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?

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?

audio

[wasinnocent]

He who?

[threshes]

If it's a stupid one, yes!

[threshes]

My husband Hades.

[guerin]

That's a very subjective thing.

[threshes]

My husband Hades.

[threshes]

Clearly. Cause boy ya ain't smart seems like.

Ain't got no sense with the way ya keep pushing at a goddess.

[guerin]

[ Michael's actually a genius he just has no self-preservation at all. ]

I'm just saying. Do you seriously think this place adheres to your ancient world rules?

[wakemelater]

[Well damn. It was her.]

Is Fa... Um, Is he here?

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

[wasinnocent]

You think he's just gonna show up here?

audio; un: TheFunOne

[itsnothingpersonal]

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

[threshes]

Do you think that I give a damn what the hell you think?

[threshes]

What?

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

[threshes]

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

[threshes]

Sure is.

[Especially in the latest period with them.]

[guerin]

So, why are you talking on the network?

[wakemelater]

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

Sigh.]

Father. Hades. Is he here?

[threshes]

Because there are other people I do wanna talk to.

[threshes]

The hells are you talking about?

[Oh, that may be anger that may or may not have fucked up the planet where she's from.]

And no he ain't here. If he were than why would I be makin' this?

[wasinnocent]

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

[wakemelater]

You didn't give a whole lot of context.

[Now anger - that he's familiar with.]

I just needed to know if I should be on the look-out. Won't bother you again.

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?