[greek swim]

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: Tanym/Hades and Anne/Persephone
When: Night, graveyard-shift time
What: Seph surprises Hades by popping in while he's at work
Where: The morgue
Rating: PG
Status: complete

( She took the fruit, broke past the thick scarlet skin, and held it, for a moment, looking at the ruby red seeds glistening in the translucent-white flesh, marveling at it. Her fingers pulled out a half dozen of the arils, and she pressed them to her lips, one by one, savoring the bitter-sweet taste. )

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: Persephone/Anne and Hecate/Felicity
Where: Anne’s Apartment
When: Wednesday Afternoon
What: Hecate is back in the country, goes to pick up her dogs and talk to her oldest friend.
Rating: tbd
Status: Incomplete

( Witchcraft is a spiritual path. You walk it for nourishment of the soul, to commune with the life force of the universe, and to thereby better know your own life. )

Who: Tristan/Dionysus and Anne/Persephone
When: Thursday
What: Coffee and such
Where: Coffee shop
Rating: [tbd]
Status: [incomplete]

( With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. )

Who: Tanym/Hades and Anne/Persephone
When: The morning after
What: Stuff and things
Where: Tanym's place
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: complete

( I'd like to dance with you... It's refreshing; you should try it. )

Who: Tanym/Hades and Anne/Persephone
When: Evening
What: Dinner, talking and something better than dessert afterward
Where: Tanym's place
Rating: PG-13 now
Status: [complete.]

( April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. )

Who: Anne/Persephone and Felicity/Hecate
When: Afternoonish
Where: A cafe in Plaka
Rating: PGish
Status: [in-progress]

( After the cups, the marmalade, the tea )

Who: Tanym/Hades and Anna/Persephone
Where: Rodakio in Psirri
When: 'Later that night'

Tanym waited outside, he'd left Kirby with Mrs. Leraas and headed out. She was all a bubble, willing to watch Kirby without a question and telling him to stay out as long as he liked. It must say something about your love life if your neighbor is thrilled with you finally having a date. He did dress nicely not formal, but  like a date. He wore a white button up, black slacks and a long sleeved black sweater, the journal shoved into one pocket.

The music inside the place could be heard outside, it was blues tonight and inside was already filling up a bit. The tables outside, however, were still free and that was fine with him, he wanted to be able to enjoy the music with her, and talk.

Who: Tanym/Hades and OPEN
When: Late Friday afternoon
Where: Thission area, on the street
Rating: N/A
Status: Incomplete