multipup post!

[song_tra_bong]

When Mary Anne takes a seat at the bar, she is presented with a glass of tequila and a book entitled The Care and Keeping of Exotic Plants. She can't help laughing and pages through the table of contents while she sips her drink.

Artemis, on the other hand, is sprawled on one of the couches. It's autumn now, with Kore gone to be Persephone and

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[dangerousbotany]

An exotic plant eyes Mary Anne's book.

"Botany?"

She doesn't have a drink, but she does have vines and flowers curling over her wrists and ankles and weaving their way through her bright red hair. Despite this nymphy sort of look, her expression betrays only plain, human curiosity.

[song_tra_bong]

"Something like that."

Mary Anne does her best not to stare.

"A friend of mine was turned into a tree. This is Bar's commentary on the situation, I guess."

[dangerousbotany]

Ivy brightens in recognition.

"I've seen him," she says, taking one step and then two closer to the Bar.

A small, rapturous smile.

"He's interesting."

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne grins back.

"That's certainly one word for him."

[makesthings]

(OOC: Dem is off on vacation in my head after the Ramon crazy so have a Sameth.)

Sameth is also at the Bar, he's got everything he needs to go back, his sword and he's wearing his royal surcoat, but he just keeps staring at the door.

This should be easy, he can go home but nothing will have changed though he will have his workshop and what if his door doesn't return.

Mary Anne's laughing is distracting which is sort of a good thing and he looks over,

"What's so funny?"

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: hi, Sameth!]

She looks over, grinning.

"Bar's idea of a joke."

She holds up the book. "Friend of mine got turned into a tree," she adds, by way of explanation.

[makesthings]

"How? I don't think I've ever heard of a kind of magic that could do that?"

He moves over since he wants to know how that's possible.

[song_tra_bong]

She runs a finger around the rim of her glass.

"He pissed off a goddess, was the explanation I heard."

[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin spots Mary Anne and makes his way to the bar.

She might now have an arm around her waist and a husband nuzzling her neck.

"Hey, Legs," he murmurs, nipping.

[song_tra_bong]

She leans back against him.

"Hey yourself." She tilts her head, exposing more of her neck.

[ruinous_fortune]

He's always had a soft spot for her throat.

Which he exhibits by biting gently up to her ear, where he tugs at the lobe a moment. Ruin looks over her shoulder at the book.

"Planning to take up gardening?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Not if I don't have to."

She hums. "Goddess turned Ramon into a tree."

[creator_raven]

There is a very loud thump to Mary Anne's left.

Raven is heavy.

New bodies are like that.

Then he tilts his head, peering at her book.

"That, I think, is not so much like comedy."

Is it?

[song_tra_bong]

"Not unless you know the context of the joke."

She grins. "It's good to see you."

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

Smugly.

"Possibly streamers are also useful. And glitter. For the plants."

He is not shifty at all.

"I do not think I was gone so long. But possibly time is also a tricky thing. So."

Or possibly Mary Anne was gone a long time, too. Who can say?

[song_tra_bong]

"Much prettier than compost."

Certainly not shifty.

"Not so long," she agrees.

Time is tricky for both of them, on occasion. Still, they are both here now.

"But you were a little...cursed when I saw you last."

[mycursedface]

Artemis also has a cousin. A sleepy, bedhead cousin who would like a couch. Yes, that couch. The couch that Artemis has claimed. Medusa has more in common with the cats than one might suppose.

(then again, one should always keep in mind that the god who created the animals knows the Gorgon girls very, very well)

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis's keen sense of the natural world alerts her to predators.

By which we mean, she cracks her eyes a little further open and stretches her feet out a little further.

[mycursedface]

The thing about feet is that they can be tickled. When they are tickled, they can move away from the tickling, thus making room at the end of the couch.

Yes.

Medusa's cunning plan is cunning.

[untiedtheknots]

Cunning indeed.

Artemis tugs her feet up closer to her body, but very reluctantly.

At least she has hard cider to sooth her wounds.