R & R in the Old Country

I think I needed the break.

Spent some time pub crawling and checking the sights of Dublin with Cindy.  She needed the break too, gods only know what's really going on in her head.  I think I've gotten her to relax a little.  Poor girl was wound up far too tight, but given everything that just got dumped on her, hard to blame her.  After the touristy stuff, she ended up at one of dad's houses.  Wonderful little place out in the hinterlands.

I have far more family then I thought, and it's still...strange.  Horrible mental images since it's obvious dad can't keep it in his pants.  Anyway.  We were going to help one of my half-brothers wrangle a kelpie he'd let get loose, but we ended up spotting, of all people, Odin.  Myself and Kennedy went to play proper hosts, and the rest ended up trailing along.  I would've hoped they'd keep looking, but there was plenty enough time for that.  It's not every day you saw the Norse grand-poobah.  Dad came out to greet him, and we all gathered on the porch.  Let us know Bryn was ok, and pissed off  at the whole situation.  Sounds about right.

More then that, Odin wanted to hear our side of what happened in Germany and what we planned to do about it.  Layed out some of my plans.  Basicly amounted to making a choice between heading to Olympus immediately, or trying to pick up the trail in Germany.  Little chance of that, but we don't have much of any lead, and if we're to have any hope of convincing Altair there's bigger issues, we'd need something from that front.  Hal....Hal.  Didn't think I was right in my assessment that the Yazata weren't really, entirely, behind this disaster.  There's some personal bad blood there, but at the very least he kept me thinking.

Until he got called out by Kenny.  Who didn't seem to like that Hal would listen to my thoughts on Altair's 'family' and not hers.  Not my place to gossip anywhere, so I think everyone tried to tune out the arguement while we continued to plan, and eventually moved in doors.  Tch.  We've got two weeks until whatever juju dad did ticks over and Altair can catch up to us.  It's not a good time frame, especially with what's probably going to be a dead trail by the time we get back to Germany, and god only knows how long things might take at Olympus.  Plus there's whatever dad has planned for us to balance the scales after the favors he had to call in.

And I still haven't had a chance to talk to Kennedy.  Wanted to at least get my apologies out of the way for Germany with her, but I think she needs space after the dustup with Hal.  A number of other calls to make too...we're probably moving out soon, too.  Don't think we can afford to waste any more time here with the clock ticking.