[greek swim]

Who: Victor/Apollo and Chloe/Demeter
Where: Victor's apartment
When: Friday morning
What: Hangovers and conversations the morning after their date
Rating: tbd
Status: Incomplete

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To: Victor Fitzgerald
From: Chloe Rose Montgomery
Time: Sunday, October 26 at 3:41pm
Subject: Need a night out

Victor,

It's Chloe from the beach.  Things have been crazy lately and I need of a night on the town with good company and lots of alcohol to help me unwind.   Up to the challenge?  I'm free all this week so let me know.

- Chloe

Who: Demeter/Chloe and Persephone/Anne
What: Dinner and conversation
Where: Spondi
When: Saturday night
Rating: tbd
Status: Incomplete

Spondi was perhaps her favorite restaurant so far. The setting, a handsome 19th-century town house with a courtyard, was absolutely divine. The wine list boasted and extensive collection and so far, the service had been excellent. Chloe took another sip of the woodsy red wine she'd been offered, overly careful not to spill it on her white Greco-roman styled dress as she waited for any sign of Anne. Sweet Jesus, she was more nervous than she'd ever been on any date to her recollection and this was... was what? Something akin to a mother meeting a child she'd given up for adoption? Even that was off but was the closest thing the blonde could liken the meeting to.

She'd taken an exorbitant amount of time getting ready; making sure hair, dress and makeup was immaculate before having the car drop her off a half hour early so she could lord over the table setting as well. Knowing the head chef had helped with the latter and Chloe would be forever grateful to the Frenchman for putting up with her neurotic nature. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be precise and clean and crisp from the spotless silverware to the fresh cut poppies serving as a centerpiece.

Another sigh and the tiny woman fiddled with one of the silver bangles that encircled her wrist. They were just going to talk. Conversation about their lives, about what was happening to them. What had happened to them. Chloe still wasn't sure what she believed but being in a setting where she was comfortable (and that had plenty of alcohol) she knew she could at least talk it out with the mysterious girl who'd bumped into her the week before. Anne would be there soon, would be escorted to the booth tucked in the back away from any traffic and until then, Chloe had nothing to do but wait.

It had been over a week, nearly two when she finally got up the courage to make the call, though the blonde woman wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed to get voicemail.

"Hi, Anne. It's Chloe; we bumped into each other shopping a little over a week ago. It's about 9:30 on Friday morning and I was wondering if you were available to talk anytime this weekend. I know of a rather delightful restaurant called 'Spondi' that I've been meaning to try and would love getting a second opinion on if you're game. Just give me a buzz back at this number if you are and I can set a reservation for whenever. If not, I hope we can arrange something else because I'd really like to talk now that my head's stopped spinning. Anyway, gotta run. My assistant's trying to get my attention by flailing his arms as only a gay man on the verge of a breakdown can which usually means I'm running late for something. Talk to you later, I hope. Thanks. Bye."

Who: Demeter/Chloe and Pan/Jack
What: A run-in in the park
When: Monday afternoon
Where: National Garden
Rating: tbd
Status: Complete

She'd needed to get away. Away from the people who, no matter how much she loved them, questioned and pestered and chattered too much for her to handle. Away from the technology that was all around her: computers and cell phones and blackberries were all turned off and left behind. Away from the city with cars and buses and smoke and smog... Everything that had cluttered her life. Had polluted it.

Chloe shook her head as she moved along the walking path. Thank the sweet Lord she'd found somewhere green. A piece of haven where the interruptions of daily life and business couldn't reach her. The National Garden was beautiful, serene and just what she'd needed to clear her mind. A short trip to the little zoo made her smile - though the peacocks, for some unknown reason, had unnerved her enough that she'd moved past them with barely a glance. The botanical museum had likewise lifted her spirits and driven away some of the confusion but it couldn't hold a candle to being outside among the trees and flowers gathered from all around the world.

The blonde drew in a deep breath, inhaling the sensual, glorious scent the air was filled with. But that wasn't all that was carried on the wind. With a small frown of concentration, Chloe focused on the light strain of music, trying to identify the source.

Who: Chloe/Demeter and Anne/Persephone
What: Shopping
Where: Boutiques of Kolonaki
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: tbd
Status: Complete

"I know, Charlie. I promise I won't wander too far," Chloe vowed to the man on the other side of the phone that she cradled between chin and shoulder. "I'm just going to pick up a few things and I'll be back with plenty of time to prepare for Mr. P's little party-meeting-happy hour thing. Don't get yourself in a knot, Sugar." Silk slipped through her fingers as she examined a skirt that hung outside one of the trendy shops. The floral pattern was stunning, but sadly, the piece looked far too long for her tiny frame; so much so she was actually contemplating whether or not she could get away with wearing it as a dress instead. "The longer you keep me on this call, the longer I'm gonna take," she warned her handler who was in a tizzy over her disappearance. "So, I'm going to hang up now and maybe, if you're a good boy and can trust me to do as I say, I'll bring you back something shiny." Bribes usually worked with Charlie; or at least, they tempered the frequency of his calls.

Holding the skirt up to her chest with one hand, Chloe made a few kissing noises into her phone, tossed off another 'goodbye, Sugar' and hung up. She snickered to herself and stuffed the little pink mobile away in her purse then looked over the piece one more. The shape wouldn't be right, unfortunately, but it was gorgeous. Maybe she could find a similar fabric later to bring back to LA and have a dress made.

As she placed it back on the rack, her attention was drawn to a line of scarves that hung nearby. The palate of colors, the hand-stitched embroidery; Chloe instantly fell in love with each and every one of them. She'd always adored that particular accessory and secretly took some responsibility for bringing them back into fashion. Beaming, she touched the material, basking in the way it flowed like water through her fingers. A pale yellow with hand-stitched poppies was her first choice followed by a vibrant purple and blue one. To the collection she added a pastoral green flower print and a glamorous indigo what was accented with tiny crystals, echoing a clear night's sky. However, it was the white scarf with pink fringe, hand painted with a incredibly detailed garden scene that won her heart. Chloe took her selection to the register and handed over her credit card without any thought to the price; she was allowed to splurge on herself every now and again! The girl at the counter smiled as she wrapped the scarves in paper, carefully packing them into a bag, but the blonde Texan stopped her when she got to the white one. "I'm going to wear that one," she told the child who nodded her understanding and handed it over with the bag and a wish of a good afternoon.

Returning the Greek, an uncertain 'Efharisto' and 'Kalispera,' Chloe draped the new scarf over her head, crossed the ends and tossed them back over her shoulders. Perfect. Still smiling, the petite woman continued to shop her way down the street.

Who: Chloe/Demeter and Victor/Apollo
What: Beaching it
Where: Glyfada Beach
When: Late morning, early afternoon
Rating: [tbd]
Status: Incomplete

It was 16km to Glyfada beach from the center of Athens, but once Chloe was there, she swore she'd stumbled across the path to paradise. Being late in the season, few tourists crowded the sand, giving the little blonde more than enough room to stretch her bikini-clad self out. The sun and surf were almost enough to make her miss home, miss LA... almost. With a cold beer in hand and the latest Cosmo nearby, she was all but convinced nothing could make her getaway any better. Except for maybe if her Blackberry exploded.

Charlie had called three times while she made the trip; her aide too busy to join her which was most definitely his loss. Ah well. Maybe, just maybe, she could claim the sea had stolen her phone. Of course, as Chloe had no intention of actually swimming - in a pool, yes; the ocean, not a chance on God's green Earth! - and Charlie was quite aware of that fact, her chances were slim to none. She'd just have to come up with a better excuse later for why she didn't answer any of his calls. For now, she'd much rather soak in the sun, forsaking man's inventions. Well, most of them. The alcohol could escape exile. The fashion magazine as well. Because, really, a girl had to keep herself entertained somehow!

Who: Chloe/Demeter and Tanym/Hades
What: Antique shopping and dog-walking
Where: Abyssinia Square in Monastraki
When: Sunday
Rating: Gish.
Status: Complete

( Life and Death come face to face. )

Who: Chloe/Demeter and Tristan/Dionysus
Where: King George Palace then some winery
What: Wine tasting
Rating: [tbd]
Status: Incomplete

Prepared for whatever Charlie had arranged (at least, she hoped so), Chloe made her way down to the marble lobby of the King George Palace hotel. Of course, her handler had played the fool, pretending to not know what she was talking about and even insisting they'd had plans for some tour instead! If it was one thing that man could do, other than a perfect french braid, it was playing dumb. Like a fox. The little blonde smiled to herself as she walked, the echoing click of four inch heels following in her wake and the black journal clutched in one hand. This had better be worth it. Yes, the wine was good last night and she had enjoyed it - in moderation, of course - but the promise of possible, sinful fun was getting her hopes up, just a bit.

Chloe gave the concierge a dazzling grin while flipping open the journal to find the name she'd been supplied with. "Chloe Rose Montgomery. I'm supposed to meet a Mr... Tristan Cudahy. Do you know if he's arrived yet?" Her nose wrinkled sweetly in slight but adorable confusion. Damsel in distress was a role that came naturally to her, being so small, even when it was completely faked.