J.R. raises an eyebrow with a small grin, then stands up. She sighs a little, brushing her hair out of her face. [color=7ea7d8]“I’m J.R.. I’m fifteen, the daughter of Hermes, the messenger god, and I write for fun.” [/color] She sits back down, hating the attention. 

Ivy bursts out laughing. [color=a2d39c]“That’s hilarious! Good one. I get goat men and monsters and that shit, but there’s no way I’m the daughter of a god. Daughter of a monster I believe. Really good joke. I mean, if I was the daughter of some great goddess, that means I’ve had a mom all along right there. But that’s impossible, because she died.”[/color] Her laughter fades and her smile transitions into a frown, and she looks at Arty. [color=a2d39c] “Right?”[/color] The color drains from her face as the intros start. “What the hell? Do you have another of those barf bags?”