Hello, love. Do you have some time to talk?

I don't want to think about all this weird stuff anymore.
Impromptu survey!
What are the best parts of being who you are now?

For me, it's definitely California itself. And Mom. And the chance to get my hands dirty.

[Poseidon didn't get up to go to work Monday morning, spending most of the day in bed. His headache had finally started to cease since the other night, and Chelsea used it to her advantage to stay out of school.

"Dad?" Chelsea said crawling onto the bed beside him and moving his arm from his face. He responded with a grunt, straining to open his eyes. She curled up beside him. "You have to take me to school."

"Take the bus."

She looked him over. He'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days, sleeping more than he was out and that wasn't Poseidon. She didn't like seeing him weak in any way. She laid her head down against his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Dad, come on. Let's have breakfast."]

Nice to own your own firm. Can do what you like. Nice to sleep in for a morning, though I will miss flirting with the secretary. She's got a nice set of legs.

...I really, truly hate this so-called "holiday."

The next person I hear yell out "Shiver me timbers!" or call me "matey" I will take to the nearest boat I can find and literally keelhaul him. See how well they like the pirate life then.

[After a long day of training exercises, Achilles paused to feel a twisting sharp pain shoot through his heel. The more he put weight and pressure on it, the more inflamed and agitated it became. Heading back to the barracks eventually made him pause to catch his breath, his ankle finally giving way to bring him to his knees. He hadn't yet felt that in this incarnatation, not nearly as dramatic as the first time, but painful just the same. He picked himself back up, carrying himself with a valor that would not be brushed off due to pain.]

I am to stay off my feet for a few days. The doctor has not understanding that I simply cannot obey those orders. I will become restless in bed. This is not acceptable.

Hello, my name's Tess Lawson. I just received an email that wouldn't die and it led me here. Can someone tell me what's going, please?

I never thought I'd say this, but I feel like going back to Philly. Haven't been there since I left, but I get the feeling that I'd like it a hell of a lot better now.

Those folks are partying HARDCORE out there.

What they hell are they putting in the drinking water in Phili?

Okay, fine. I followed the link, registered, and now I'm here.

Will someone please explain why it's so damned important I join the community?

[When Poseidon came back into town, he'd settled into his favorite chair before getting an annoyed phone call from Chelsea. Though she'd been in q hurry to be picked up, she'd remained eerily quiet the whole ride. She wasn't about to tell her father that she'd contacted Hades about her mother. She felt torn between keeping it from Poseidon or just asking---but asking about her mother always ended in argument and the specific rule that she was not to go looking. She was fifteen now, what did he expect? She may have understood in the last few weeks about her father--but she was still his daughter.]

Despite the handsome face, I wasn't born yesterday. Is that all I get when I come back into town, is the cold shoulder?

How very odd. Sebastian was supposed to have a shoot with me today, but he never showed up. No one seems to have any idea where he is. I do hope he's all right...

[Phone Call to Hades]

Seph checked on her mother, made sure she was going to be all right for a while, assured her that she herself was fine, and went out into the garden, clutching the cell phone a bit as she called

Okay, this e-mail is just incorrigible, and I guess trying this out is better than smashing my computer, right? I mean, I need to do business on it, and I can't afford a new one.

So hi, my name is Josephine -- I'm more comfortable with Seph, though -- from South San Francisco. From skimming the board and the names straight out of antiquity and everything, I'm guessing this is a past lives discussion group? While I do have some memories of four past lives, one of them pretty far back, I really don't remember them clearly enough to add much to the discussion. I'm trying to figure if my mom or my ex let something slip to someone who signed me up for this, because I don't talk about it all that much.