fh_trips | Agristi to Athens, Saturday morning

We are aboard three 50' yachts: The Hermes, the Dionysus, and the Poseidon. Enjoy air-conditioning, generous above-deck lounging areas, a roomy below-deck saloon, and a fully equipped kitchen. There's plenty of room (for a boat) to relax and socialize. The teachers get ensuites and the students are in either double rooms or bunk beds, ~~depending on what's funnier~~, and have to share two bathrooms.

A breakfast of delicious Greek things is served in the relative privacy of your yacht, this morning! Please note in your subject line whether you're in your room or in the common areas. Room assignments are here!

[OOC: NSFW in personal journals, remember how very not large these boats are.]

Did Illyana think it mildly hilarious that she'd been ~~handwavily~~ living aboard the 'Dionysus' all week, given that she tended to party hard when she let loose?

Yes, yes she did. Even if she'd been doing rather little sleeping in the space, using the boat as a 'porting hub to blink back-and-forth around the islands.

She...did not think she had even seen her roommate at any point? Which was a little weird, but Yana didn't think too hard about it. It wasn't like she'd been in the room a ton either, and Spring Break was for cutting a little loose.

So here she was, trying to stuff her shit back into her bags before having some last fun, since her side of the room looked rather like a tornado.

It had been an amazing comedy of errors/coincidences that apparently had kept Caleb from ever actually meeting his assigned roommate for the entire trip, though he had seen evidence of her existence.

He'd spent most of his boat time above decks, even at night, partly out of imagined courtesy. He had been afraid that his restlessness would disturb her.

But after a quick breakfast he came into the room to do his own packing and there she was. He assumed it was her anyway.

"Oh, hi there. You must be Miss Rasputin?"

"Illyana," she corrected automatically as she tried shoving stuff in her duffle, "--unless you're secretly Russian and prefer 'Nikolievna'--"

Yana looked up and blinked. Twice. "Huh. They really decided to pair up two Weird Magical Shit people as roommates, didn't they?"

Sorry, Caleb, you were getting Illyana's famous directness today.

A breakfast of delicious Greek things is served in the relative privacy of your yacht, this morning! Please note in your subject line whether you're in your room or in the common areas. Room assignments are here!

[OOC: NSFW in personal journals, remember how very not large these boats are.]

Before the blech of winter surrounds us again.

Stark was going to miss warm water. And sunshine. And not being cold. He wasn't ready to go back but he supposed it was time. But for now he'd float a bit and try and soak up as much warmth as he could.

Last stop is the big city before the portal home. Grab souvenirs and a baklava for the road!

Saturdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Agristi to Athens, Saturday morning

ABOARD THE YACHTS - AM

Re: ABOARD THE YACHTS - AM

Aboard the Hermes - AM

Aboard the Dionysus - AM

Re: Aboard the Dionysus - Room 2

Re: Aboard the Dionysus - Room 2

Re: Aboard the Dionysus - Room 2

Aboard the Poseidon - AM

ONE LAST SWIM

Re: ONE LAST SWIM

ATHENS

Acropolis & Acropolis Museum

Hadrian's Arch & Temple of Olympian Zeus

Lunch in Plaka

Monastiraki Square

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