double rainbow all the way across the sky [Party Post]

[smithnjones]

[OOC: I'm sorry for the delay! I had an unexpected baseball game to attend for work. Don't ask. This is a PARTY POST. Feel free to make up booths that are there and thread-jack to your heart's content, tag characters multiple times, post characters in a couple times at different moments throughout the fair, feel free to assume that your character

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[thehighestwing]

Phoebe would actually disagree. Regardless of what Medusa is doing, there is always an air of dignity and power surrounding her. It's something that genuinely fascinates Phoebe. She'll look harmless no matter what she does and how strong her angel abilities make her.

Medusa looks like someone worthy of respect no matter what. It's admirable! "I'm very happy you're alive, too. In Chicago that's something that's worthy of celebration, true fact."

Phoebe shuffles her feet from side to side. There's too much boundless energy in such a tiny girl. It needs to manifest in some way. "As long as you're back! You have been missed. The Rift sometimes does that, suspends people in like time capsules, I guess? I never know what to expect of it anymore."

She considers this, wrinkling her nose. She is wary of this whole thing. "The only way I'm throwing a pie at you is if then you can throw a pie at me! You'll see it's more fun that way when you're...at the other end. Deal?"

Phoebe wiggles the pie Medusa's way, like that'd be tempting.

That's not tempting, Phoebe. The Greek mythological creature is inwardly weeping.

[neveravictim04]

Oh, Medusa would be so glad to actually hear that. She feels the least fearsome she has ever felt - she didn't know she could feel this way. So ... embarrassed.

Medusa manages a bit of a more genuine smile. "Yes. And that is why we are here, are we not?" She just as quickly loses the smile, thinking of Martha. "I heard that many died, and was worried I would not see you again."

Medusa looks at Phoebe's offer a little ... well, suspiciously would be the best word to describe it. "Did you volunteer at this booth as well?"

Medusa is making no such deal unless she knows all the repercussions of such a thing.

There will be no pie-throwing at an innocent girl.

Yeah, it's ... it's just not that tempting, Phoebe. But kudos for trying. Kudos.

[thehighestwing]

Trust, Medusa, you are still badass in Phoebe's eyes! Pie booth or no pie booth.

Her own smile fades, shifts into something surprisingly understated and simple in its sadness. It's surprising for someone like Phoebe, who is always so exuberant with her emotions. "Yeah, many did. It was...it was really ugly. I can't remember a time it got so bad, except maybe the plagues. Lots of folks just...never came back."

She's thinking of Tomei and Martin and Original Buffy and if she thinks even far back, there was Peter and Metis and Bean and...so many people she'll never see again.

It makes her chest hurt.

Did you volunteer at this booth as well?

"Sure did!" She winces the slightest bit. She manages to hide it somewhat, since she does have practice with little white lies. "So, what do you say?"

Phoebe you liar. >>

[neveravictim04]

Medusa preens. Well, she would. If she knew. The narration will tell her.

Medusa frowns rather imposingly. But it is not directed at Phoebe - rather, at Chicago at large. "I have been here such a short time and there has been Plagues and now - " Medusa pauses, realizing she has never quite gotten the whole story. "Forgive me, but what exactly happened here while I was gone?"

And yes, she's saying this with her head sticking out a cardboard hole. The narration facepalms.

Medusa sighs. If Phoebe has volunteered, then it is all well with her. Just - it somehow feels wrong. Wrong in a way that shoving a sword into an enemy's body has never felt, and Medusa is not quite sure what to do with the emotion.

"I will agree." Medusa squinches up her face, as if to say please get it over with quickly. "You will pie me now, and I will pie you on your shift."

her pants are on fire :x

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe sobers up at the question. She doesn't take Medusa's frown personally, and her own face is pulled into a frown, and something else that's a companion to pain. "The Conrad was destroyed. There was nothing left of it and everyone had to move into the Kashtta Tower. Before that, there was a Rift pulse that took a lot of people. Some disappeared. Some were taken back home. Some just died."

It was hard on them. On everyone. To wake up one morning and see so much emptiness where the closeness of a body once lived.

She wonders, in the end, if that's what true loneliness is. It's waking up to an empty bed and the telltale signs that once a body existed beside you and now it is no longer yours.

Far be it for Phoebe to linger on badness. She brightens up at Medusa's sigh, the way she scrunches her face up, and giggles. "Okay! Prepare for pie!"

Phoebe throws it quickly, and not with a lot of strength. Or, not with the strength she could, considering she's an angel. At least it's really yummy pie with yummy frosting, Medusa?