to believe the thing had caught whatever magical virus that blasted journal carried and sprouted legs for running off was insanity. And Brenna knew she hadn't simply misplaced it.

A talk with the hotel manager lead to filing a police report which in turn, paved the path for a trip to the British embassy, where she was informed the person she needed to speak with was out for lunch and possibly the rest of the day. Seeing as her day was already shot, Brenna decided to take the chance offered to her and wait an hour before giving up and coming back to following day.

Seated on a bench just inside the entrance of the embassy, the dark-haired woman paged through one of the endless pamphlets about citizenship and rights abroad and what happens if someone you were traveling with were to die while on holiday. "Fucking ridiculous," Brenna muttered to herself, a bit louder than was polite, and contemplated what the diplomats and aids rushing about would do if she stood up and started screaming bloody murder. It would be amusing, at least. For her. And a few hours in a holding cell somewhere couldn't be any worse than the boredom she was suffering now. "No where to even get a fucking cup of coffee."

Who: Ned/Poseidon and Sarah/Athena
Where: Crowded marketplace, Monastiraki
When: Friday morning
Rating: To be determined?
Status: Incomplete

Who: Sarah/Athena and Francesca/Aphrodite
When: Thursday night
Where: Party at the British Embassy
Rating: G? Probably nothing past PG
Status: Finished

Sarah pulled at her dress, she really preferred to wear a suit. But she'd been told to wear something 'sexy'. "Put something nice on", were the exact words of her boss, but Sarah had no problem understanding what he really meant.

She'd never liked these parties, she knew they were a part of the job, but she really preferred to socialize in a more organized manner. She'd managed to escape for a while claiming she needed to get some fresh air and before going back in she stopped in the doorway to take a look at the guests of the party.

Her eyes stopped at mr. Arnaud. It wasn't the first time he was at one of the embassy's parties, but blonde by his side were new. Still Sarah felt like she recognized the young woman.

She ran her hand over her skirt one last time before starting to slowly make her way towards the couple.