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?"

[bitunlikely]

"You look awful," Jenny states bluntly, crouching on the ground in front of Brizo's face. She laughs for a moment and smiles. "What happened?"

[dream_at_sea]

Brizo blinks, before grinning at Jenny.

"Yeah, well. Runnin' a rescue effort through a hurricane takes a lot out of you."

[bitunlikely]

"A rescue effort?" Jenny's grin widens. "Impressive. Were you successful?"

[dream_at_sea]

"I --"

Brizo considers this.

"For the most part. You can't ask for everything when you're dealing with disasters on this kind of scale."

[father_sky]

Will poking do it?

Because she's getting poked.

Pooooooke.

[dream_at_sea]

Poking will indeed do the trick.

"Mmnnngwhatthefuck --"

And the pillow is thrown at Ouranos' face.

[father_sky]

He ducks, stealthily, and it misses him.

... and then there is more poking.

THIS IS FUN.

[dream_at_sea]

The further poking causes a panicky sort of flail from the goddess, who finally takes the effort to sit up, ready to pounce on the offending poker.

And then she sees who it is.

"Why."

And she puts on her best forlorn expression.

[crazypilotman]

"I thought sleeping was better done in a bed," Murdock remarks with a small chuckle.

[dream_at_sea]

"Yeah, well, call me a hypocrite."

Rubbing at her eyes, Brizo sits up, friendly sort of grin on her face.

"Hey there."

[crazypilotman]

"Hey yourself," he grins back, moving to sit next to her. "How're ya doin', Brizo?"

[dream_at_sea]

Shameless: "Better, with you 'round. I've been running a rescue effort in the States, cleanin' up some hurricanes. Not -- fun, per se."