[greek swim]

Who: Lillian/Hebe and OPEN
What: Seeing the sites
Where: The Acropolis
When: Sunday
Rating: PG so far
Status: Incomplete

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: Adam/Himeros and Francesca/Aphrodite
When: mid-afternoon
What: Taking him back to her place. (Get your heads out of the gutter!)
Where: National museum and then Francesca's hotel room
Rating: [tbd]
Status: [in progress]

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. )

Tanym woke to a tongue in the face,and not the one he'd hope for. Half opening his eyes he saw Kirby staring at him with that pitiful I have to piddle look. Slowly Tanym pushed himself up, causing Kirby to hop up and run for the door. His eyes cast to the lump in the blankets next to him sleeping soundly and smiled. He carefully slipped out of bed as to not disturb the sleeping goddess next to him and, after grabbing a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, joined Kirby at the door and let him out. Once Kirby was with his business and sniffing around at some of the new smells in the area Tanym called him back inside and shut the door lightly.

The table was still set as it had been the previous night, however the plates were empty, apparently a little rat had taken the liberty to finish off the food that the humans weren't going to. Grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the counter with his journal Tanym walked to the couch and eased into it. He was joined by the pup as he lit up and petted the dog who was more than eager for attention. He leaned back and let his mind drift, reflecting on the previous night. What was going on? One minute they were making small talk about work, and the next they were talking about gods and past lives which somehow lead to rolling around in the sheets- not that he minded the last part of course, but the whole thing had been so strange. Slowly he pulled the journal up to his lap and flipped past all the other entries until he found a blank page.

I had always thought it strange that I found myself enjoying the fall and winter months more than the summer, despite my dislike for the cold and snow. So have I finally found my answer? Something happened last night, and for the sake of privacy I will not elaborate in saying more than, I believe my eyes were finally opened and my dreams were so much clearer.

He looked over at the hall and smiled softly. He knew the woman laying soundly in his bed had been so pleased at him following his heart, those feelings that had driven him.

Ῥέα Mother, I still find myself torn between the live I had and the life I'm living, but you have yourself another believer.

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

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

Who: Logan/Cratos and Open
Where: A Plaka cafe
When: Friday morning
What: Breakfast
Rating: PG
Status:  Incomplete

( Welcome Home )

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: 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.

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

Who: Brenna/Eris and Open
Where: Mike's Irish Bar, Ambelokipi
When: Saturday night
What: A night at the pub
Rating: To be determined
Status: Incomplete

( she is handsome // she is pretty // she is the belle of Belfast city )

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.

Who: Brenna/Eris and Melanie/Artemis
When: Friday night
Where: Cine Paris, the rooftop movie theater in the Plaka
What: Watching a movie
Rating: [tbd] PG-13 at present
Status: Incomplete

( It's just something I'm interested in, as a woman. )

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: Victor/Apollo and Melanie/Artemis[OPEN]
When: Evening
Where: Akrotiri in Kalamaki
Rating: [tbd]
Status: [in-progress... and open!]

( Can’t repeat the past? ...Why of course you can! )

Who: Francesca/Aphrodite and Damien/Hephaestus
When: Saturday evening
Where: Damien's Apartment
Rating: No kiddies.
Status: Incomplete

( Here's to the Night )

Who: Francesca/Aphrodite and Damien/Hephaestus
When: Just before sunset on Saturday.
Where: The Café Kolonaki
Rating: PG
Status: Complete


( The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. )

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: Victoria/Nike and Damien/Hephaestus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Magma Corporation
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

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