I've a feeling we're not in Athens anymore. [complete]
Character: Megara
Content: Meg arrives in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Greek comedy
Meg’s arrival put her in a sour mood. She was more prone to lash out when she felt she was handled improperly, especially by someone in the customer service industry who was clearly not doing their job correctly (and from a girl who’d worked at a Burger God for two years, that meant something).
Meg woke up with a headache and a grimace. Hades didn’t come to call often, but when he did the work could be exhaustive. She had spent the previous night acting as a lure for a client that simply had to have a minotaur in their labyrinth. Meg could understand the minotaur’s trepidation - who wanted to live in a giant maze for other peoples’ amusement? But the payoff had been big, even if the work had been frustrating. She was now living in a rather large villa in Thebes, the size she could never afford on her own. The size most people sold their souls for, but for Meg it was merely a perk.
That was probably why she was so upset not to wake up on the expensive divan she’d fallen asleep on. Instead she was surrounded by ice, with goosepimples piquing along her arms. Bewildered, she marched straight past the queue awaiting entry to the man allowing people in, who did not seem the least bit fazed by her rudeness.
“Hello and welcome to Paixao. Your name?” he said in an automatically pleasant voice.
“Megara,” she said shortly. “Now what in the name of Zeus am I doing here?”
“We’re so glad you’ve found your way to our glorious city,” he said, and then held out a small device.
Meg perked an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Hey, shortstop, did you hear me? What am I doing in your ‘glorious city’?”
His smile remained static. “Oh, you’re not in the city yet, Miss Megara. Please step through these gates to enter Paixao.” He then turned from her ever so slightly, and began addressing the next person in line.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she growled. “I’m from Thebes, where they teach you two things: if a stranger offers you ambrosia don’t get in his cart, and when someone asks you to do something, don’t.”
The argument remained one-sided, no matter many how many colorful names she came up for him or how many times she snapped her fingers in front of his face. Finally she resigned herself to going inside - maybe there was someone in there who was right in the head. It couldn’t be an entire city full of useless people. Then again, knowing Greece these days…
Content: Meg arrives in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Greek comedy
Meg’s arrival put her in a sour mood. She was more prone to lash out when she felt she was handled improperly, especially by someone in the customer service industry who was clearly not doing their job correctly (and from a girl who’d worked at a Burger God for two years, that meant something).
Meg woke up with a headache and a grimace. Hades didn’t come to call often, but when he did the work could be exhaustive. She had spent the previous night acting as a lure for a client that simply had to have a minotaur in their labyrinth. Meg could understand the minotaur’s trepidation - who wanted to live in a giant maze for other peoples’ amusement? But the payoff had been big, even if the work had been frustrating. She was now living in a rather large villa in Thebes, the size she could never afford on her own. The size most people sold their souls for, but for Meg it was merely a perk.
That was probably why she was so upset not to wake up on the expensive divan she’d fallen asleep on. Instead she was surrounded by ice, with goosepimples piquing along her arms. Bewildered, she marched straight past the queue awaiting entry to the man allowing people in, who did not seem the least bit fazed by her rudeness.
“Hello and welcome to Paixao. Your name?” he said in an automatically pleasant voice.
“Megara,” she said shortly. “Now what in the name of Zeus am I doing here?”
“We’re so glad you’ve found your way to our glorious city,” he said, and then held out a small device.
Meg perked an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Hey, shortstop, did you hear me? What am I doing in your ‘glorious city’?”
His smile remained static. “Oh, you’re not in the city yet, Miss Megara. Please step through these gates to enter Paixao.” He then turned from her ever so slightly, and began addressing the next person in line.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she growled. “I’m from Thebes, where they teach you two things: if a stranger offers you ambrosia don’t get in his cart, and when someone asks you to do something, don’t.”
The argument remained one-sided, no matter many how many colorful names she came up for him or how many times she snapped her fingers in front of his face. Finally she resigned herself to going inside - maybe there was someone in there who was right in the head. It couldn’t be an entire city full of useless people. Then again, knowing Greece these days…