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_hades (_hades) wrote in peripeteia_rpg,
@ 2009-06-26 19:33:00

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hades, phobos

Lunch!
Who: Eddie (Hades) and Jackson (Phobos)
What: Eddie is hungry after a morning meeting and wanders into Hondo's for some lunch and to go over his notes.
Where: Hondo's
When: June 21st, noon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Eddie had been in a meeting all morning. His head was stuffed with greek now, but his belly was grumblingly empty. As he walked through Psirri, he looked around him with a strange smile on his face. He'd only been in the country a few days, but already it was comfortable. Well, other than the language. He was still working on that.

The meeting that morning had been most productive. Now he needed to find divers willing to be trained in some of the new mining techniques. Or willing to help him design airlocks so that those with more mining experience could go under. It was an interesting problem to face. Miners generally weren't divers, and divers generally didn't mine.

Not that it was manual, like it had been back even a few decades ago. But at least until the shafts were sunk, he needed people competent in both trades.

Contemplating this new problem, he found himself outside of a bar with a sign that said Hondo's. Deciding that a taverna was just the place to try and think through this problem, he pushed the door open, his eyes adjusting as quickly as always to the dim light as he looked at the mostly empty booths, making his way over to one in the corner and sitting in it with a thump.

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_hades
2009-06-26 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Eddie blinked, slowly shaking his head, but the words triggered something, a memory of something, really. Something he'd read. In that book.

Hondo's.

"Er, what's your name?" he asked softly, intently, his eyes widening. "Are you, er, Keiran? Or, um, Jackson, per chance?" His voice was all but stuttering as he said the names from that book. Written about this place. He was sure of it now, even without double checking.

Why had he come in here? There were hundreds of little places like this in Athens, and he hadn't been looking for it. This was just too bloody weird.

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phobos_
2009-06-26 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Jackson felt like this was becoming old hat and felt a little sympathy for the guy. This must've been how he looked when he realized the same thing about the journals with Ginny. Sliding into the booth across from the guy, he nodded. "Jackson," he replied patiently. "You have a journal too then. Keiran's the bartender. I've met two others for certain. You're the fourth I've met so far. It gets easier, I promise. The feelings of familiarity and certainty don't though. I still have trouble with those."

He gave the other man a small sympathetic smile. "What's your name and how did you get your journal?"

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_hades
2009-06-26 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Eddie felt the blood drain from his face, and picked up his beer to take a long pull before he even considered answering.

"Uh... it was in the drawer of my bunk on the boat I was on yesterday. I... I own a mining firm, and we're branching out into some underwater work. We were exploring some caves as possibilities and were on the boat for most of the day and... and there it was. My name on it and everything."

He swallowed hard and finished his beer.

"So... so it's true, then? Not some fucked up joke?"

He remembered what he'd written about the woman and the cave and wanted to gag that someone else might, no make that would, read that!

He fell silent then, thinking of her. He didn't even know who she was, but that woman had haunted his dreams, had haunted him.

Finally he took a deep breath and looked back at Jackson. "What about you?"

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phobos_
2009-06-26 09:00 pm UTC (link)

"I found it rummaging through my pack for a snack on a ferry from Crete to Athens," Jackson replied with a grin. "And it's true, no fucked up joke. In some ways I wish it were but in a lot of others I'm very glad it isn't. This feels... right, you know? Athens specifically but Greece in general feels more like home than New York ever did and I'm guessing it feels that way to you and the others too.

"Question is, why? And I'd be careful about what you right in your journal. Other people read your entries and they aren't shy about responding. I don't really believe in magic, but those journals and all of these coincidences and knowing people is making me rethink all that."

He cocked his head and looked at the other man curiously. "You gonna be ok? You look a little pale there."

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_hades
2009-06-26 11:37 pm UTC (link)

"I-" he broke off, propping his head in his hands for a long moment. "I think so. I just... I had a real interesting conversation through those pages. It was odd how much she seemed to have the same dreams as me. But the fact that anyone could read them, well, it just hit home."

It was probably hard to understand him through his hands, and he wasn't enunciating to carefully anyway.

After a long minute he looked up, meeting dark eyes.

"You said you met others. Who else?"

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phobos_
2009-06-27 09:56 am UTC (link)

"Sam, he's a dancer, Keiran who's a bartender here and probably asleep right now and Ginny who's a football player. I've also talked to one other person through the journal but I don't know who that was," Jackson replied, glancing over at the kitchen.

"You're food's up, one sec." He stood to retrieve the plate of food and two fresh beers, one for himself and another one for the man. He looked like he needed a shot of something cold.

"Keiran and Sam met by accident at a music store, I actually sought out Ginny after watching one of her games and Keiran and I met by coincidence when I came in looking for a job. And now I met you by accident. Although the more these accidents keep happening I'm beginning to believe they aren't really accidents at all. It feels... like something's calling to us, making us meet. If that makes any sense," Jackson said taking a bracing sip of his beer.

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_hades
2009-06-27 10:02 am UTC (link)

Slowly, Eddie took a bite of the food, not speaking. "I suppose it does," he said, when he'd eaten enough to feel a bit better. He paused a moment then, his brain catching on something. "Is Ginny British?" he finally asked, then chewed a bit more. "Seems I remember some newspaper story about a Ginny who came down here for pro football." He looked up at Jackson with a smile.

"If it's the same girl, I wouldn't mind going to one of her games and meeting her after. If the pic in the paper did her any justice, she's got great legs and an arse to die for."

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phobos_
2009-06-27 10:14 am UTC (link)

The sudden violence that surged up inside Jackson startled him enough that it kept him from reaching over and pounding the face of this nameless man. "Ginny St. Croix. And it's the same girl," he replied with a calm he didn't feel. "I'm not sure when her next game is."

He forced his hand to unclench and forced himself to relax. This man was just making an idle comment any straight red blooded male would make and Ginny wasn't his just yet anyway. He had no right to be possessive of her. "So what was your name again? I don't think I caught it." So I know what to the funeral director when they ask what to put on your tombstone, Jackson thought to himself.

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_hades
2009-06-27 10:24 am UTC (link)

"Eddie," he answered, noting the sudden tension in the large man's shoulders and wondering what caused it. Was he an item with this Ginny? He seemed to be reacting like it, although he hadn't come out and said so. Amused, Eddie shrugged it off. "Edward Clayton-Smithe, actually, but as I said in the journal, no one actually calls me that. I own a mining firm, and we're expanding to Athens. And yes, like you said, it feels strangely, um, home-like."

He decided to push just a bit further. After all, he wasn't really interested in Ginny, well, not more than any other hot, single woman. He was really interested in meeting this Anne, though. But just to see....

"So is she a good fuck? That what has you all tense and flexing?" he asked, amused.

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phobos_
2009-06-27 10:36 am UTC (link)

Jackson's hand lashed out across the table, snatching Eddie's collar up and practically hauling him across the table. Eddie was taller but Jackson was bigger. "You say one word about her, I will pull a Kali Ma on you and feast on your heart!" Something inside him was flowing - panic, fear - but not his, just the ability to manipulate it along with a battle readiness he knew he shouldn't be able to know because he'd been in fist fights but never full on battle.

Startled and shocked at his behavior and these feelings, Jackson suddenly dropped Eddie back into his seat and stood quickly. "I - I'm sorry. I have to go back to work," he said abruptly, taking his pint and disappearing in the back. He fled to the bathroom and cupped cold water in his hands, splashing it on his face. His hands were trembling and he felt nauseous at the realization that he could've easily killed that man. He couldn't let that happen again.

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	_hades 2009-06-27 10:39 am UTC (link)
	Eddie wasn't at all hungry to finish his food after that. Pushing the plate away, he left some money on the table and walked out feeling a bit numb and more than a little scared. These people were crazy! Was he? (Reply to this) (Parent)

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