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[thylyreofwoe]

A muse, a muse, oh, you men, call to you a muse;
poets, writers, singers, and all who make the plea--
if knows your work despair, that blue and black of bruise...Hello Father, sister, siblings, and mortals... some mortals who I recognise, whose lives my words have touched, and many, many more that are foreign to me

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[afterthinking]

*HUGE POUNCE AND HUG* MELPOMENE!!!!!!! ^_______________^

Typist: ....

[thylyreofwoe]

Epimetheus. We've met before. *smiles and touches his face gently* Your spirits soar for one so touched.

Typist: *snickers*

[afterthinking]

^__________^ *pretends to understand most of what she said* Missed you!

Hey, hey, have you been visiting my brother at all? I know he said he was okay, and I'm not supposed to worry, but I was just wondering. You know. ^__^

Typist: heavy hearts indeed.

[thylyreofwoe]

*languid smile* You'd be one of the first, sweet one.

I've seen him, yes... though from your point of view, this may not be something desired...

Typist: <3

[lawof5]

Hiya Mel!

[thylyreofwoe]

*half-smile* Eris, my dear. Been troubling this place? I have many songs unsung...

[hadesking]

::Glower.::

[thylyreofwoe]

Lord Hades.

I have sung your wife to your arms.

[avenginggoddess]

Hello.

[thylyreofwoe]

*nods to Nemesis*

[winebearer]

Hey. Think I'm met you. Only once or twice though.

[thylyreofwoe]

You have indeed, my pretty one. So many of Father's beloved do...