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milliways_bar2014-02-13 10:37 pm
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Melpomene, ageless (or maybe late 30s, if you didn't know any better), stone-faced, clatters into the bar in muddy boots and a drenched peacoat.
She's bewildered, at first - why here, now, when there's so much to be done? - but quickly finds her way to an armchair by the fire. You can find her there shortly, rubbing her cold hands together and drying the coat on the back of her chair.
All this scene needs is an interlocutor. (That's your cue.)
She's bewildered, at first - why here, now, when there's so much to be done? - but quickly finds her way to an armchair by the fire. You can find her there shortly, rubbing her cold hands together and drying the coat on the back of her chair.
All this scene needs is an interlocutor. (That's your cue.)
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"No, that's not necessary."
She smiles tightly. "These things happen. The world continues turning."
... and if there's anyone who knows about such things, it's Melpomene.
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She purses her lips, and shakes her head slightly.
"There's nothin' wrong with wantin' t'see him. Whether Muses are really so different from the rest of us or not, the heart wants what it wants, an' there ain't no shame in that."
The waitrat comes back with a bottle this time. Good bourbon whiskey.
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That about summarizes the human experience, in her opinion.
(And it's eerie, sometimes, how human the gods can be.)
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"I ain't arguin' with you there. But the fact that you've got one don't make you weak."
Kate's intimate with that feeling. She'd rather Mel not have to bottle it all inside if she can help it.
That, itself, is like poison.
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"Thanks for saying so."
She flashes a smile - a real one, this time - and refills the glasses, pushing one towards Kate this time.
"You're one of the few people around here who knows I've actually got a heart at all, I think."
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"I'll never tell."
She winks, breathing a laugh into her glass as she gladly helps herself.
"If y'can't depend on somebody who's been there before, who can you depend on?"
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Melpomene lifts her glass. "Cheers to that."