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Characters: Poseidon, Chelsea Straka, Triton, Melpomene
Date/Time: Beginning March 10, 2012, ending on the 16th.
Location: Mostly in Bermuda
Rating: Probably at least PG-13.
Warnings: Language is probably a given, considering Poseidon and Mel.
Summary: The sea gods go in search of the Trident, and Mel tags along for the ride.

The first leg of the flights had gone fairly smoothly. Although not much showed for him outwardly, Triton was excited. This was the most time he had gotten to spend with his father in nearly a century, and Poseidon did seem proud of him for uncovering the clues to the Trident's location. Yes, true, Chelsea was coming along, and Triton was determined to show her through rigid example of how a proper Child of Poseidon was supposed to conduct behavior. And there was also Melpomene, who had somehow invited herself along on this excursion. Triton hoped it wouldn't mean more friction between his father and the sun god because of some woman's actions.

For the moment, they were between flights, and Triton waited patiently in the seating area, flipping through one of the textbooks he had brought along to ensure he remained on top of his studies.

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"I'll send you a copy for Christmas," he said, turning the page.

"It's a little early to be making lists." She tucked the hair that had falling behind her ear. It might have seemed idle but she'd done it deliberately.

"I like to be prepared," he said, his gaze still on his book.

"Well aren't you just the Boy Scout." She finally gets out of his immediate space. She opens her bag. Inside there is obviously very little, a change of clothes, a bar of soap, a tooth brush and tooth paste in a little plastic baggy, hair brush, and a smattering of what looks like snack food.

She produces one of those shiny tin foil packages that are only ever wrapped around poptarts. She peels it open and takes out a strawberry frosted poptart. The second one gets meticulously replaced in the box and the top closed. Then she manages to pull both legs up onto the narrow seat, and still look like she might be comfortable. The woman is flexible. She breaks off a corner of the pop tart and starts snacking quietly.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't get crumbs on my book," Triton remarked, with hardly a glance at her luggage.

"That would be a waste of crumbs." The edges vanish slowly, because they are the worst part of a poptart. It's the gooey center that is the good part. "Orinoco Flow" (http://youtu.be/faZ7iiXk8YI) is hummed while chewing. Enjoy a slight boost of relaxation and peacefulness.

"Good to know I won't have to worry, then," the sea prince replied as evenly as ever.

"Well that's interesting." She commented off hand. A bit of strawberry filling oozed between pastry, and she licked it away.

"What's interesting?" he asked, sounding almost bored as he turned the page again.