ye olde catchall

[pummelgranite]

WHO: Persephone, Persephone's CR
WHERE: Penthouse, studio, clubs, Hades Caves, coffee shops, other caves, mostly in Maurtia
WHEN: February
WHAT: All the threads that's fit to catch
WARNINGS: normal wicdiv warnings for depression, death, suicidal ideation, alcohol abuse, party drugs, etc

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HADES CAVES

[pummelgranite]

[ THE STAGE IS SET. The lights are atmospheric, and the atmosphere is lit. A staff member buzzes through now and then, finishing the installation of whatever mundane mechanics that don't run on Chthonic Bullshit alone. The space hums, longing to be filled and used.

Persephone can't linger down here alone anymore, but she can pace and smoke and wither away one throne of flowers to re-construct it in different colors and patterns. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Among the throng of bats, is a single bat-- her bat-- just hanging out and watching her, wearing a tiny cape. Probably also a tiny camera.]

[pummelgranite]

[ There aren't many, not yet. And she's not sure if they will stick around one the place gets noisy. She's not sure how she knows that her little friend from De Chima is in here, though she can guess fairly easily as to how.

She reaches up a hand to call it down, producing a cat treat. ]

C'mere you fancy little rabies vector.

[the_caped_crusader]

[It flies over into her hand, it's little cape wafting in the breeze of it's wings, and eagerly pecks at the treat in her hand.]

[pummelgranite]

[ It amazes her ever time how light and delicate the tiny body is. Carefully, carefully one finger rubs a bit at the fuzzy little head. ]

You're reeeeally not going to like this.

[the_caped_crusader]

[It pecks at the treat and then shakes it's head, wordlessly expressing it's dislike clearly, like "this isn't a fucking banana." It looks at her, betrayed.]

A different, battier cave

[pummelgranite]

[ She chose a time when Bruce wasn't home to sneak in. Well, no, "sneak in" would imply there is any level of stealth involved, which there is not. There is just an intruder climbing up out of the abyss and up into the Batcave. She's certainly dressed like some kind of trouble- all leather and lace and glittering metal skulls. She is also carrying a plastic bag of unknown contents. She takes out one earbud and tips her head, trying to make sure she's alone before meandering towards the minifridge closest to Bruce's computer. ]

[cassassin]

[Hey Persephone guess who was hidden further up in the cave running some drills. There's a telltale whistle through the air juuuust by Persephone's ear, a Batarang striking the wall behind her on its blunt edge before clattering off.

She doesn't know why the hell this girl is in the Batcave, or why she's moving with the kind of purpose she is. Like she's been here before. Cass drops down, suit on and cowl off, a training mask pulled up over her mouth and nose.]

Talk.

[pummelgranite]

[ Part of the whole godhood thing is projecting an air of confidence and unflappability. Glamour helps, so do enhanced senses.

But no one is ready for ninja babes. ]

Uh . . . What?

[cassassin]

What are you doing here? [Does she have a little bit of that Bat growl going on? Maybe.

She is also, like, five foot one.]

[pummelgranite]

I was just-

[ There's a beat while the gears turn. ]

No. Wait. What are you doing here?

[cassassin]

I'm supposed to be here. [And she's just going to point a gloved thumb to the gold-outlined Bat symbol on her suit.]

And I don't know... who you are.

SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!! hi it me ur biggest fan

[photophobic]

[ Kylo has been floundering a little since his return- family drama, mostly, and the bizarre sense of having two sets of memories drastically different from each other. Here, and There.

But one thing has been sitting on his mind in a way that fills him with an entirely different kind of preoccupation- Persephone. As Sunday draws closer his anticipation builds, a soft thrum in the background of everything else- he does his research, he looks into his options, he thinks long and hard about what kind of gift he wants to bring her. Something she will like, yes, but it has to be something of him, too. And it has to be fit for a goddess.

He arrives in the afternoon, bearing a lavish arrangement of flowers- roses, cymbidium orchids and celosia in rich, deep reds. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ She can hear him coming a bit better this time, if for nothing else than the way his bootsteps echo. She's crouched at the front of the stage, conferring with a number of solid-looking men in black STAFF t-shirts, but stands when she hears Kylo coming.

The red in his hands catches her eye right away. Once she can make out what it is, her head tips to the side. She speaks, and the sound fills the chamber easily. ]

Everyone take a long lunch.

[ A dozen or so humans look up from their work, and then at her, and then at him, and then begin wrapping up their tasks and leaving. Persephone pays well, but no one here is paid enough to work through whatever the hell this is about to be. ]

[photophobic]

[ Oh. He likes that- he likes watching her exercise her authority, and there is something intensely gratifying about watching her staff being dismissed for him.

He looms for a moment, waiting for them to disperse, and approaches. ]

We never specified a time. But I assumed if you didn't want to be found, you wouldn't be.

I brought you a gift.

[pummelgranite]

[ The stage is high off the ground, high enough to keep most fans from being able to rush her. But as he approaches she snaps her fingers, and a number of vines leave the wall and arrange themselves obediently into a stair for him. ]

I see that.

[photophobic]

[ And that-- is a demonstration of her power he finds very easy to appreciate. He gives an appropriate pause and climbs the newly-formed stairs, coming to a stop before her with his arms full of the rich explosion of red flowers- a stark contrast against the solid presence of his tall, dark figure.

His eyes are steady on her face. ]

Is it enough?

[pummelgranite]

[ And she, in turn, likes showing off. (In truth, a large portion of a god's purpose was to sit around and look important.)

Her eyes sweep from the flowers up to his face, and then to take in the whole of him again.]

That depends. Enough for what?

HADES CAVES, post communion

[pummelgranite]

[ So Persephone had spent a good 36 hours napping off her communion, but sooner or later (or more specifically at the time her stage manager put on her calendar), she has to head back to her base. And boy does this place look partied out as well. Vines have been pulled off the walls, there's an ocean of rubbish, and the cave floor is, in many places, inexplicably sticky. ]


Uh. Gross.

[lastofthebog]

[ Galla is here too, having left once and returned with a pack of garbage bags to make a meager attempt at clearing some of the rubbish out. How anyone could think this was an acceptable state to leave a temple in was beyond her. There also seems to be a small swarm of ants milling between the sticky spots immediately surrounding her. ]

Ah—Destroyer. It's good to see you up again.

[pummelgranite]

[ You know, she sticks with Destroyer mostly for edgeyness purposes these days, but somehow from her, it's clear how the title could be for respect. And she . . . brought cleaning supplies. ]

Galla? . . . hey.

[lastofthebog]

[ Part respect and part simply not having any other name for her yet. Though the odds of her sticking with the title even if she learns Persephone's name are in fact pretty high.

She turns back to the pile of discarded solo cups she's been scooping into a bag. ]

I thought you might appreciate not being left with quite such a large mess.

[pummelgranite]

Oh. Yeah, thanks.

[ There's so much crap . . . she's just kind of looking at it all, a bit intimidated, kind of wondering if she can miracle all of it out of here. ]

Do you have any extra bags?

[lastofthebog]

Oh, yes, plenty. They're just there.

[ She gestures to the stage where a box of yard trash bags are sitting on the very edge. ]

LETS CLUBBING

[pummelgranite]

[ Sorry did I say "36 hours napping" i mean 18 hours napping and then immediately back to partying. Today's club is a chic lil joint in De Chima. The one Woden liked to frequent until she'd used the VIP room to get him acquainted with Loki's daughter and her shiny new cigar cutter.

She likely came with a few friends, if not an entourage, and periodically she waves to security to let back someone she recognizes. She's a few drinks in by now, giggling and touchy, and even dancing a bit in her seat.

Also important was that the place now put pomegranate seeds in their jalapeno poppers. It was a nice club after all. ]