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[When Zoe finds her way to the dance studio, she'll find a masked figure seated on the floor with the gift of the rose in a beautiful pink crystal vase and the brownies plated and in front of them. The figure perks up upon seeing Zoe, and though their face is shielded the tone is bright and perky.]
These are so cute...thank you! Come sit!
[They're pretty excited to get to know one of their followers, it seems.]
These are so cute...thank you! Come sit!
[They're pretty excited to get to know one of their followers, it seems.]
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[She offers a smile as she approaches, doing just as the figure instructs.]
Thanks. I thought it'd be fitting, so... I hope they're good.
[More importantly, though, as she shifts so she's sitting cross legged:]
I figured I should meet you, since we're together in this and everything.
Thanks. I thought it'd be fitting, so... I hope they're good.
[More importantly, though, as she shifts so she's sitting cross legged:]
I figured I should meet you, since we're together in this and everything.
[That downtrodden feeling doesn't just belong to Love, given the look on Zoe's face when she enters in.]
I was defending the person who killed my friend until, like, less than an hour before everything stopped. And I tried to do what you said, but I didn't lead anything.
[She takes a deep breath in, though, running a hand through her hair.]
I was defending the person who killed my friend until, like, less than an hour before everything stopped. And I tried to do what you said, but I didn't lead anything.
[She takes a deep breath in, though, running a hand through her hair.]
[Zoe will find Disorder at the pool, concealing clothing pulled up just enough so she can have her feet in the water as she sits on its edge, high-heeled shoes sitting beside her. She twists around to fix her masked gaze on her visitor, and there's a smile in her voice.]
Hi, there. I rarely get visitors, so I was kind of surprised to hear from anyone--what's up?
Hi, there. I rarely get visitors, so I was kind of surprised to hear from anyone--what's up?
[As she comes in the pool, she's surprised to see all the pink - that's not what she imagined a god of disorder would wear. Still, she takes a seat by the edge of the pool next to her, shifting so she's crosslegged.]
I thought it'd be a good idea to meet all of you at least once. I can come back more, if you want... Sorry you don't get many visitors.
I thought it'd be a good idea to meet all of you at least once. I can come back more, if you want... Sorry you don't get many visitors.
[When Zoe enters the parlor, she'll hear the same song that's led her here. As she enters she'll find Beauty seated at the piano bench, fingers smoothly pressing over the keys. There's a table set up nearby with tea and snacks, and the moment she enters Beauty brings the song to an appropriate pause as they turn to extend a hand toward her.]
Murphy-chan...welcome.
Murphy-chan...welcome.
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[When Zoe enters the hall of mirrors, she'll find a cloaked masked figure standing in front of a pane of glass, red marker in-hand and doodling what look like little devil horns that would appear at head-height for an average female. The figure is lanky and y'all and also not wearing shoes.]
Zoe! [The voice is very obviously male but welcoming even if they don't look away from their art.] What's your favorite color?
Zoe! [The voice is very obviously male but welcoming even if they don't look away from their art.] What's your favorite color?
[This place always makes her antsy, but she tries to set that aside as she enters in, heading towards the god as she looks around. The question he asks, though, leaves her with a moment of surprise.]
My favorite color? Um... Purple, I guess. What are you doing?
My favorite color? Um... Purple, I guess. What are you doing?
[The difference from the other requests she's made startles her, but she puts on a smile regardless, lifting a hand in greeting.]
I just wanted to take a second to meet you. I've heard things other people have said about you, but that's not the same thing at all.
I just wanted to take a second to meet you. I've heard things other people have said about you, but that's not the same thing at all.
[Ambition waves Zoe into the beauty salon. The god is seated at a table with an array of nail polish in front of them, and there is an empty seat across the table.]
I'm not really in a position to be picky. So, come in. What color do you like for your nails?
I'm not really in a position to be picky. So, come in. What color do you like for your nails?
[When Zoe arrives at the pool, he's perched above the waterfall like the absolute gremlin he is, twirling her offering in his hand. Is he drunk? Is some of that wine already gone? Judging by the sloshing sound...probably! But anyway, he points the bottle her way.]
Good eye! Really picked a nice year. Not that Beauty keeps anything cheap, but if it had been cheap, you wouldn't have gotten a response. You know, everyone keeps getting me booze. It's the weirdest thing. Like, take me out to dinner first before you try and get me tipsy and vulnerable, am I right? But then, what good is being a god if you can't get day drunk?
[Cool.]
Good eye! Really picked a nice year. Not that Beauty keeps anything cheap, but if it had been cheap, you wouldn't have gotten a response. You know, everyone keeps getting me booze. It's the weirdest thing. Like, take me out to dinner first before you try and get me tipsy and vulnerable, am I right? But then, what good is being a god if you can't get day drunk?
[Cool.]
You know, normally I'd require a more ambitious offering.
[...but she's here anyway, drumming her fingers on the surface of a manicure table in the beauty salon.]
But you sounded desperate. So go ahead, sit down.
[That's Ambition-speak for "I'm worried about you"... maybe.]
[...but she's here anyway, drumming her fingers on the surface of a manicure table in the beauty salon.]
But you sounded desperate. So go ahead, sit down.
[That's Ambition-speak for "I'm worried about you"... maybe.]
[Back in the studio today, Zoe will hear that the actual version of the song will be playing softly from the stereo. Love's seated on what looks like a large pillow because she's getting tired of hauling chairs around. There's one for Zoe, too.]
Everything okay?
Everything okay?
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