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[h3][color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte II[/color] & [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color][/h3][/center]
[sub]Interactions: Venting to [color=ed1c24]Jonas Highwind[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], elbowing [color=Goldenrod]Viv[/color] [@Altered Tundra], and rescuing [color=6ecff6]Dallas Relo[/color] [@Plank Sinatra] (Also mentioned: [@Lionhearted], [@Allycat], [@Crimson Flame])[/sub]
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[right][b]Marcella Bonaparte[/b]
[color=e03c31][i]Heyyyy, I just woke up and I’m honestly still a little dishevelled, but I should be good for some diner food if you’re still in?[/i][/color]

[b]Dallas Relo[/b]
[color=6ecff6][i]apollo cafe
prettying up now
see who wears the sexier welcome mat[/i][/color][/right]

Oh that little.


[color=e03c31]"No,"[/color] Marcy cautioned herself, [color=e03c31]"don't give him that power, he's one ego trip away from causing a singularity."[/color] Marcella rexamined her outfit before truly commiting to her approach towarsd the Apollo cafe. She'd make do with what she had at the moment, though her mind was already planning out future outfits. A Bonaparte didn't dress [i]for[/i] anyone in particular. A Bonaparte dressed for [i]everyone[/i]. For if a Bonaparte shouldn't attempt to give the proletariat something to look at, who would? 

She smiled intimiately at all who passed her, a few run-of-the-mills who happened to be lucky enough to cross the Demigod's path on her morning commute to the cafe. As well as some of the school's staff. She smiled at them, fluttering her eyelashes just enough to direct an onlooker towards her sterling cerulean gaze. Children of Aphrodite had it easy, they'd turn on their magical pheromone and you'd [i]swear[/i] they were pretty, no, for any other demigodess, one had to put in the effort. 

Finally coming upon the cafe, Marcella looked on in abject horror as she saw him there, flanked by two men she didn't recognize. Viv was also in the cafe, Viv was speaking to Marcy's brother, Gus inside. Those two could be problematic.

But, the mission was clear. Extraction.

Marcella waited for a pair from the faculty to enter the cafe. She silently followed as if she was their third. Not saying anything, but just close enough to not garner attention. 

She immediately broke off and elbowed Viv's side quietly whispering into her ear.


[color=e03c31]"Follow my lead and keep everyone else out of this. It’s for your brother."[/color]

Marcella approached the hostage with caution and knowing in her eyes as she locked on Dallas'. 

[color=e03c31]"Oh zut alors! Pouvez vous m'aider, Ma voiture est tombée en panne. Je ne c'est pas quoi faire!"[/color] Marcella loaded her voice with a rich Parisian upper-crust accent that only came through when she cried normally. She gently grasped Dallas' bicep, pleading at him with every part of her face. She conjured images of rose clinging to Jack atop that frigid door. [color=e03c31]"Please monsieur, s'il vous plaît, come 'ere."[/color] Marcella's accent was as rick as dark chocolate, pulling Dallas towards him, attempting to free him from his new bonds. [color=e03c31]"Je suis tres desole."[/color] She muttered as she waited for Dal to seal the deal.

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The smell of eggs further roused Rhea to achieve new tiers of consciousness. Her awareness of her surroundings started to come back, slowly but surely. Jonas' voice send her head spinning, back to last night, to getting reamed out by the higher-ups. Rhea had stayed the quietest of the present company. She certainly hadn't fought back against it, and when her and Marcy got back to their rooms Marcy had wanted to stay with Rhea for the night. So she hadn't had the chance to really process it, until now, anyway.

[color=ed1c24]"...Helluva start to the year, huh?"[/color]

[color=20b2aa]"Yeah,"[/color] Rhea spat, awkwardly rubbing the sleep from her eyes. [color=20b2aa]"Some fuckin' thanks for saving their entire experimental alumni, huh?"[/color]

She sighed loudly enough that it almost evolved into a groan. [color=20b2aa]"Eggs smell good, thanks for making breakfast."[/color] Rhea glanced over at the pot of water. She tried to feel a connection to it, just as an early stretch. 

The sensation came in waves. It was difficult for her early on to try and discern information about water she couldn't see. But it's movement mirrored Jonas' stirring, and its heat rose with the stove top. Little by little she garnered everything about the water, and their contents. She felt one with it for a brief, fleeting second.

And then she was back.

[color=20b2aa]"You guys pretty much said everything there was to say, I didn't want to add fuel to that fire I guess."[/color] Rhea still had the bad habit of explaining things when she wasn't asked to. [color=20b2aa]"Here, let me help."[/color] Rhea pushed herself up from the chair she had sat in. [color=20b2aa]"How many are we expecting? I'll set the table."[/color]