[TEXT] Three (Cheers for Sweet Revenge)

[pummelgranite]

[ By now the videos of Persephone's spontaneous debut and the party it incited have been making the rounds on social media to deeply polarized reviews, from "listening to her song cleared my sinuses, watered my crops, and touched up my roots, made me a lesbian. life changing 12/10 would lose my shit again." to "Literally a hoax. I went and she wasn't even singing. BULLSHIT IMPORT BRAINWASHING" to rumors that it was all a distraction to cover up a robbery, or start a cult, or ruin the ethics of music journalism.

But it's hard not to be at least a little charmed by a confused crowd losing their minds with delight at a row of dancing skeleton backup dancers. What's more it's hard not to deny that it's a catchy fucking song, fo all that the lyrics are gibberish. The fandom call for more was loud. ]



So, someone gonna book me for a real gig and get a cut, or will I just be charging the adoring public to come get shitfaced in a hole in the woods with me? Either way works for me.

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[abandon_hope]

[ Oh god why text. Nico tries to text back just because she's cool and she's doing it he wants to try. ]

we do ned sceurity

i thohgt you were aksiing

[pummelgranite]

[ ALL KIDS TYPE LIKE THAT. Right? She's pretty sure. ]


I'm working on it. Venue would have security already.

[abandon_hope]

[ His replies are pokey. Mostly because he has to stop and really think about what he's reading. ]

oh

do we haev a veneu

[pummelgranite]

Dorian Grey's hooking us up. Come see the rabbit bones.

[abandon_hope]

ok

brb

[abandon_hope]

[ And soon enough, Nico emerges from the shadows of their Underground lair. A little pale and tired as he alway is after a shadow travel. ]

Who's Dorian Gray?

[pummelgranite]

He's this famous immortal wino that banged Oscar Wilde. There's a book.


... you OK?

[abandon_hope]

... Oh. If it's a book I haven't read it.

[ He goes to sit down on one of her vines. Which immediately wilts, sorry Perci. ]

I'm fine. Just drained.

[pummelgranite]

[ Forgiven because they look cool when dead. ]


. . . is there a way to make it easier?

[abandon_hope]

To ... read? Not really. I'm hardwired for Greek, and I'm Italian, so English is my ... third language.

[pummelgranite]

I meant the shadows. But holy shit.

[abandon_hope]

[ Well, dammit. He could have done without exposing that part. He flushes slightly. ]

Oh. No. It takes energy one way or another. I'm getting it back now.

[ He gestures down at the dead vine. ]

[pummelgranite]

Oh, cool. Help yourself.


. . . is that why your texts suck?

[abandon_hope]

Yeah. Uh, we're all dyslexic. Some more than others.

[pummelgranite]

. . .


Wait. So all dyslexic kids are part god?

[abandon_hope]

More the Greeks than the Romans. And not every dyslexic kid.

[pummelgranite]

Oh.



Gimme your phone.

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico hands it over, confused. ]

What are you going to do?

[pummelgranite]

I'm turning on your text-to-speech 'cause you're like grampa-old and don't know what Siri is.

[abandon_hope]

Who's - nevermind. That's an option?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[ TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP ]

[abandon_hope]

[ He leans over to watch curiously. ]

Can it read things out loud too?

[pummelgranite]

Yeah, hold a minute. I'll get that too.

[abandon_hope]

... Thank you. I didn't even realize.

[ He looks kind of shy and awkward about it. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ How do.... comfort........... ]


's fine.