[hr][color=FF0927][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/13/91/7813913f4b20330122a33129c9adf457.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=#e96b7e] 𝖏 π–š π–˜ 𝖙 𝖕 π–Š 𝖗 𝖋 π–Š π–ˆ 𝖙[/color] [color=#e9d66b]𝖏 π–š π–˜ 𝖙 𝖕 π–Š 𝖗 𝖋 π–Š π–ˆ 𝖙[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color] [right][sub][color=gray]π₯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧. [color=#e9d66b]the loft ⟼ the olympic club [/color] 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. [color=#e9d66b]just perfect[/color] 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#FF4500]hercules[/color] 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#eed873]apollo[/color] | [color=#B2617F][s]comus[/s][/color] 😭 | [color=#0054a6]hades[/color] & [color=#a4ac92]perse[/color] | [color=#A17A74]macaria[/color] | [color=#7845b8]hera[/color] |[/color][/sub][/right][hr][color=BFAFB2] [i][sub]Tending to the garden. Picking flowers that she [b]just knew[/b] would please her mother and sister. After, she planned on getting Zagreus to not take his princely duties so seriously. A lyre plays softly in the distance and though she's heard it before while basking in the sun's rays, she's never officially met the musician. Today would be different...[/sub][/i] [hr] [sub][right][i][color=eed873]β€œ...-til I get dragged off to eat teeny tiny little sandwiches, I’ll be keeping you all listening to some, dare I say, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQetemT1sWc&ab_channel=TheBeatlesVEVO]groovy tunes[/url].”[/color][/i][/right][/sub] MelinoΓ« woke with a start, the radio still playing in the background of her lavish loft. She'd fallen asleep again atop a stack of case files currently in the process of being closed out. It was only a matter of time before she would be contacting her clients to update and collect the rest of her payment. A cheating spouse here, embezzling money from a trust fund there. It was the ones in which she could actually [i]do[/i], scouring in the night and collecting the wandering spirits - delivering justice to their persecutors, something that she gave the most detailed of attention to. The lost souls having been mistreated in life and then again in death. It was a sad life, melancholy even; or at least it should have been. These types of cases would bring even the most seasoned veterans to their breaking point. MelinoΓ« wouldn't blame them for it though. She was born for this after all. As the deity of madness was shuffling about,putting case files away where they belonged, there came a rapping at her door. Upon opening it she was greeted by the [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia.gq.com%2Fphotos%2F5582c6e6e52bc4b477a9d357%2Fmaster%2Fw_800%2Fnews-and-politics-2013-06-james-gandolfini-james-gandolfini-gq-magazine-december-2004-02.jpg&f=1&nofb=1][color=#e9d66b]superintendent[/color][/url] standing there squared shoulders, a cigar already smoldering between his lips and a look on his face that screamed he wasn't paid enough for shit. [color=white]"Hey there Miss Mavros,"[/color] he always had a feeling that that wasn't her true name. However, he wasn't gonna pry into her assorted past life so long as she would extend the same courtesy to him. To MelinoΓ« it wasn't hard to pinpoint someone on the run from a seedy past; one they were trying to avoid at all costs. She wasn't going to expose him - there was no need to. His conscience was doing enough damage to him itself. [color=#e9d66b]"Mornin' Mr. Orsini. What can I do for you?"[/color] She held him at the front door, he didn't want to come in anyways. It was easier this way. [color=white]"Some of the other tenants are still complaining about the odd commotions and comings and goings of some of your, uh... clients?"[/color] There it was. The complaints were steadily growing more and more in numbers and Mel assumed everything was going well. She [i]was[/i] conducting business out of her home, but she had been up front about it all when she first got the apartment. Why was this suddenly a new development? [color=white]"I'm sorry to hafta do this to ya, I really am. But with so many complaints, and the amount of people coming and going outcha your place... I gotta let you go. You're gonna hafta find a new place to live by the end of the month."[/color] Instead of lashing out, like she clearly wanted to, she instead tuned the mortal man out. He clearly had some kind of speech prepared on the off chance she would berate and yell at him over the travesty. However, in his eyes, she took it quite well. It left him with a foreboding chill that traveled the length of his spine as he walked back down the hall towards his office. [color=white]"Heaven help us..."[/color] As MelinoΓ« gathered up her belongings to attend the festival, she was stewing in her disappoint and anger. Her phone dinged somewhere from the confines of her bedding and she stormed over to it, angrily opening up the group message Hercules started ages ago. It was usually something she indulged in when she knew Apollo wouldn't chime in, typically for some kind of get together at a club or bar where a lot of the other gods partook in. Everyone was welcome. Except Hera. She shuddered at the mere [i]thought[/i] of the woman. Hercules had posted something along the lines of; [sub][i]we need 1-2 housemates! must love parties! must enjoy good times! Hera not allowed![/i][/sub] Seemed like perfect timing with the shit news she just received. Besides, how bad could it be? Parties all the time? [i]Psht.[/i] OK that's not that bad. Dealing with muscle-headed jock like beings? Also, not that bad. Mel caught herself grinning in her mirror. Shaking the tantalizing daydream from her mind she opened a separate text thread to Wonder Boy himself. [quote]To: [color=#FF4500]WonderBoyπŸ‹οΈβ€β™‚οΈ[/color] interested for damn sure. i'll meet up with you at the festival, yeh?[img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote] That was that. She tossed the device back on to the bed and continued getting [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Ftse3.explicit.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOIP.OMId76Tphxaig2-kOtbJSQHaJQ%26pid%3DApi&f=1][color=#e9d66b]dressed[/color][/url] for the event. Since Hera hosted, [i]every.fucking.year.[/i] MelinoΓ«'s made it her mission to piss off the once queen every chance she got. It wouldn't do well to outright attack her or make claims of war on her in the open. It would incite a riot. Not that Comus would mind; if he were here. But she wasn't entirely sure of who still supported her and her endeavors. She couldn't stand to be blindsided like that. Though her restlessness was getting the better of her as time has passed. [i]Something[/i] needed to be done. Sooner rather than later. [sub][h2][color=#e9d66b]β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…β–…[/color] [color=black] ◁◁ ▐ β–Œ β–·β–·[/color] [color=white]◁◁ ▐ β–Œ β–·β–·[/color][/h2][/sub] Walking up the doors of the country club, MelinoΓ« let her lip curl into a snarl. Of course Hera would choose this pretentious place. "Plympic Club" How gauche. If she actually looked at the place from a point of view other than hatred for the hostess, she would allow herself to think the place was actually pretty decent. Nice even. However, it was Hera, and this was Mel. And that was [i]never[/i] going to happen. There was already a substantial amount of immortals present that it threw her off. As she made her way to a small table of finger foods she took notice of Hati coming in through the doors, looking more ragged than usual. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Something clearly ruffled his feathers and she was going to make sure to poke fun at it later. Over on the other side of the room sat her parents, looking as in love as always, and it made something constrict her heart and press on her ribs. It wasn't that she wasn't excited for them, on the contrary. However, she would be lying if she said she desire that own look from a special someone - at least at some point. But those were thoughts for another time. She would have a moment or two before running into [i]him[/i]. He was never on time for anything. Always too concerned with, well, everything else. Never what he's supposed too. [color=#e9d66b][i][sub]Clearly not me...[/sub][/i][/color] Another thought she had to shoo away. He was [i]not[/i] going to ruin the Festival for her. Not this year. Not the rest of her life. Never again. MelinoΓ« learned her lesson. At least, that's what she told herself before she caught sight of the Bright One himself. [color=#e9d66b][i]"Well, fuck me..."[/i][/color] [/color]