[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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[pummelgranite]

[ This is a much better topic than ending the world via god murder. she looks him over though. ]


What kind of eighty-year-old teenager are you?

[abandon_hope]

I don't like crowds. Or hanging out with lots of people.

[ A pause. ]

I used to play this collectible card game when I was a kid.

[ Which would explain the lack of sex. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ IF BAPHOMET CAN GET LAID THEN ANY NERD CAN ]


Card game?

[abandon_hope]

Yeah. Called Mythomagic. Before I knew I was a half-blood, anyway. It had all the Greek heroes and gods, and you fought against each other.

[pummelgranite]

Oh, so like nerd stuff.


[ A matter of fact diagnosis rather than any actual dismissivness ]

[abandon_hope]

... Yeah. Well. I know it was stupid.

[pummelgranite]

Didn't say that.

[abandon_hope]

Nerd stuff is usually stupid.

[pummelgranite]

Lots of stuff is stupid. If you like it, you like it.

[abandon_hope]

Yeah, well. Not any more. My sister got killed trying to bring me back one of the figures.

[pummelgranite]

. . . sorry.

[abandon_hope]

It was a while ago.

[pummelgranite]

That help?

[abandon_hope]

... It's not worse.

[pummelgranite]

[ boy this sure is an interesting cigarette ]

[abandon_hope]

I tried to help her. When the gates to the Underworld were open, I went to pull her out.

She'd already moved on without me.

[pummelgranite]

Was she- . . . was that- . . .


[ she ducks into her hoodie, unable to finish the question ]

[abandon_hope]

[ He just shrugs, awkwardly. ]

... how's the phone?

[pummelgranite]

Shit- yeah, sorry. Hold on.


[ She wipes her eyes as surreptitiously as she can and taps for just a few more seconds before passing it back. ]


Hold down on what you want it to read for a few seconds, or hit that button when you want it to listen to you talk.

[abandon_hope]

[ Is she - no, that's not possible. Persephone is too cool to cry. ]

And it'll do it verbally? No reading?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. Should be. Give it a try.

[abandon_hope]

Uh - hello?

[ He taps at his phone. After a moment, the word "hello" appears on the screen. ]

-- It worked.

[pummelgranite]

[ tap tap tap on her own phone, then the text comes through: ]

Dearest Nico, this missive was concocted with a variety of superfluous verbage. Therefore parsing it will be an adequate demonstration of your telephone's prowess.

[abandon_hope]

[ Oh god. His head swims just trying to make the letters stay in the right place ... he's glad to test out the new feature. ]

-- It works. And you sound like a pompous jerk.

[pummelgranite]

Ye verily.