audio: Persephone

[threshes]

[This is the first day of actual fall and Persephone knows that, even though it's been decades since there was a proper fall where she's from. All day, Persephone's ears have been straining to hear the whistle of a train, the gravel deep tone of her husband's voice, the Fates singing in the back of her mind... something. But there ain't been anything but the mocking of the network's emptiness and the feeling of how the world turns when things start to die. For Persephone, it's been three seasons here. She'd come from Winter on the verge of Spring, and then there had been the Summer and now. Now this.

She's trying desperately not to let the same worry that her husband has consume her. Which is why, it's probably not a surprise that Persephone's been in the orchard since before dawn drinking. She's floating on a river of wine from before there was such a thing as humans, and Persephone has decided, as the setting of the sun, that drunkenly addressing the network is the smartest thing to do.]

He ain't ever been late before. Not once. Early loads of times, but he ain't ever been late.

[There's a hesitance, as if Persephone wants to say more, but then she just settles on:]

I hate this place.

Comments

audio; un: guerin

[guerin]

[ So, the username might be a hint but even for an alien in a place like this, the actual greek goddess being the one addressing the network seems absurd to say the least. ]

What the hell are you talking about?

Re: audio; un: guerin

[threshes]

Don't test me, mortal. I ain't got the patience for it.

[guerin]

So, asking a question is testing you?

[threshes]

If it's a stupid one, yes!

[guerin]

That's a very subjective thing.

Audio

[wakemelater]

[Of course he knows Persephone, but this doesn't sound like the Persephone he knows. He could be wrong. Gods can look and sound however they want. Or maybe this is just a mortal and he was overthinking things. Hard to tell when all he has to go on is a voice.

One way to find out.]

Who's late?

[threshes]

My husband Hades.

[wakemelater]

[Well damn. It was her.]

Is Fa... Um, Is he here?

[Will didn't mention Hades. That would have been a serious oversight.]

[threshes]

What?

[Persephone's a little drunk, because well everything, but she ain't that drunk.]

[wakemelater]

[Persephone, drinking... Though if his mother were Demeter, he'd never put down the bottle.

Sigh.]

Father. Hades. Is he here?

audio

[wasinnocent]

He who?

[threshes]

My husband Hades.

[wasinnocent]

You think he's just gonna show up here?

[threshes]

I think it ain't right that he can't.

[wasinnocent]

Feels like there's a lot about this place that isn't right. But what are you gonna do about it?

audio; un: TheFunOne

[itsnothingpersonal]

This is the longest you two have been apart, isn't it?

[threshes]

Sure is.

[Especially in the latest period with them.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

You must miss him.

[That and it must put into stark relief just how different and separate this place is.]

[threshes]

Every damn minute of every damn day.

[itsnothingpersonal]

Ah. [He Frowns, because what does one do with this information?] I'm sorry. It does get better. [Doesn't it? It should...]

Text

[unknownmoirai]

[She's locked herself in her room after everything that had happened with her sister but she cannot just ignore her friend's sadness. So she sends a text, masking her own sadness in order to offer some small measure of comfort.]

I am sorry.

Is there anything I can do to help?

[threshes]

Nah. There ain't nothing to be done. You okay, sister? You ain't normally one for texting.

[unknownmoirai]

I do not want to worry anyone but I will be alright. I am a bit tired. A lot has happened.

Are you sure I cannot do anything to help? You've been so kind to me. I'd like to be able to help in some way if I can.

[threshes]

Ain't really nothing anyone can do but to send me home and that isn't likely to happen.

What happened with you, honey?

[unknownmoirai]

I guess not.
I'd send you home if it was within my power.

[There is a long pause before another text comes through.]

My sister arrived here for a little bit. She wasn't happy with me.