[02] [BBS]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

I understand there's someone here who calls himself Greece. I'd like to speak with him.

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[lefteros.livejournal.com]

[It takes a while, but eventually a response shows up (no doubt because someone actually told Greece that there was someone looking for him, rather than because he makes a habit of checking the BBS).]

Speaking.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

This is Instructor Cynthius. Could you come to my office? I'd like to speak with you.

[The last name should give him a clue as to why--it's Greek]

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

[Which just means that there's a whole lot of meaning that immediately comes to mind. It's a very particular name, after all, even if one isn't somehow born into it.]

Of course. Sorry, but when are your office hours?

[He did respond a while after the message was initially posted...]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

I'm free now. When classes aren't in session, I don't really keep to my office hours.

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

I can understand that. And where is your office...?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Have some handwaved directions]

I'll see you soon, then?

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'll see you there.

[A TIMESKIP LATER:

Knock knock, Apollo, there's someone at your door!]

Hello?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Come in.

[He says it in Greek. Apollo's currently got his sketchbook out and open to a page of what looks like a sketch of the Garden. It's just the bare bones, though, so it might end up being something else.]

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

[Greece steps inside, his eyebrows going up. He'd had an idea of what to expect from the man's name, but to be greeted in his own language is a pleasant surprise. The sketch gets an appraising look, but no comment as of yet. Apollo, on the other hand, gets a friendly smile -- it's only polite, if not the least Greece can do for one of his own (apart from conversing in Greek, but that's more of a self-indulgence).]

You have an interest in my name, Instructor?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He looks up. Huh, weird connection. There's a few things scattered around his office--a vase of hyacinths, a small golden statue of a swan--that he couldn't not have. His bow is safe in his bedroom, though]

I've heard of a personifications of song, dance, and so on, but never countries.

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

[Greece does notice those, in a roundabout sort of way, but he's not going to comment -- not that he's discounting their presence, or pretending that he hasn't seen them.]

The gap isn't so wide. If Euterpe can have her song, then a nation can have their identity.

But... what makes you think that mine is more than a name?

[No, really. He's genuinely curious, and it's just not in him to do anything but wonder at being recognised so quickly.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[His smile falters for just a second when he mentions Euterpe.]

I have no reason to believe otherwise. I've seen some stranger things in my time. Besides, it's a little difficult to lie to me. I usually find them out.

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

Then it's a good thing that I haven't pretended to be anything else.

...

Although my paperwork might say otherwise. But the time where one could get by with a single name... it's been past, for a while.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Quite a while. It's a bit annoying actually, having to use two names.

[Apollo fixes the flowers on his desk before looking back at Greece]

So, I know who you are. But do you know me?

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

...I knew another you. He left for America, and introduced himself to me as Jones. [Greece shakes his head -- he's still nursing some faint hurt over being passed over by his own mother's (if former) gods for America, even if he can see the sense in it.] I haven't seen him for a while.

[He stands a little straighter here, looks at Apollo more sharply.]

Still. I don't think I've met you before, Apollo Cynthius...?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[A face. 'Jones'. Really? And America?]

America has Broadway and good pockets of the arts, but there is no way I'd ever leave Greece for America. It's painful, what they're doing to their arts education. And please, don't get me started on their idea of 'health care'.

[Then he smiles]

Yes. I recently returned from a mission.

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

I suppose that America can be appealing, but... mm. Thank you.

[Let's not talk about the guy Greece was pretty much dumped for. Not in that context, at least.]

And now you teach?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

I need to do something with my time here.

[A shrug because what can you do?]

As far as I know, I'm the only one of us who's here right now, and thanks to the Time Compression, I can't tell if I'll ever be joined by anyone.

[lefteros.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you wait long enough. The first of many...

Ah. How many?

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Likely as many as you can name and then some.