Parthenon Resort

Welcome to the Parthenon Resort!
Here, you will meet an exiting medley of gods, mythical beasts and champions, all whilst comfortably enjoying the five-star treatment we have offer. Enjoy fine dining at the various open-air luxurious restaurants, admire the shows hosted nightly at the Opera House, or just chill at the massive waterpark.
All expenses are paid for, so don't worry about anything. You can have any room you like, and we have a nigh-limitless number of them!
YWS, our kind sponsor, has asked us to remind the guests that all of their standard rules apply.
Note from the Management: romance is allowed, but no sex, as we don't want to alarm anyone. Likewise, please be considerate and keep violence and swearing to a courteous minimum. We understand many of you are gods, but respect others and stay in character, don't godmod. Unfortunately, we remind you no Sues are allowed on the premises- pets are, if controlled.
~~~~ Ivan de Scipio, Head of the Illuminist Order and Manager of the Resort.

Jason:


I step into the resort, humming a tune from my childhood, and look around, whistling at the looks of things. Heading to the bar, I fix my brown hair to make me look older and sit on the stool. I order a whiskey and glance around at the others, looking for familiar faces, for a particular face among those...

Riley:


I walk into the resort on my phone, smiling at how I got away from my parents so easily, and sit down on one of the lobby couches, waiting fpr something to happen.

Jason:

I catch sight of a girl, a comparison to my lost beloved, and take a sip of my whiskey. Standing, I head over to the couch she sat on and clear my throat.
"Mind if I take a seat?" I ask, my lips expressing a flirtatious smile.

Riley

I chuckle and flash a smile back. "Sure." I say taking a sip of my water.

Jason

I sit beside her and take another sip of my drink, running my eyes nonchallantly up and down her body. Satisfied, I look away and wonder what I'm doing.
"Name's Jay." I say, not wanting to give away it all. "Yours?"

Riley

I shrug, "Riley Carter. But you can just call me Rye." I respond, ordering another water.

Jason

I nod and glance around the resort again, still searching for that face...

Riley

I catch him looking around and snap, getting his attention. "Who are you looking for?" I ask.

Jason

She snaps and my eyes dart in her direction, narrowing at the action. Slightly bothered, I try to bury my reaction and flash a smile.
"My father. I heard he'd be here." I say, my eyes flickering to the sword at my hip

Riley

I nod, "Cool." I smiled, taking a sip of my water. "How old are you?"

Jason

I flash a polite smile back, trying to count up the years in my head.
"I've only aged seventeen years, but I've been living longer." I say. "You?"

Riley

I nod, "Seventeen. But I'm really about 90 in olympian years."

Jason

I nod, studying her. "So you're an Olympian, Miss Rye?"

Riley

I nod, "I am." I smile. "I fight in the wars like my mom used to." I say shrugging.