Metempsychosis

[Filter: Triton]
Plans have been changed, kid. You're going to be in New York a little longer. Make yourself useful and email your professors. Need you to babysit.
[/Triton]

[Medusa]
Pack your stuff, baby got a plane ticket with your name on it.
[/Medusa]

[Poseidon didn't get up to go to work Monday morning, spending most of the day in bed. His headache had finally started to cease since the other night, and Chelsea used it to her advantage to stay out of school.

"Dad?" Chelsea said crawling onto the bed beside him and moving his arm from his face. He responded with a grunt, straining to open his eyes. She curled up beside him. "You have to take me to school."

"Take the bus."

She looked him over. He'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days, sleeping more than he was out and that wasn't Poseidon. She didn't like seeing him weak in any way. She laid her head down against his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Dad, come on. Let's have breakfast."]

Nice to own your own firm. Can do what you like. Nice to sleep in for a morning, though I will miss flirting with the secretary. She's got a nice set of legs.

[Poseidon checked the phonelines, getting a blank dial-tone as he looked down at the madness below. Chelsea had taken to his room wrapping herself into the covers since he insisted on staying. 'Just a little water' he said as if a hurricane was no big deal. Maybe to him, but to her it was still a little unnerving. She was worried for her friends when she'd heard that loud whirling noise outside. Yet, here her dad was flipping on classical rock with a glass of gin in his hand.

"Dad really?" Chelsea said with a groan.

To Poseidon the wind and rain was calming. If she'd been an immortal child of the sea she would have known that. She was still young yet. He flopped down on the bed where she sat in a black lump under the sheet.

"Baby girl if anything comes flying through that window that sheet isn't going to do a fucking thing." She groaned again sliding it off her head as he laughed.

"You're Poseidon, make it stop!" she huffed.

"Oh, baby what's the fun in that?"

He laughed again downing his drink, trying not to think about anyone else he may question was sitting through this. He took another swallow of his drink. ]

[Filter: Medusa]
Staying dry, baby?

Oh, why kick up a fuss. It's a little wind and rain. If the Statue goes under then you can thank me.

[Chelsea has noticed since her father's return that something is different and has since attempted to contact his brother about what may or may not have happened since last Friday. She doesn't trust Medusa, and is wary of Aphrodite though she's been the only constant womanly figure in her life. She doesn't like seeing her father weak, or seeing someone take her place. Poseidon is her father, in which she will be just as dastardly jealous of him if she chooses.]

Another week before the brat goes to school. Suddenly, she has things to talk about and expressing interest in driving. I'll sooner throw this damn city under water. Remember Atlantis, baby girl? Keep that in mind when you talk about driving or being driven by high school seniors. It's like watching bunnies scream. I rather miss the older days when handiwork like that was admired.