Who:Thalia and Apollo (OPEN to Phobos and Deimos) Where: New Orleans; Phobos, Deimos and Apollo's place When: Backdated to Sunday, around 4pm Warnings: None yet.
True to her word, Thalia had exited the plane in a tricorn buccaneer's hat embellished with an obnoxiously large red feather. Apollo had sworn he could recognise her face anywhere, but the sight of that ridiculous feather bouncing excitedly over the sea of heads certainly helped remove any doubt that might have existed. By the time she'd located him in the crowd, the shouts of "AHOY!" were really rather redundant.
There had been hugs, there had been bouncing, and then there had been a near-continuous stream of chatter from the baggage carousel to the carpark and all the way back to their nephews' home in the bayou. And now they were pulling up, and Thalia was waving her silly pirate hat out the passenger-side window in a greeting that may or may not have gone noticed by Phobos or Deimos.
Life, Thalia decided, could not get much better than this.