Research Trip [Travel Agency] [Arthur and Kadri]

Arthur loved ancient literature, it was the next part of his course, and he was very ready for it. He'd been brushing up on his latin and ancient Greek, and that Turkish guy downstairs was also helping him learn a little Turkish too, so he could branch out a little more. Then he heard about some the Greek Archives being put on sail and he knew he had to go. So, he grabbed tickets quickly as he could, for the closest holiday. However, one snag with his plan - they were being displayed in Greece. He had tickets, certianly, but now he had to get to Greece and stay their cheaply.

Which is why he found himself wandering in to the closest travel agents. Surely, they knew about cheap flights and the best youth hostels, he was sure they had pleanty of options for him. He walked up to the desk, "I'd like to talk about travelling to Athens, Greece from the tenth of February to the Fifteenth of February please?" He asked. They nodded and directed him to a seat, where he should wait until someone could see him. This all seemed very awkward, and he hoped he wasn't doing it too last minute. He'd rather not have to pay large fees, but he really wanted to see this exhibit! Oh well... he could always ask his parents for more money... or get a loan.

Arthur found that he wasn't waiting long. Soon, a young petite woman came out and looked over at him, greeting him. "Pleasure to meet you." He said politely, and stood, holding out his hand for her to shake. She was very short, nearly a foot shorter than he was. He quite liked being tall, admittedly. Mostly, he had to look up at the people he was talking to. He began to walk towards the door she had gestured to, opening it for her, as a gentleman should.

(( I'm sorry it's short! ))

Arthur didn't know why, but she didn't seem to like him very much. Still, he pushed down the feeling, hoping he was just being paranoid. He took his seat in the small office, resting his hands neatly on his lap and looked at her. "Well, I was hoping just to do it as cheaply as possible. As long as it doesn't take more than a day to travel, I will be happy to take it." He told her, "I don't know how I'm going to get there. I'd also be greatful if you could suggest any cheap accomodation. A youth hostel, perhaps?"

Arthur thought about it, "I think train, perhaps. It sounds like the best compromise between cheap and speed." He said, nodding. He wished he'd known about this sooner, then he wouldn't have to do everything so last minute. But he just couldn't pass up this opportunity! "How much would train tickets cost?" He asked. He could ask for money from his parents to cover the costs. It was for his school work, after all, they'd promised to help cover school costs.

"Oh good." He was worried that the accomodation would be expensive. Still, he'd probably be sleeping on a hard bed in the same room as a load drunk teenagers who had come to Greece for a joke about. But he couldn't complain, he supposed, "Do you have any information on the place I'll be staying?" he asked, "Like restaurants or modes of transport?"

That was a lot of money, especially in a country that was falling apart at the seams. He sighed and rubbed his face, tiredly. He would have to ask his parents for money, they couldn't afford that. Well, he supposed he could get out a loan (not that students could get out loans very successfully). He had to find the money somewhere, right? Maybe he'd have to get a better part time job. He fidgited, sighing. "Alright then. I think I can manage that." But he'd hoped there was a budget flight he could have gotten.

"Don't worry, my family has good health insurance and I've got a European health card, it'll be fine." He said dismissively. He'd rather not think about it, as if all the unrest would just stop because he was there. "I'm sensible too. I'll stay away from any unrest anyway."

"Have you been to Athens?" He asked. It would be useful if she had.

Arthur shrugged awkwardly. He didn’t like thinking about death, well, he thought about death often, being a literature student with a morbid streak. He just didn’t like thinking about his own death, though he understood his mortality, unlike some people. “I don’t plan on running in to any hotspots.” He said softly, reminding this woman gently that he was not a fool, as much as she would did think so, he was sure. He was doing this for a reason, I well thought out, calculated reason, not a sudden desire to visit Greece, wonderful hotspot that it was.

“Oh, shame.” He looked down, playing with his hands. “But I suppose people have different tastes.” He’d assumed that as a travel agent, she’d been able to go to lots of different places but perhaps she’d just not wanted to go. “Is that all you’d suggest for now?”