******AT ATTENTION******
<Emma> @@
<Catzy> @@
<Logan> @@
<Mystique> @@
<Bobby> @@
<Erik> Last time, the students were preparing to go to Athens for a short 'vacation'. Erik talked to Raven and the two decided that Raven would fly the jet to the States to meet with the Drakes (and hopefully return with their mutant son). Sonja spoke to Logan for a few moments and left him rather flummoxed.

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> THE JET. JUST LEAVING THE HANGAR AT WUNDAGORE. ERIK AND RAVEN ARE IN THE FRONT, WHERE HE SEEMS TO BE REVIEWING THE CONTROLS WITH HER. LOGAN MANAGED TO SURPRISE A GOODLY PORTION OF THE STUDENT BODY WHEN HE, TOO, SHOWED UP TO BOARD THE JET.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::finishes wedging her bag among the other student's bags in the back, then makes her way forward, sitting down across the aisle from Logan::
<Emma> ::Stares out the window with a bored expression on her face.::
<Remy> T'ought y' ain't goin' on no mo' fiel' trips wid us, Logan?
<Logan> I'm just here so that you don't steal the Parthenon, kid. ::snorts::
<Erik> ACTION> THE VIEW FROM THE WINDOWS IS REALLY QUITE IMPRESSIVE, AS THEY RISE AWAY FROM THE GREEN MOUNTAIN, HEADING SOUTH OVER DARK FOREST
<Catzy> ::curled up in a seat, asleep, in cat form, her bag shoved under the seat::
<Mystique> ::sits in the co-pilot's chair reviewing the read outs of the plane's systems and then winces at sound of Remy's voice in the back:: ((LeBeau's complete slaughter of the English language makes for a pitiful death cry for linguistics))
<Remy> ::grins:: An' y' t'ink y' can stop me?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::raises a brow at Remy, then looks over to Logan:: You were going to tell me about the security protocols?
<Emma> Athens is a rather dirty city. ::Takes a cool glance at the others.:: I do believe that Mr. LeBeau will feel quite at home there...
<Remy> ::winces:: Low blow chere. Dat was uncalled for.
<Logan> ::glares at remy, then turns to sonja:: I was? ... Oh, right. Well, you saw what happened to the flamin' school... ::face darkens::
<Erik> ::gaze still focused on the consoles, quirks a brow slightly:: And have you been to Athens before, Miss Frost?
<Erik> <Sonja> I... heard. Some. ::glances out the window, then back to Logan::
<Catzy> ::lifts her head and looks around, then jumps onto the top of the seat:: meow
<Emma> Hmm. ::Sighs hearing Erik's voice.:: No, I have not.
<Remy> ::grows quiet for once.. stares at the back of his seat::
<Erik> ::faintly amused look:: Perhaps, then, you should reserve judgement until you experience the city for yourself.
<Logan> It's not gonna happen again. Lensherr may be full of cock-and-bull ideas... ::quiets, muttering:: but these kids at least deserve a chance.
<Emma> However Greece has been stuggling with the issues of pollution of air and water rather recently...
<Catzy> ::jumps into Emma's lap:: meow?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::sidelong glance at Logan:: ((So he does have a soft spot for them..))
<Emma> ::Stares down absently at Catzy and straches the cat's head for a moment.::
<Mystique> ((Maybe a speech and debate class would do the cirriculum nicely, and LeBeau could learn proper pronunciation. Witty repoirte will do one no good in battle if the opponent can but understand only every other sentence.)) ::rechecks the course and altitude for need of any corrections::
<Remy> ((Maybe I should just go... there's no reason for me to be here.. except to get treated like dirt..)) ::mind wanders a bit:: ((I wonder how Belle's doing..))
<Emma> ::Glances at Remy.:: ((That got him quiet... admittingly I was a bit harsh but that boy can't seem to shut up.))
<Erik> ::glances to Mystique, voice lowered:: I.. am not entirely certain what the situation will be, in the Drake household. All communication thus far has been strictly through his mother...
<Remy> ((I wonder if I could call her or something..))
<Catzy> ::looks up at Emma, then over to Remy:: mrr.. ::jumps down and over to Remy:: meow
<Mystique> And how receptive was she to the idea of our school?
<Erik> ::lips thin slightly as he examines the console yet again:: She is eager for him to gain some measure of control over his abilities. So that he can... fit in.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::watching the scenery outside:: This place... it's really so far from everything. Did Mr Lensherr ever tell you how he got it?
<Remy> ::looks over at Catzy::
<Mystique> Fitting in has never really been a problem I can relate to, but I have always thought fitting in was a matter of the people you surround yourself with.
<Emma> ::Sighs, crossing her legs, the dangling leg swings slightly.:: Are you going to retalaite LeBeau or will the rest of the flight be like this?
<Remy> I have neither the need nor want to retaliate. ::shrugs, raps his fingers on the arm rest::
<Catzy> ::jumps onto Remy's lap::
<Emma> ::Raises an eyebrow at his comments.:: You surpise me. ::She sounds dissapointed.::
<Erik> ::seems a bit tense, or fractionally angry:: It has never seemed... laudable, to me... to expect someone with a gift to hide and avoid the use of it, for fear they might not 'fit in'. ::tone of the last two words sounds more like a curse::
<Remy> Catzy, y' eva sit still? Betta watch dat turbulance o' y' gon' get tossed.
<Catzy> ::tilts her head:: ((what turbuless?)) meow?
<Logan> Lensherr's not exactly the "share yourself completely"-type, but from what Bova's said... The previous owner was a bit of a nutjob with a brain.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::curious glance:: Previous owner?
<Erik> ::shakes his head slightly, his voice returning to normal, if a bit flat:: But, the goal would seem to be encouraging acceptance...
<Mystique> Humans are naturally envious of what they do not posses themselves. They have always been jealous of those stronger, more intelligent, or more beautiful. It seems almost futile to fight human nature.
<Remy> ::Scratches his head, looks down at Catzy:: ((Does she have fleas?))
<Erik> ::silent look at Mystique:: ((She sounds like me, Charles. And I...))
<Catzy> ::sniffs his clothes, then blinks:: ((does he have fleas?)) ::jumps down and back to her seat::
<Emma> ::Lifts her head.:: To hear Miss Darkholme's philosophy is so enlightening... ::Rolls her eyes.::
<Logan> Called himself the High Evolutionary. Bova claims he created her... don't know that I believe it, but she does and I ain't never been one to mess with a person's faith. How bout you? What do you believe in?
<Remy> We gon' be dere soon?
<Erik> ..Not long, Mr Lebeau.
<Catzy> ::changes into human form, quickly getting dressed:: catzy dont want fleas
<Erik> <Sonja> ::slight grin:: Me? People, I suppose.
<Catzy> Catzy need nap now ::leans against the window::
<Emma> Catzy, it's not polite to change in front of others. ::Dry tone.::
<Remy> ::raps on the arm rest again::
<Logan> Hmm. ::nods::

********INTERLUDE********
<Erik> SCENE> NEVADA. THE FURTHEST OUTSKIRTS OF A SMALL TOWN IN THE MOJAVE DESERT. MYSTIQUE'S TRANS-ATLANTIC FLIGHT WAS UNEVENTFUL, AND THE JET PROVED A DELIGHT TO FLY, IF MORE ADVANCED THAN ANYTHING SHE'S HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO CONTROL BEFORE.
<Erik> ACTION> THE LIGHTS OF THE TOWN SPREAD OUT MORE, THE FURTHER SHE GOES. ACCORDING TO THEIR INFORMATION, THE DRAKE HOME IS SITUATED HEREABOUTS, SOME DISTANCE FROM ANY NEIGHBORS. THERE IS PLENTY OF FLAT, BARREN LAND TO ACCOMODATE LANDING THE JET.
<Mystique> ::finds a barren strip to set the plane down and commences with landing procedures:: ((Perfect...in the middle of nowhere...))
<Erik> ACTION> THE JET LANDS WITHOUT A HITCH, BLENDING INTO THE SHADOWS QUITE WELL. THE MOON IS NEW, AND THERE IS LITTLE LIGHT OUTSIDE, SAVE FOR A FLICKERING PORCHLIGHT AT THE HOUSE, WITH A FEW MOTHS FLUTTERING IN CIRCLES AROUND IT.
<Mystique> ::morphs into her usual human female appearance before exiting the plane via the ramp and then proceedes to the front door::
<Mystique> ::glances about the front porch for any lurking animals and then knocks on the door:: <<sorry?>>
<Erik> ACTION> IT'S A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, AND A WORN, SOMEWHAT FRAYED-LOOKING WOMAN OPENS THE DOOR. SHE FAIRLY EXUDES 'SUBURBAN HOUSEWIFE', ALTHOUGH HER FLORAL-PRINT DRESS SEEMS RATHER OUT OF PLACE IN THIS DUSTY, ISOLATED HOUSE.
<Erik> Madeline> ::gives Raven a guarded once-over:: Hello… you must be… ::hesitates:: from the school? ::glances behind Raven, as if looking for more people or someone else, with her::
<Mystique> ::manages a smile:: Good evening, Mrs Drake. Yes I am from the school. ::extends a hand to her:: I am Ms. Darkholme.
<Erik> ACTION> BOBBY, IN HIS ROOM, HEARS THE FRONT DOOR OPEN. IT'S NOT HIS DAD, BACK FROM WORK, THOUGH... THE HEADLIGHTS OF THE CAR ALWAYS PASS HIS WINDOW ON THE WAY IN THE DRIVE.
<Erik> <Madeline> ::shakes her hand:: Madeline Drake. Ah... come in. ::steps back from the door, a bit distractedly::
<Bobby> Hmm? ::looks up from an open mystery novel over a textbook, just in case his mother comes in to check up on him::
<Mystique> ::follows the woman inside:: I would be happy to answer any questions regarding the school as I do teach there myself. I am not sure how much information was conveyed to you over the phone.
<Erik> ACTION> AS RAVEN ENTERS THE HOUSE, SHE IS STRUCK WITH THE MARKED CHILL OF THE AIR INSIDE. MRS DRAKE LEADS HER TO A LITTLE LIVING ROOM, WHERE A COUCH VIES FOR SPACE WITH A RECLINER, A TELEVISION, AND A COFFEE TABLE. EVERYTHING IS SPOTLESSLY CLEAN, ALTHOUGH CRAMPED.
<Erik> Madeline> I'm sorry, it's a bit of a mess… ::vague gesture around at the room, avoiding looking straight at Raven:: Please, sit down. Would you like something to drink?
<Mystique> ::casts a glances about the room before taking a seat on the couch:: No thankyou, I am fine.
<Bobby> ::glances to his closed door, trying to listen to the voices from where he is:: ((Who could mom be talking to?))
<Erik> <Madeline> ::stands still for a moment as if not sure what to do with herself, then gingerly sits at the edge of the recliner:: The... ah.. headmaster said that... your school could help people like Bobby...
<Erik> ACTION> BOBBY CAN CATCH SNIPPETS OF WORDS, HERE AND THERE... IT'S MUCH EASIER TO HEAR THE ARGUMENTS THAN A QUIET CONVERSATION, THOUGH.
<Mystique> Yes that right. Our school will not only provide your son with a diverse and rigorous private school education but also training in his unique gifts. ::studies the woman's face to guage her reaction::
<Bobby> ::grunts to himself, pushing back his chair from his desk with his legs and slowly stands, making his way over to his bed, which's closer to his door, favoring his right leg::
<Erik> <Madeline> ::seems to relax slightly:: He's been... delayed, in his schoolwork. He missed half a year, with everything that happened. Will that cause problems?
<Mystique> Certainly not. We have the resources and staff to provide your son with personal attention and tutoring where need be.
<Erik> <Madeline> ::weak smile:: Mr Lensherr was.. reassuring about the chances of Bobby learning to control his abilities. It has become very clear that we can't help him, here...
<Mystique> Coming to terms with one's unique gifts is very trying and emotional time for a child. It will be easier to cope with such changes when around students equally gifted as himself.
<Erik> <Madeline> ::nods a bit, then looks at her hands:: I... my husband, I'm afraid, is not going to be in favor of this.
<Mystique> And what is your husband's view of the entire situation?
<Bobby> ::strains to hear what's being said, ignoring any pretenses of reading whatsoever:: ((..what? what're they talking about? ..they want to send me away?)) ::frowns:: ((..it's because I'm a mutant.. I wish I'd never become a mutant..))
<Erik> <Madeline> ::pales quite a bit, then flushes:: He is determined to believe that if he sticks his head deeply enough in the sand, all of this will go away.
<Erik> ACTION> BOBBY CAN FEEL THE FAMILIAR PRICKLE OF HIS POWER CRAWLING OVER HIS SKIN... HIS BREATH FOGS IN FRONT OF HIM, ALTHOUGH HE CAN'T FEEL THE SUDDEN CHILL, REALLY
<Mystique> A normal psychological reaction, but unfortunately not a healthy one. If you can ween him to be more accepting, then you will be helping your son immensely.
<Logan> <<maybe that'd cause him to develope a secondary mutation making him iceostrichman>>
<Bobby> ::fingers subconsciously tighten on the books he's holding as frost forming around his fingers, mind racing:: ((maybe.. ..maybe I could figure out a way how to.. not be a mutant.. the news talks about scientific discoveries all the time.. ..maybe if I study more, i can figure out a way how to cure me..))
<Erik> <Madeline> I'm just... when he finds out I've done this... ::bites her lip:: It would be better for you and.. and Bobby to be gone before he arrives. ::very quiet voice:: Bobby doesn't know yet, either.
<Mystique> Then perhaps we should speed things along and introduce me to the boy. Then we can be off before your husband arrives home.
<Erik> <Madeline> ::steels herself, turning toward the hall:: Bobby? Come out here, please.
<Bobby> ::jumps at his mom's calling to him as if she knew he was listening, and peels his hands off the books with a frown and stands, a little bit later walking out of his room toward the living room, limping with his right leg:: Yeah, mom?
<Erik> ACTION> RAVEN IS REMINDED RATHER STRONGLY OF A MURDERED MAN SHE SAW ONCE WHO HAD FROZEN TO DEATH, LOCKED IN THE COOLER OF AN ELITE RESTAURANT. THE DRAKE BOY HAS THE SAME WAXY, ALMOST BLUISH PALLOR, AND WHITE CRYSTALS OF ICE FROST HIS HAIR AND BROWS. THE CHIEF DIFFERENCE, OF COURSE, IS THAT BOBBY IS MOVING.
<Mystique> ::raises an eyebrow as she examines the boy:: ((He reminds me of a walking corpse...I wonder if his body is immune to the effects of his own powers. A full medical examination should be in order to make sure he is not harming himself.))
<Erik> <Madeline> ::rather startled gasp when she sees Bobby, quickly forces an overly bright smile:: Bobby, your.. hair. This is Ms Darkholme, from the ah.. Lensherr's School for the Gifted.
<Mystique> ::stands up to greet Bobby:: Hello Robert.
<Bobby> ::runs a hand through his hair at his mom's mentioning then glances at his hand and lets out a small grimace at seeing melted frost and looks toward Mystique:: ..hello.. ((the.. gifted? they're sending me to a school for retards?))
<Mystique> ::looks to Madeline:: When do you expect your husband to return?
<Erik> <Madeline> ::nervously tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear:: I... it varies. Half an hour, perhaps. ::turns back to Bobby:: I've been talking to the headmaster at this school... he believes.. they believe ::glances at Mystique as if for support:: ..that they can help you control your abilities.
<Bobby> ::walks over to the couch where his mom is and sits on the arm, shivering a bit:: My.. abilities?
<Bobby> ::fidgets, glancing to his mom as if for permission to talk about his powers::
<Mystique> Yes, your abilities. Robert, you are gift with mutant powers, an emerging phenomenom among the world's population.
<Erik> <Madeline> ::stands up slowly, then moves to a little used broom-closet and pulls out a new-looking suitcase and bag... both appear to be full:: Bobby... you're to go with Ms Darkholme, to this school. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before now... but your father... I won't let him stop you from getting help this time..
<Bobby> I.. ..::blinks, looking to his mom and stops, utterly caught off guard:: ..w..what?
<Erik> <Madeline> ::shaken look:: You have to go... ::glances at the clock:: I'll explain things to him. He'll... come around. ::weary look::
<Mystique> ::moves towards the door but remains silent letting the mother explain::
<Bobby> ::shell shocked look of utter disbelief, merely blinks a few times:: ..but.. ::frowns, looking to his mom:: ..okay.. ::quietly:: ((why can't she tell dad? ..he probably wouldn't let her, I guess.. ..say I'm not a mutant..)) ::takes a deep breath them moves towards the bags::
<Erik> ACTION> HEADLIGHTS FLASH ACROSS THE WINDOW. MADELINE FREEZES.
*****END INTERLUDE******

<Erik> SCENE> ATHENS. A BEACH, LINED WITH SMALL OUTDOOR CAFES. NIGHTFALL. THEY ARRIVED IN ATHENS A COUPLE HOURS AGO AND HAD TIME TO EXPLORE A BIT BEFORE REGROUPING AND COMING TO THE BEACH. MOST OF THE TOURISTS LEFT AT SUNDOWN, SO THE BEACH IS MUCH LESS CROWDED NOW, SAVE FOR A FEW SCATTERED GROUPS.
<Erik> ::seated at a small table, keeping one eye on the students and the other absorbed in a newspaper he is reading::
<Logan> ::sniffs to see if there's anything abnormal on the wind, stalking up and down the beach glaring at innocent bystanders as though they'd insulted him by occupying the same area as he::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::walking along the very edge of the waves, seeming delighted by the warm weather and the warmth of the ocean itself::
<Remy> We get t' come out an' play after de norms go inside?
<Emma> ::Walks along the street glancing in a few cafes.::
<Catzy> ::runs up to the water:; what this ::kneels down and picks up some sand, to sniff it::
<Erik> ::slightly reproving glance at Remy:: I thought it might be more enjoyable for some... Mr Wagner, for instance... if they did not have to hide in long coats and hats. Or sunglasses. ::quirks a brow at Remy::
<Remy> I ain't got nuthin' t' hide, cap. Difference makes character, non?
<Erik> ::faint smile:: I hope you preserve that sentiment.
<Remy> Plannin' on it.
<Emma> ::Sighs quietly and stares at the beach, not too far from Remy and Erik.::
<Catzy> ::walks up to the waters edge, quickly jumping back as the waves push up past her feet:: ahh! water lives ::runs away from the waters edge::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::laughs at Catzy's antics:: Be careful! ::lets the water rush past her ankles::
<Catzy> water try to catch catzy! ::points at Sonja:: water try to catch lady too
<Remy> ::snickers:: She a trip.
<Erik> ::sips at a glass, seeming faintly sad:: I trust you all are enjoying the chance to roam the city...
<Remy> Gotta brush off de jet lag den i'll be out on the prowl. Speakin' of.. you an Darkholme got somethin' goin' on?
<Erik> <Sonja> It won't hurt you, don't worry. ::crouches down to pick a shell out of the sand, rinsing it off in the next small wave::
<Erik> ::looks at Remy, raising the brow again:: Pardon?
<Catzy> water try to catch firehair lady! ::runs over to where Sonja is:: water bad! bad bad bad ::scolds the ocean::
<Remy> ::grins:: You an' de Blue Lady.. i dunno.. seems like dere's somethin' more dere. Tension?
<Trav> :::Sitting to the side, headphones perched on his head, comic book in hand::: ((What will they think of next?))
<Erik> ::eyes narrow slightly:: I think you are imagining things, Mr Lebeau.
<Remy> S'Possible ::shrugs:: Wouldn' be de firs' time.
<Erik> ::glances over his shoulder, folding his newspaper up and setting it on the table:: Miss Frost...
<Trav> :::Snickers at a joke in the comic::: ((If only my life could be this cool. Wishful thinking...))
<Remy> ::pulls a cigarette out of one of his pockets.. a lighter from another.. walks off a little bit and lights up::
<Catzy> ::stops to stare at a group of people dancing to a local radio station:: funny music ::watches them::
<Emma> ::Glances at Erik.:: Yes?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::puts her hands on her hips, glancing up towards those who are sitting away from the water:: ((Honestly, they come to the Mediterranean and they sit and read!))
<Erik> ::idle glance at Remy:: Put that out, it is horrible for your health. ::looks back to Emma:: I had noticed... you seem to be following the financial pages regularly.
<Catzy> ::runs a little farher down the beach, stopping to look at anyone else with a radio::
<Remy> ::shrugs:: I do a lotta t'ings dat'ah bad fo' my health.
<Emma> One has to worry about their future plans, don't they Mr. Lennsherr?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::drops the shell in her pocket, looking up and down the beach::
<Trav> :::Closes the comic, then roots around in his little travel bag, grunts in confusion::: Where'd it go? I know it was right here...
<Erik> ::slight smile:: Yes, well, if you wish more.. practical experience, I can set up a sum for you to invest as you please. And Mr Lebeau, vices do not negate each other when accumulated.
<Remy> ::sighs and puts his cigarette out.. mutters as he walks down the beach.. Sonja's way:: firs' dey treat me like dirt.. den dey take 'way my cigs..
<Trav> :::Takes off his headphones, looking to Remy::: Have you seen my new Superman comic? I had it here in my bag and now I can't find it.
<Catzy> ::watches a group playing volleyball:: ((why they hit big egg over net?))
<Emma> ... ::Looks at him.:: You're kidding?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::brushing sand off her hands, picks her way up to the drier sands, and sits down facing the ocean::
<Catzy> ((maybe like tennis but no sticks?)) ::starts walking again::
<Erik> I do not 'kid'. You have the interest, do you not?
<Remy> ::looks over at Trav:: Non
<Emma> Yes, I do. I've been eyeing a few stocks...
<Catzy> ::finds a nice empty spot of beach far away from the others and lays on her back to watch the sky::
<Trav> :::Goes through the bag frantically::: It should be here! I remember packing it.
<Erik> Then... I will set up the account tomorrow. ::nods slightly, and sips his drink::
<Catzy> ::stares up as clouds pass by the moon:: ((pretty...))
<Trav> :::Looks to Erik::: Mr. Lennsherr, you wouldn't have happened to see a comic book blow by, would you?
<Remy> ::tries to match Sonja's line of site:: Lookin' at sumthin'?
<Catzy> ::yawns and stretches:: catzy want food ::sits up and looks down the beach each way::
<Erik> ::raises a brow fractionally:: Comic book...? No, I have not. But certainly you can find something better to do on a beach in Athens than read... comic books.
<Trav> Never did much like the beach, even back home. :::Looks toward the water::: Afraid of drowning.
<Erik> <Sonja> Just the ocean. How are you enjoying yourself? ::smiles at Remy::
<Catzy> uncle have food ::stands up and sprints back down the beach, past the volleyball players and dancing fools, heading directly for Erik::
<Erik> ::faint surprised look:: Might I ask why?
<Remy> Eh. S'cool. Good t' be outta de Keep.. I would prefer t' be out here durin' de day.. wit' actual fe--people here.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::snickers:: Well, I'm sure you'll be able to come back here tomorrow sometime. I think Mr Lensherr was trying to give everyone the chance to enjoy this tonight, though.
<Trav> When I was younger, around 7 or 8, I nearly drowned in a lake. :::Smiles sadly::: I was stupid and didn't know how to swim. Went farther out than I should have and nearly bought it.
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: I apologize, if coming here has troubled you.
<Catzy> ::stops right next to Erik:: catzy hungry
<Remy> ::nods:: What made y' wanna come here?
<Trav> :::Shakes his head::: Was a long time ago. I got over it, learned to swim, and enjoyed life...for awhile.
<Erik> ::glances to Catzy, then to Travis:: Would you mind taking Catzy up to the vendors and buying something for her to eat? ::holds a folded bunch of bills out to Travis::
<Erik> <Sonja> Here...? Here as in this trip?
<Remy> Non..
<Trav> :::Accepts the bills, nodding::: Shouldn't be a problem. I am a bit hungry myself. :::Stands up, brushing himself off, then looks to Catzy::: Let's go eat.
<Erik> <Sonja> Wundagore, then? ::looks at the waves::
<Remy> Yah
<Catzy> ::tags along with Trav:: what food can catzy eat in assens
<Erik> <Sonja> I guess... I want to help people. ::slight laugh:: And I think Mr Lensherr had got the start of something really good, here...
<Trav> There's all kinds of foods here, I imagine. Might even be a good hamburger stand just sitting around. :::Looks around:::
<Remy> ::is silent for a second:: ..I dunno. I came 'cuz I didn' have no where else to.
<Trav> Fish is good. When you live in a place like Washington, fish is a way of life. :::Shrugs::: But I'd prefer a good hamburger, myself.
<Erik> ACTION> TRAV AND CATZY FIND NUMEROUS VENDORS ARE STILL OPEN, AND WHILE MOST OF THEM ARE GREEK SPECIALTIES, THERE ARE A FEW MORE FAMILIAR CHOICES
<Erik> <Sonja> That's a good reason, I think. ::slight smile:: I mean... part of the reason Mr Lensherr's doing this, I think, is so there *is* a place to go.
<Catzy> catzy get burger at home, catzy want new stuff ::looks at some of the vendors:: what that one
<Remy> I guess... S'kinda weird dat he's givin us handouts an' not asking f'r nuttin in return
<Trav> :::Shrugs::: Don't know. Never been to Greece. :::Walks over to one of the Greek vendors::: Evenin'.
<Erik> <Sonja> I think... ::frowns a moment, as if she's not sure she should say anything:: I think all he's asking for, or hoping for, is that some of you believe that it's possible, what he's trying to do.
<Erik> <Vendor> Good evening! ::big grin at Travis:: What would you and your friend like?
<Catzy> ::points to one of the items:: Catzy want that
<Remy> Do you?
<Erik> <Sonja> I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
<Trav> Uhm, not really sure. Never eaten much outside of the US, so I was wondering if you might have a suggestion?
<Remy> S'noble.. but I dunno.
<Erik> ACTION> THE VENDOR GRINS AND MAKES TWO FAT GYROS FOR CATZY AND TRAV
<Trav> :::Hands over a few bills, nodding::: Thank you. Have a good night. :::Looks to Catzy::: Let's get to the others before they start to wonder if we escaped.
*********SIM END*********