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Characters: Patroclus and Achilles!
Date/Time: The 21st / Achilles' arrival.
Location: 5C
Rating: I don't know yet?
Warnings: They aren't "cousins."
Summary: Reunion!
Achilles wasted no time. He pressed the same button that had turned the computer on, and thankfully, the machine went silent, cutting off the insolence of the Trojans. They could be dealt with later, and more effectively, in person, he had decided. For right now, he needed to see whether it was true that Patroclus was here, with Briseis, or whether it was another cruel prank pulled by whatever trickster god had sent them here. This new world was beginning to seem a place where anything was possible for whatever god or king held the proper power. The rest, however, seemed helpless against his might, even Zeus, which was new and different.
Knowing his fate and what awaited him were he to return to the battlefield made him more accepting of this new situation, though he already loathed the New Yorkers and their city with a passion. Perhaps there was another way the three of them (Patroclus, Briseis, and himself) could escape, but not back back to Troy.
He hurriedly moved up the stairs to the fifth floor, not bothering to stop and talk to any of the familiar faces he was now beginning to recognize (even in their ridiculous modern clothing.) Finding the room designated "C," he knocked: curtly, loudly, and impatiently.
Date/Time: The 21st / Achilles' arrival.
Location: 5C
Rating: I don't know yet?
Warnings: They aren't "cousins."
Summary: Reunion!
Achilles wasted no time. He pressed the same button that had turned the computer on, and thankfully, the machine went silent, cutting off the insolence of the Trojans. They could be dealt with later, and more effectively, in person, he had decided. For right now, he needed to see whether it was true that Patroclus was here, with Briseis, or whether it was another cruel prank pulled by whatever trickster god had sent them here. This new world was beginning to seem a place where anything was possible for whatever god or king held the proper power. The rest, however, seemed helpless against his might, even Zeus, which was new and different.
Knowing his fate and what awaited him were he to return to the battlefield made him more accepting of this new situation, though he already loathed the New Yorkers and their city with a passion. Perhaps there was another way the three of them (Patroclus, Briseis, and himself) could escape, but not back back to Troy.
He hurriedly moved up the stairs to the fifth floor, not bothering to stop and talk to any of the familiar faces he was now beginning to recognize (even in their ridiculous modern clothing.) Finding the room designated "C," he knocked: curtly, loudly, and impatiently.