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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=FF0927][I][sub]THE UNIVERSITY, SEATTLE[/sub][/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=FF0927][sub][b]Mood:[/b] At least it isn’t all bad[/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]

[color=silver] If anyone entered, Hathor hadn’t noticed and tried her best to tune out the noise of those that had already gathered. It wasn’t that the gods and goddesses were bad to be around, heck, sometimes their antics were enjoyable to watch but this was just not her day. She could hardly keep herself from bouncing or tapping her foot in irritation, the lack of sleep and memories from the past making frustration rise at the situation of the Conclave and disappointment to flood her that more horrible news was just on the horizon. Nothing good ever came from these group get togethers after all so she wasn’t going to put hope into wishing differently. She would much rather be at home right now doing stars forbid anything else other than this. 

She felt the vibration of an incoming text message beneath her fingertips but chose to ignore it for the time being, knowing she could answer it later or that the person would probably understand. After all, most of the people that even possessed her phone number were people that would either be arriving soon or humans that knew she should be sleeping right now. Instead, she let her attention be pulled into some random mind numbing game on her phone to keep her entertained until people she was more familiar with made an appearance. She didn’t know how much time had passed while she lazily swiped and clicked her phone but it all grounded to a halt when she heard a feminine voice speaking to her. Hathor’s muscles tensed, her hard gaze sliding slowly away from her phone only for her eyes to land upon Bastet. 

She felt herself relax, the almost glare she had recently been sporting lightening up, her appearance resembling more of a defeated look as a weak smile pulled at her lips at her sister’s question.[/color] [Color=FF0927]”Is it that obvious?”[/color][color=silver], she sighed, tucking her phone away and trying to relax. She could tell that she must be more on edge than she realized since Bastet seemed careful in her approach. It wasn’t fair to take her bad mood out on anyone else even though she desperately wanted to snap at someone or do something to get rid of these negative emotions. She took a deep breath, smiling a little more normal as she decided to try and stir the conversation elsewhere than her plaguing nightmares.[/color][Color=FF0927]”How have you been? How are the three precious furbabies?”[/color][color=silver], she asked, honestly wanting to know how her sister's life was going. 

Her dark eyes drew their attention away from the woman next to her as Zeus entered, announcing to the group that he had brought danishes for everyone. She didn’t really know him personally but she had definitely heard stories, some may or may not involving goats but that wasn’t even close to the other treatments of his many...many children. It made it hard to want to really jump into knowing the Greek God. He was apparently trying to make it right but even then, she was skeptical. However, the danishes were doing wonders on getting on her good side for the morning since her stomach was protesting at the lack of breakfast, coffee only taking her so far. She debated on snagging one once the box was set down. Not all danishes were good but anything had to be better than nothing and if her name was already in the pot then might as well snag one. Hathor was dreaming of what kind she could weasel out of the box when someone literally came barreling in. One could even say it was a flawless entrance as the man had at least ended up on his feet by the end of his tuck and roll. 

Hathor felt herself bite back a chuckle, a bright grin lighting up her face as she leaned down to grab her thermos, taking a sip of coffee. At least having her sister here and a few small positives to make her smile had helped her feel a little more like herself. As she set it back down in its place, she heard a good morning which drew her attention to the speakers knees before slowly dragging her eyes up, pausing for a moment to admire a fine set of abs before tilting her head to look at a pair of blue eyes and a bright smile that was a bit on the goofy side but it just worked. She sat back up, raising a brow at the overused pick up lines or at least one she had heard plenty at the club. It still made her smile as she replied,[/color][Color=FF0927]”I don’t but maybe you can change my mind.”[/color]

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[Color=FF0927][b]Speaks With[/b]: [color=7d694f]Bastet[/color] [@Rockette],[color=crimson]Heracles[/color] [@metanoia]
[b]Mentioned[/b]: [color=ABABAB]Zeus[/color] [@beetlemoth]
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