[greek swim]

She appeared in their dreams, or in visions before their eyes, glowing and golden, light coming from her, in all her Titan-Goddess glory, a stark contrast to the black chiton she was wearing. The midnight hour had just struck, ushering in the new year.

"My time is short, I fear, and I've yet to tell you the most important piece of this puzzle. You must all band together, as I have said before; put your differences aside for the greater good, for your greater good. I know you have fought on opposite sides, have competing goals, but this is greater than all of you. Before I took you all, before I put my plan into motion, Cronus was planning to turn aga--"

"Who are you talking to, wife?" the voice of Cronus interrupted her, powerful and almost booming.

The Titan Queen said nothing, looking up at him defiantly, as the entire scene continued to play itself out before them all, in their dreams.

"You have betrayed me not once, but twice!" he bellowed, looking at her harshly, his strong hands grabbing her arms. "Where have you sent them? Where are they? Where have you put the gods and goddesses that were imprisoned in Tartarus, and where are those with whom we fought to take control of Olympus?" he asked.

She gave no answer, only narrowing her blue eyes at him. Overhead, the moon's light faded.

He laughed after a moment, a cold laugh as he let go of her and pulled out a black journal, waving it in front of her.

"And what is this, Rhea?" he asked.

The Titan Goddess swallowed, silent, her eyes opening just slightly wider for a fraction of a moment, her heart racing. Still, she gave no answer. The light from above continued to dwindle,diminishing.

"Hyperion! Coeus! Crius! Iapetus!" he called his brothers forth, and in an instant, the four Titans of the pillars, his brothers, appeared, as though they'd been ready to come at his signal. The earth started to shake, even as the full moon became obscured, the earth coming between it and the light of the sun, turning a reddish color in the night, as if bathed in blood. Finally, she spoke again.

"They needed to know, they need to know what you were going to do, how you were going to betr--"

"That is enough! Hyperion and Crius, please see to her," he instructed, as he interrupted her, once more. "Coeus and Iapetus, come with me. Together we will get to the bottom of this..."

"You were going to betray them anyway!"

Who: Hermes/McKale and Persephone/Anne
What: Hermes has been sort of stalking her, waiting for a moment when she's away from Hades A not-so-chance encounter
Where: A smoothie shop near the University of Athens
When: Afternoonish
Rating: PG; angsty? A little
Status: Complete

( Always felt like I was missing something until I met you, even when you where just Anne and I was McKale. I knew then. Knew it in my gut that you where going to change my life, that I needed you in my life. )

Who: Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
What: A get-together, involving DVD-watching, pizza-eating, and conversing
Where: Anteros' place
When: Late evening hours
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

( ...but I’ve never been good at just sitting around and accepting fate. )

Who: Emberlynn/Hebe and Jack/Pan
What: A chance meeting/an attempt get Apollo out of her head
Where: Akrotiri in Kalamaki – A night club
When: 11PM
Rating: PG-13
Status: Compleate

( To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. )

A box is delivered, containing the following...

( Package sent to Artemis/Nox )

Who: Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
What: A first meeting at dinner
Where: George's Steak House, Glyfada
When: 6:00PM
Rating: PG-13
Status: Completish/Wrapped up

( The person who took his reservation had not been amused... )

Who: Hebe/Emberlynn and Apollo/Victor
What: A dinner date, wherein Apollo tells her who she really is, and she tells him something he would rather not have heard. Angsty.
Where: First, at the Agora, then at Varoulko
When: 6:30PM (dinner's at 8:00PM)
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

( Poets and women are always free with their hearts. Are they not? )

Who: Hera/Anthea and Apollo/Victor
What: A planned meeting
Where: At a nice little restaurant in the hotel where she's staying
When: 11:30 A.M.ish
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete/In progress

( Favored golden bastard or not, I am still the Queen, and I demand that you make him remember that! )

Victor -- no, Apollo -- smirked a little bit as he got out of the cab, checking the address and lingering outside the hotel. He had to get out his Blackberry and do this...

( text message to Artemis/Nox )

Mckale was worried about her, so much so that he couldn’t sleep at night. Something about her words had a finality to them they he did not like. A permanence to them that could only be found in death. He shuttled to think. It was weird, after an entire life of not letting people get close this one woman who he had met only once had weaved such an elaborate path into his heart. And he could not just sit here!

It took a while to wandered through his memories before the one he was looking for showed itself at the Café, the little black journal she gestured toward the nameplate, which read Corinna Anne Bennet, "not that anyone's called me that in ages…” he would start with that. No one could stay hidden from him, he was going to find her. He new her full name, it was only a matter of time.

Her clicked on her name in his IPhone, he had called her several times, butthis time he left a message.

( Voice mail for Anne/Persephone )

Who: Hades/Talik and Persephone/Anne
What: Anne thinks she's finally lost her mind, and checks herself in at the Psychiatric Hospital of Thessaloniki, where Talik happens to work.
Where: Psychiatric Hospital of Thessaloniki
When: After this
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

( Every fall I feel like I’m waiting something that has never come and yet this fall here you are, and I feel complete. )

Victor stared at the screen of his Blackberry for several moments, looking over his composed message, debating whether it was good enough to send her. He shook his head, trying to think straight, but finding it difficult. He had to know. He had to see her. Finally, after a few minutes, he pressed Send, and waited.

( text message to Hebe/Emberlynn )

Who: Nox/Artemis and Victor/Apollo
What: Chinese food, conversation and discovering the truth
Where: Victors apartment in Kolonaki
When: Shortly before Midnight
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

( I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three. )

Who: Hera/Anthea and Hermes/McKale
When: Threeish on 9/27 (Sorry if we aren't allowed to go backwards, but I didn't want to miss a thread op and I was busy all weekend :/ If it's not okay, though, I can delete this)
Where: Cafe in the Plaka district
What: Planned meeting, deja vu and the like
Rating: TBD
Status: In-progress

Who: Hermes/McKale and Persephone/Anne
When: Afternoonish
Where: A café of McKale's choosing
What: An arranged meeting, featuring flashbacks and confusion
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

( Memory or dream? She stood awhile in doubt, then touched the Traveller God's brown arm and met his cool, bright glance... )

Who: Hebe/Emberlynn and Apollo/Victor
When: Evening
Where: A coffee shop near the Acropolis
What: Drinking coffee, reading and a chance meeting, followed up by a trip to her room
Rating: R-ish
Status: Complete

( Lots of people act well, but few people talk well. This shows that talking is the more difficult of the two. )

She had waited patiently for this opportunity, had waited since her last entry. The Titans had been searching for the missing for days now, for Ares, and Eris, and Deimos, and Phobos, for all those who had been rewarded for their role in the downfall of the once-mighty Zeus.

She knew it was only a matter of time before they went to the depths of Tartarus and discovered their captives missing. Her time was quickly running out, and she knew it as she pulled the journal out and started to write.

They have started looking for the missing now, looking for you, and I fear for the time when they will find out what has truly transpired. I cannot tell you straight out, as I have said before, part of this is that you must figure it out for yourselves for it to all come together completely. Recall who you are. Not your names, not your mortal names, anyways. Think of who you are, inside, what your identity truly is. Put all of your experiences, dreams, and feelings together.

You are going to start to have more vivid dreams in rapid succession, and you may find that you have visions, or flashbacks, even when you are not sleeping. Feelings of familiarity will become more intense. This is part of it, part of what is supposed to make you understand what has happened. Once you gain the understanding, you will start to see things, and realize things, and be able to do things you never thought possible. The time is coming, and I need you to be ready

I can answer a question from each of you, if you will take the time to write it down.

Ῥέα

She closed the journal and quickly put it away, placing the next phase of her plan in motion. The visions and dreams would become more vivid, would be triggered more readily, particularly when they were in close proximity with one another, or when they had deja vu sorts of moments. They would start to recall more, and feel things with greater familiarity. Initial effects on certain things, echoes of their past, would become more tangibly manifested, though certainly not controllable¹.

The ground shook, violently, with the rolling sound of thunder in the distance and lightning lighting up the skies. All of Greece shook, as Cronus and his Titans searched, suspecting something.

Victor's thumbs danced over his Blackberry as he quickly composed a message, finally making his way out of the bar where he'd met her. Her. He glanced at his palm, entering the digits in the appropriate field, before sending the text message...

( text message to Artemis/Nox )

Who: Nox/Artemis and Victor/Apollo
What: Stalking Meeting Victor
Where: Akrotiri in Kalamaki
When: September 2nd, 9 o'clock / 2100 hours
Status: Complete
Rating: PG

(  You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here. But I know what you are, what you are, baby... )

It was dark out, almost night where the Titaness dwelt and candlelight flooded the room she was in. There was a journal in front of her, set open on a desk. It was blank, white pages not written on. And this was no ordinary journal; through it, she had a link to those who had been affected by a plan she had put forth so many years ago. It had been the first time she had gotten a chance to do anything about what had been done to those who had stood with her now-deposed son, when he had been the king of the heavens. And now, she had a chance to communicate with them. She had a chance to try to set things right.

She reached for her fountain pen and began to write in it.

Most of the journals had been distributed. They were all nearly identical: black leather binding, white pages, and a nameplate at the front, with the name of the Greek god or goddess displayed in Greek simply, and smaller, below it, the name of their mortal selves. She had likewise made it so that they would find comfort in the journals and ease into using them.

Her words now spread across the page. And not just her page. All of the journals would open to find that writing in them, along with the writings of the others, as soon as they started. It would be their window into greater things, and she would be there to guide them as best as she could.

And so read her entry, sealed so that none could comment on it, but bold in its opening:

This journal is a gift to you and while it may seem plain at first, you will soon discover that there is more to it than meets the eye. Just as there is more to you--

We all have dreams. Some of them seem more real than others. Some you just have a feeling might be more than just dreams. Some seem like they actually happened, like they are actually a part of you. Some of them keep coming back, repeating themselves, and others happen only once, but you're able to remember them for a long while afterward.

Sometimes, there are feelings of familiarity with things and places you know you've never been to, been around, or experienced.

Where do they come from? Why are they there? And why, most of all, is it that you are having them?

I have seen history repeat itself and twist and turn as time has passed. Your dreams are very much real.

They are not figments of your imagination. These dreams and feelings are not just random. The feelings of familiarity are not something that is just in your head.

And you are not alone. Why not take the time to read through this journal and write in it and find out? You may find that there are others out there, just like you, with the dreams and the feelings, and more.

You have all been given these journals to communicate with one another. There is significance in your dreams, if you search hard enough. But only by searching and discovering for yourselves will you be able to find the truth of things.

Look within yourselves, talk to one another, search your feelings. Everything is there, just beneath the surface, and some is right in front of you, if you look closely enough. It will soon come back, but only if you look for it, and only if you really, truly want it. Our future is in your hands.

I cannot write anymore tonight. Things are dangerous here and I fear for what might happen to you all if this should be discovered. I do not know how much longer I will be able to be in contact with all of you. My purpose is merely to bring you all closer together, and I hope -- for all of our sakes -- that this will work. You can choose to believe me, or choose to be cynical, but eventually you will come to realize my words are true.

The truth is all right in front of you; you need only look for it. If the possibilities seem overwhelming, you are on the right track. Is it really so difficult to imagine? Think of names and places, experiences and how they all fit together. Think of the hints on your own journals.

I will write again in time.

Ῥέα

She signed the bottom of her note and put her journal away quickly as she heard commotion coming from nearby.