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Greece is the word

WHO: ALL OF THE TEACHERS and their broods
TONE: FUN!?!?
RATING: M for Mature.
WHEN: 4th April to 7th April (ish)
WHERE: Murdoc's home in Greece
WHAT: A teacher meeting held in Greece! What could possibly go wrong?
STATUS: Ongoing.

[Murdoc isn't sure why the responsibility of hosting the meeting fell to him, honestly it already sounds like a terrible idea. He doubts any of them will either come up with sound lesson plans, work cohesively as a team or leave his home any wiser and more mature than they were when they entered. To him, it seems as if a couple of people just like the idea of visiting Greece. However, it's not as if he's going to pass up the chance to show off! And it's not like he doesn't have room to spare.

He's not going to be all that happy to have people there, but he's not a bad host. Everyone has a room and there's food and booze provided. Not to mention the fact that the beach and town are within walking distance, but why on earth would you want to live such a sick crib? Of course, given that he's a pureblood there's absolutely no technology or reception, but there's a pool and a near endless amount of rooms filled with nifty shit!

Regardless, if you aren't a kid you sure as hell aren't here to explore, so quit touching his stuff and get working.]

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[Kurloz has brought his sketchbook and a small set of watercolours AND SOMEHOW FOUND HIS WAY ON THE ROOF. He likes the view from there of the surrounding buildings and terrain, so he's done a few quick sketches of the landscape before picking one direction to start painting.]

[Rhys is eternally grateful to Dolores for inviting his son - it's not as though he'd be able to do anything with him in a social setting otherwise. So he's taken some time from the drawing room and Murdoc's watchful eye to come find the boy.]

Mr. Makara. I should have expected that I would find you up here. [small smile]

[Kurloz glances up when Rhys appears, grinning and waving hello. He gestures at the view around them at Rhys' words, as if to say 'how could I resist it?']

It's beautiful, isn't it? Very different from home for either you or me, I think.

[Kurloz nodded and tore out an unused page of his sketchbook, scribbling with his pencil:]

my home has a pretty sweet view but it's a different beautiful to here.

It very much is. Your mother was all right with you coming this far?

[Nods.]

when i got to the explaining of who miss maryam is being, mam was more okay with it. a brother's got to be owling or floo-speaking with her every day while i'm here but that's cool. it let's me get the knowing that she's alright. :o)

You two are close. [unfortunately] But family is important, especially when it's so limited. It's the same for me - it's really only myself and my sister. We don't talk to our parents much. Do you have any uncles or aunts? Cousins?

my one aunt used to be visiting lots with my cousin when we were real little but then she stopped bringing him. think she might've dumped him off with his dad cuz me mam once explained how i got no uncles since auntie rhian never got up and hitched proper.

[Glances at his painting and quickly dabs a bit of green into the ocean here and there.]

[It's good he's looking away, so he doesn't see the way Rhys's back stiffens abruptly and his nostrils flare. He'd met Maeve through his sister, after all ... ] Your mother's sister, then, this Rhian?

[Kurloz shakes his head as he dips his brush in water to blend the paints on the paper a bit before answering properly:]

mam's best friend. mam doesn't have siblings and her parents up and gone to the other side a bit after this here fucker was born.

Do you still see her? And do you remember much about your cousin?

sometimes, around once a year at least?

[Thinks on the second question, chewing on his pencil.]

he had some proper fucking thick dark hair like me. and we had the same eyes. villagers thought we was brothers or some shit at times.

But he must have had a different surname than you, he must have had his mother's, yes? Do you remember at all?

[Shrugs, scratching the back of his neck.]

we was only wee little wrigglers at the time. maybe 4 or 5 years old? don't even remember the motherfucker's name and auntie rhian don't ever talk about him.

[Rhys falls silent for a long moment, and strides over to the edge of the roof, looking out, mind churning. Is that what happened? Did the two women influence each other ... ? There were no Rhydderch's at the school, but perhaps the other boy had his father's name. Or the name of his 'aunt', as well ... he had actually assumed Gamzee was some sort of distant cousin, but not ... not this. If it was what he thought it was, but how could it be not?]

[He glances up when Rhys moves to the edge of the roof, wondering what's on the professor's mind. He doesn't ask though, figuring if it's anything concerning him, Rhys would tell him. Right? So instead he resumes painting silently.]

[After what seems like a very long time, Rhys speaks up, his voice a little distant, thoughtful.]

My sister's name is Rhian.

[He'll allow that to sink in. After all, he and Rhian look quite a bit alike, the same wild, dark hair, the same unusual eyes. Kurloz is a clever boy, and Rhys is curious what conclusion he'll come to.]

[Kurloz's head snaps up and he stares with huge eyes at Rhys. His hand can't write fast enough to he charms the pencil to scrawl out the words quickly.]

auntie rhian's the sister what you dreamed of drowning and shit because you want her close? shit, does that make you my uncle or something?

[His face brightens with excitement and he begins to think out another question before frowning, the pencil stopping and slowly writing:]

you don't know where my cousin's all being at... because you didn't know the fucker existed.

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[Where there is a roof, there will eventually be a Strider. It's one of the rules of the universe, apparently.

He pauses when he gets to the roof and sees Kurloz, though.]

Huh. Didn't think anyone else'd be up here.

[Should've known those shady Striders would be around eh? Kurloz glances up and smiles, giving the other boy a wave.]

[Dirk just waves back.]

Mind if I stick around for a while?

[Shaking his head, Kurloz pats the ground next to him indicating Dirk can take a seat. Hey, it's not his roof!]

[Dirk shrugs and sits. Apparently, he hasn't brought anything to do, because all he does is pull out his wand and start idly twirling it between his fingers as he looks out over the horizon.]

[Kurloz glances at the other boy and scribbles out on a torn out sheet of paper:]

what you thinking about so hard bro?

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