Brizo / Greek Mythology / That place with the drinks

[mm_ilu]

Brizo will just be over here, on the couch.

She loves her job, really.

It just gets kind of hard when hurricanes decide they really want to have a party.

And by 'kind of' we mean 'very, very, very'.

If you want sitting room, asking is probably the best way to go about doing it. Waving won't get her attention, as her face is buried in a pillow.

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[untiedtheknots]

Somebody with their face buried in a pillow tends to get your attention.

"You okay there?"

[dream_at_sea]

"I've been better."

A little reluctantly, Brizo shifts so her face is no longer hidden from sight, and spends the next moment blinking in an attempt to refocus her vision.

"-- Artemis?"

[untiedtheknots]

"Bri? Holy shit!"

Her cousin's dazed expression is the only thing holding back her traditional Glomp Hug of Greeting.

"What happened to you?"

[dream_at_sea]

A-ha! She was right.

"Hurricanes," she offers, a highly amused grin on her face.

"Much bigger in real life than on weather channel programs, also, a total bitch to take care of. How've you been?"

[untiedtheknots]

And now she gets that hug.

"I've been pretty good; bumming around the east coast of the U.S. lately."

[dream_at_sea]

Immediately: "Don't go out to sea. Just don't do it. If you love me. Not until the weather calms down, anyway."

And Artemis gets a hearty pat on the back.

[untiedtheknots]

"I will stay away from all bodies of water larger than a bathtub until things stop being nuts. Scout's honor."

[dream_at_sea]

"'Preciate it, really. Lemme know if there's favors to be returnin', yeah?"