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APOLLO
CASA DE ACROPOLIS, SEATTLE
GOD OF THE SUN



He opens his eyes to the sound of a young manโ€™s laugh. Golden light cascading across sun-kissed skin, an ornate goblet filled to the brim with red wine. Theyโ€™re alone, him and this man, in a bed of clouds, laughing and drinking in the sight of one another. A lyre plays itโ€™s tune softly, and for a moment, he is at peace, until the young man drapes himself across his bare chest, and whispers in his ear, โ€œWake upโ€ฆโ€




Apollo sat up in bed, breathing heavily. Outside, clouds reigned supreme in the sky, another overcast day in Seattle. He lifted a hand, but before he could snap his fingers, a voice reached his ears. โ€œFinally, you sleep like the dead.โ€ The once great god spun around, half-expecting the voice to belong to the man in his dream. When his eyes fell on a blonde woman, naked save for his bedsheets, he reminded himself that Hyacinth was long dead.

Waking up next to someone beautiful wasnโ€™t uncommon for Apollo. Waking up to multiple beautiful people wasnโ€™t even uncommon anymore. Most mornings, this would be a pleasant surprise, followed by rounds four and five, and homemade breakfast with some fallen gods. On mornings like this, when Hyacinth came to visit him in his dreams, the men and women who found themselves in Apolloโ€™s bed were in for much less fun.

โ€œSorry, whatโ€™s your name again?โ€ he asked, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair and rubbing the sleep from his tired face. That line usually worked, as long as he coupled it with just the right amount of confusion and exasperation. Given that his memory of the night before certainly didnโ€™t include this girl, it was a fairly easy sell.

โ€œAre you fucking kidding me?โ€ The blonde threw the sheets from her body, revealing a sight that made Apollo reconsider his decision. She put on her clothes like a girl who was used to storming out the next morning, silently but with a certain anger that could be felt without words. By the time he had his boxers on, she was grabbing her wallet, and flipping him off. โ€œItโ€™s Brenda, asshole!โ€ The sound of her heels clicking on the floor and the front door slamming told him she was gone.

Apollo sighed, and got out of bed, stepping in front of the mirror for a moment. Even though heโ€™d looked more or less the same for the past two centuries, it still hurt to remember what heโ€™d once looked like. Golden hair had faded to this dishwater color, and his once luminous skin was just like any other mortals. Eyes that had shone like the sun were now deep pools of brown sludge. He was painfully mortal.

Painfully mortal or not, the Conclave was still ahead of them, and his head was pounding. One thing he missed about nectar: no hangovers. His bare feet padded against the cold tile of the apartment he shared with Herc, stepping over clothes that he was certain werenโ€™t either of theirs.

In the kitchen, he set to work with his usual morning routine, doing his best to push through the lethargy that still gripped him tight. โ€œDonโ€™t yack in the blender Pollo, please,โ€ he mumbled to himself as he filled the blender in question with ginger, orange juice, some ice, and three, five hundred milligram pills of Ibuprofen. The blender turned on, an obnoxious noise that could be heard throughout the condo, and while it ran, Apollo set to work preparing breakfast for whoever the hell had spent the night at his house. If the blender didnโ€™t get them up, then the clanging of metal pans surely would. He snapped his fingers, and the sun slowly began peeking out from behind the clouds, until the kitchen was bathed in light pouring through the windows. If he was going to this family reunion, the least it could be is sunny.



Featuring: Dr. Helena Larkin
Location: Library





The library was usually a sparsely populated area of San Agustin, and today was no different. Erica was seated at a round, wood table, a stack of books resting in front of her as she dragged a neon yellow highlighter across her notes. Her hair was still damp from her recent shower, and sheโ€™d traded her athleisure wear from this morning for a t-shirt and leggings, perfect studying attire. The scavenger hunt didnโ€™t mean she had any less studying to do. If anything, she had more.

The doors to the library swung open, but Erica didnโ€™t look up until she heard one of the chairs at her table slide out. Her eyes landed on Dr. Larkin, the chemistry teacher whom Erica thought could be making a lot more money working in a lab. Dr. Larkin, clad in her usual business casual clothes, offered up a warm smile as Erica closed her notebook. โ€œCan I help you, Dr. Larkin?โ€

โ€œThat depends. Can you answer a couple questions for me?โ€ Dr. Larkin replied, opening her own notebook and clicking a pen into a ready position.

Erica glanced at the watch around her wrist, where the seconds ticked away. โ€œI have another hour left before I can go to dinner, and I need to have all this stuff down for my quiz tomorrow. Youโ€™ve got ten minutes.โ€

โ€œWell, thanks for penciling me in,โ€ Larkin said, grinning despite Ericaโ€™s icy demeanor. She admired the girl, to a certain extent. She was determined, and resilient, hacking away at textbooks while her peers were doing anything other than homework. Much like herself at that age. โ€œFirst question, how did you like the scavenger hunt?โ€

Erica scoffed. โ€œI wouldโ€™ve rather been in class. I got egg all over my favorite running shoes, and we didnโ€™t even win,โ€ she said, crossing her arms as if to fully exhibit her discontent.

โ€œSo I take it youโ€™d feel better about the entire event if you wouldโ€™ve won?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m just saying, it wouldโ€™ve made working with Billie, worth it.โ€

Dr. Larkin scribbled something in her notebook, before glancing back up at Erica, an inquisitive glint in her eye. Erica thought that she looked almost like a cat, watching itโ€™s prey. The mental comparison made her uneasy, and she fidgeted ever so slightly under Dr. Larkinโ€™s watchful eyes.

โ€œWould you say youโ€™re adjusting well here at San Agustin?โ€ Dr. Larkin pressed on with her questioning. โ€œYouโ€™re exceeding expectations in all your classes, but what about your social life?โ€

โ€œWhy is it important to know if I have friends?โ€ Erica asked, cocking an eyebrow in a quiet sort of defiance.

โ€œWell, this can be a difficult adjustment period for some students. Being away from home for the first time, itโ€™s important that you have a support system.โ€ Dr. Larkin smiled, and Erica relaxed. She didnโ€™t know why sheโ€™d gotten so defensive.

โ€œWell, Iโ€™m doing fine in the friends department. As long as they donโ€™t kill each other over some stupid boy,โ€ Erica said, rolling her eyes at the thought of the cold war that had begun on Monday. โ€œI mean, honestly, donโ€™t we all have more important things to worry about boys?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m guessing that means you donโ€™t have anyone youโ€™ve been keeping an eye on?โ€

Ericaโ€™s thoughts went to Dwayne and then to Sam, but when she opened her mouth, she made no mention of them. โ€œAre there any boys here who happen to be on the Harvard admissions board?โ€

โ€œNo, not that I know of.โ€

โ€œThen no, thereโ€™s no one whoโ€™s caught my eye.โ€ Erica grinned, and Dr. Larkin laughed.

โ€œYouโ€™re a smart girl, Erica.โ€ Just not smart enough.

โ€œWell, I try,โ€ Erica said, gesturing to the stack of books next to her. She glanced down at her watch and then back at Dr. Larkin. โ€œTimeโ€™s up.โ€

Larkin grinned and closed her notebook, standing up as she did. โ€œThank you for humoring me. Iโ€™ll see you in class,โ€ she said, before turning and walking out of the building, her white lab coat trailing behind her.









With a special guest appearance by Jericho Colby
Location: Arts Building





The Art Building was empty after the scavenger hunt, as Bradley had expected. After a day filled with people, Bradley felt like slipping off. The refreshing, air conditioned breeze that accompanied his arrival was a relief after running around under the New Mexico sun.

The tall boy walked into his favorite room, crossing the empty space in the center to take a seat at his usual spot. The automatic lights flicked on, bathing the room in a soft, yellow light. He was halfway through setting up his canvas, and paints when a low, smooth voice rang out from near the door. โ€œHow did I know that youโ€™d be here?โ€

โ€œMaybe itโ€™s because this is the only place I ever am?โ€ Bradley replied, turning around to see the tall, slender form of Mr. Jericho Colby.

Colby was the art instructor at San Agustin, approachable, supportive and warm, the kind of teacher every introvert dreams of. Since Bradley had arrived at school, Mr. Colby had been an ever present helping hand, a mentor that he might have been afraid to admit he needed. Most of the teachers in Bradleyโ€™s life had passed over him, in favor of people like Erica, but Jericho was able to see Bradโ€™s talent for himself.

โ€œIโ€™m guessing they sent you to interrogate me?โ€ Bradley said, turning back around to face his unfinished painting, while Colby took a seat at the easel next to him. His face morphed, a blinding grin cutting across his sharp features.

โ€œโ€˜Interrogationโ€™ is quite a big word for it. You know we like to check up on you guys, and this is just a chance to do that. Howโ€™d you like your team? Second place isnโ€™t too bad, yโ€™know?โ€

Bradley smirked. Mr. Colby had a way of padding his questions with compliments, something he learned in whatever course heโ€™d taken before heโ€™d been allowed to teach students. Brad had caught on to it pretty quickly, called him out on it even, but he still went along with it. He liked Colby enough that he was willing to share, at least a little bit. โ€œThey werenโ€™t bad. Wish we couldโ€™ve picked our teams though,โ€ Bradley said.

โ€œYeah, you and every other kid on campus,โ€ Colby said, chuckling. โ€œLet me guess, you wouldโ€™ve preferred Mr. Slater and Mr. Pierce?โ€

โ€œI wouldโ€™ve.โ€ Mr. Colby was quiet for a moment. He was used to conversations with Bradley, the short and straightforward answers, offering no more information than he needed to.

โ€œAre you sleeping any better?โ€

โ€œI slept last night, if thatโ€™s what youโ€™re asking,โ€ Bradley replied. The piece in front of him had begun to take on more shape since his session with Hana on Monday. The cityscape was much clearer now, a window to a place that was just out of reach. โ€œI asked the nurse for some sleeping pills, but she said something about โ€˜the damage it could do to my developing brain.โ€™โ€

โ€œWell, sheโ€™s not wrong. Itโ€™s important that you learn to be present and mindful of your thoughts, before you start pumping your brain full of chemicals. Did you try the meditation track I sent you?โ€

Bradley shook his head, but didnโ€™t meet Mr. Colbyโ€™s face. โ€œI tried, but I got bored. Havenโ€™t tried again,โ€ he said.

โ€œWell, maybe give it another go. It canโ€™t hurt, yโ€™know?โ€ Mr. Colby sat silently again, watching while Bradley made the brightest of greens appear against the canvas, delicately poking and prodding with his paintbrush. It was truly something to watch him work.

โ€œHas my family sent anything yet? My brother?โ€ Bradley faced Mr. Colby this time watching as his face maintained that soft, comforting smile.

โ€œNot that I know of. But Iโ€™ll check the mail tonight,โ€ the mentor said, just before standing up and clapping a hand down on Bradleyโ€™s shoulder. โ€œDonโ€™t get into too much trouble,โ€ he said, though his grin didnโ€™t make the warning seem too serious.




Jericho Colby strolled into the elevator, inserted his master key into a lock by the buttons for each floor, and waited patiently as he moved down, down, down below the surface of San Agustin. His interview with Subject #31 had gone better than heโ€™d hoped. Some days, it was impossible to get the boy to talk, despite the rapport he was building.

Heโ€™d need to have a letter written, one that he can say is from his family. Clearly, heโ€™d been thinking about the implanted memories for a bit too long. Hopefully the forgery would do the trick, and get him on track. They didnโ€™t need another problem like theyโ€™d had with Subject #50.

It might be worth it as well, to get the subject some sleeping pills. He knew that Wayman wanted to see the effects that Subject #50โ€™s nocturnalism would have on the brain, but providing the medication would win his trust in a big way. Something to consider. The elevator came to a stop, and Jericho walked out into a stark, cold hallway, lined with metal and fluorescent lights. He smiled. Everything was going according to plan.



a @smarty0114 x @icy hot collab



Liquored up and ready to blow their parentsโ€™ money, Katie, Chloรฉ, Ava, Reyna, and Ivy started off their shopping trip together, before drifting off to different stores, with promises to meet up once they were all done. Katie had mentioned not having anything โ€œVegas appropriateโ€ and Chloรฉ had happily dragged her off to the mallโ€™s Versace store.

Katie wasnโ€™t unfamiliar with opulence, but she was definitely averse to it in many ways. Growing up in Beverly Hills, it was impossible not to end up a little spoiled, but Katie had always felt weird spending obscene amounts of money on clothes. Newly single, slightly stressed out Katie, felt differently on the subject, however. She wanted to look hot, and no one could deny that Chloรฉ was really good at looking hot.

It didnโ€™t hurt that Aleks and his accent had lodged themselves in her brain, crossing her thoughts whenever she let them wander. Whatever guilt she mightโ€™ve felt after her conversation with Carter had been numbed by her buzz, and she was in the market for something, or someone, to keep the bad feelings away. If that interaction in the parking lot had been anything, Aleks and Chloรฉ were close, and Katie figured it wasnโ€™t such a bad idea to do some investigative work. โ€œSo like, whatโ€™s the deal with Aleks?โ€ As soon as the words left her mouth, Katie was reminded that subtlety was her brotherโ€™s art form, not hers. She wasnโ€™t used to beating around the bush, but nevertheless, she would try her very best.

Chloรฉ had been looking through high-end rack, after high-end rack, stopping to pick up and examine a pair of dazzling shoes, only to be drawn away again by a peculiar little black piece. Katieโ€™s question was barely enough to draw her attention away from the dress she circled on the mannequin, โ€œHmm? Did something happen with him when you guys were talking? Sometimes he says too much, but I can give him a little reminder if you need me to.โ€ Chloรฉ replied with a short laugh shaking her closed fist as a promise to Katie.

โ€ What do you think about this dress?โ€ Chloรฉ gestured to the little blackdress that had been the object of her attention.

Katie paused her line of questioning to examine the dress, running her hands over the black fabric before taking it off the rack and holding it up in front of her. It wasnโ€™t something sheโ€™d have ever picked out on her own, but she had to admit, it looked good. โ€œOkay, okay, this could work,โ€ she said. โ€œAnyways, I was just curious. Youโ€™d think the whole โ€˜International Man of Mysteryโ€™ vibe wouldโ€™ve faded by now,โ€ Katie said, peering inside a glass case to get a look at the necklaces inside.

Chloรฉ paused a moment to ponder Katieโ€™s observations, it was always interesting to hear how people viewed Aleks, and it always seemed to be the opposite of her own views. Aleks had always been easy to read, but maybe it was due to them using similar masks to hide away behind. But Chloรฉ wasnโ€™t about to out her partner in crime if Katie thought he was mysterious, then Aleks would be, โ€œYeah, but doesnโ€™t that โ€˜Secret Agentโ€™ vibe make him hotter? I know youโ€™re thinking about it, I saw you drooling a little earlier.โ€ Chloรฉ responded with a laugh as she moved on to search for her own outfit, โ€œIโ€™m not one to pry... But just know if you need to talk Iโ€™m great at listening. If you donโ€™t want to talk, I think you should take tonight to leave Beverly Hills completely behind you.โ€

Katieโ€™s smile faltered and she froze for a moment, still staring at glittering diamonds. The way Chloรฉ had left it, she didnโ€™t need to come clean yet. So, maybe it was the Goose, or, more likely, Katie needed to talk to someone. โ€œCarter and I broke up. Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say I dumped him. Hence my surprise arrival this morning,โ€ Katie said, facing Chloe with as much confidence as she could muster. Even in front of her friend, in a moment of vulnerability, it was difficult to let the walls come all the way down. โ€œIโ€™m fine, obviously, I mean, Iโ€™m me. But, long story short, yes, it definitely makes him hotter.โ€

โ€œ Yes, you are you, vibrant and fierce, and in that-โ€œ She pointed to the dress Katie held in her hands, โ€œNo man, secret agent or mafia boss, alive would dare turn you away tonight. One of us has to have a scandalous Vegas tale to tell over a campfire, and I think you might just be in the market for that, what a way to declare your new bachelorette status than seducing a man worth a few hundred million dollars?โ€

Chloรฉโ€™s grin was mischievous as she brandished her own simpler mini dress, โ€œOr woman, girlโ€™s do some things better than boys do, you can ask little Josie about that one, or I can give you a first-hand demonstration.โ€œ She issued a playful wink and looped her arm through Katieโ€™s, โ€Do you need to try it on?โ€

Katie grinned, Chloeโ€™s playful flirting lifting her spirits a bit. โ€œYeah, I need to make sure it looks perfect for tonight,โ€ she said, leading them towards the fitting rooms, where an employee led them to an empty room and drew the curtain. โ€œWhat about you? Anyone, youโ€™re after on this trip?โ€ Katie asked as she began to undress and slip into the dress, unfazed by Chloeโ€™s presence.

โ€œMm Iโ€™m here for the journey, not the destination.โ€ Chloeโ€™s response was noncommittal as she set her things down on the bench and tended to the zipper on Katieโ€™s back once the straps were pulled over her shoulders, โ€œIf things happen, then they happen. But thatโ€™s just my style of doing things. But if youโ€™re a go-getter, make it happen girl.โ€

โ€œWell, I am known for making things happen.โ€

Stepping back she let out a low whistle as she took in Katie, โ€œOkay, ex-boyfriend, who? Damn, this dress was made for you, please tell me youโ€™re getting it.โ€

The blonde looked over her smiling reflection in the mirror, turning around a few times to check herself out from all angles. โ€œI mean, I kind of have to, right?โ€ She did one more spin and nodded confidently. โ€œYes, absolutely. Thanks, Mommyโ€™s credit card!โ€ After some help from Chloe with the zipper, Katie was slipping out of the dress and back into her clothes. โ€œThank you, for finding this. I needed some retail therapy.โ€

Chloรฉ was gathering her things from the seat as Katie changed back into her clothes, โ€œDonโ€™t mention it, what better way to kick off a night in Vegas than to do a little splurging. And if it gets that pretty smile on your face, job well done on my part!โ€

As Chloรฉ was exiting the dressing room a glittering black dress caught her eye, โ€œAnd so, Versace becomes the modern olive branch,โ€ she murmured aloud as she took the dress from the rack, โ€œAlright, you good to go? Iโ€™m ready for some food and more day drinking.โ€œ

โ€œYou read my mind,โ€ Katie said. The girls paid, and left the store behind them, in search of food, friends, and more alcohol. Luckily, Vegas wasnโ€™t short on any of the three.
I'm gonna reserve Apollo if that's alright. Thinking Brenton Thwaites for my FC but that's just off the top of my head.
Oooooh got a few ideas cooking already, count me in :)
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