WHO: @whisperedfury WHERE: an island in the aegean archipelago WHEN: february 6th, 2130 WEARING: shorts by D&G (x), shirt by vivienne westwood (x)
It’s early enough that the boat taking passengers to the islands isn’t uncomfortably crowded, but not so early that only a few people are making the trip; a sweet spot where he and Meg can board separately, seemingly indifferent to each other, and arrive at the same destination without conspicuous connection. With the press in every nook and cranny of Poseidon’s massive ship, neither of them wants to risk the kind of questions that might arise if they were to be spotted together. Icarus tries not to imagine the Pandora headlines, restrains a grimace at the thought, and adjusts the bag slung over his shoulder as he steps onto the island and splits off from the group.
Anything work-related is in his room on the ship per Meg’s orders - she might have insisted, if she had needed to, but she rarely does. The only piece of technology Icarus carries today is a GPS tag meant for tracking pets or lost property, its signal sent to Meg’s phone so she can find him when he stops walking. It doesn’t take long to locate a cove that seems secluded enough to offer them a bit of privacy, and by the time the blanket he brought is laid out in the shade Meg is coming around the rocky outcrop that shields this stretch of shore from view. Tag in hand, he waves her over and offers a small but genuine smile.
“Can I throw this thing in the ocean now, or would you like to do the honors?”
