[Pool Party.]

[lord_dorkness]

[two weeks earlier there was a conversation. It went something like this:

Meg, doll. A pool party. Nothing big-- it's not like I'm talking a bacchanal here. Clean this place up, put a guest list together -- nothing too audacious, just something that says hey. Hades has arrived. You know?

It's too late for a 'we're closed' sign.

What was that?

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[pizzapathic]

[hangin' out]

[lord_dorkness]

Hey, there. Tried the pool yet? Water's great.

[pizzapathic]

I'll keep that in mind.

So what's the occasion?

[lord_dorkness]

I saw to it myself.

Just a little getting to know you type thing.

[pizzapathic]

Oh? That's thoughtful.

[lord_dorkness]

I'm a pretty thoughtful god. So, happy there or can I offer you anything from the grill?

[Yes, he is wearing the requisite 'Kiss the Cook' apron.

[pizzapathic]

God, huh?

That would be nice, thank you.

[lord_dorkness]

One of many, it seems.

What'll it be?

[pizzapathic]

Really? You must just be the first I've met, then.

Whatever you've got.

[lord_dorkness]

Yeah, there's a few of us. I don't know what it says about this place that it needs 3 Death gods, but whatever.

Hmm -- you a cheeseburger type of girl?

[pizzapathic]

Three death gods? My, camp should be honored.

I'm an "anything" type of girl.

[lord_dorkness]

I like the way you phrased that.

Careful, people might take that literally.

[well, hey. How do you feel about a nice bit of steak?]

[pizzapathic]

[mmmm steak]

Thanks.