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[wheatencrown]

Summer thunderstorms bring rain and Demeter enters with her feet muddy and her hair and dress wet. They're one of the few things that her brother Zeus ever got right.

When she sees Milliways, she smiles as its been too long before leaving a trail of muddy footprints to the outside. The storm doesn't follow her but as she sits in the garden in the fading light, there are a few more clouds on the horizon.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is huddled in an armchair reading when the distinct scent of rain and earth fills his nostrils. He looks up in time to see a beautiful woman crossing the room with grace and poise. She is enchanting, and so he puts his book down and follows her muddy footprints outside.

The evening is warm and humid, perfect storm weather. Emcee would rather be inside, but he can't help watching where the woman goes. Instead of following her to the garden, though, he walks along the part of the porch that overlooks it.

He feels as if he's seen her before.

"Guten Abend, Fraulein," he greets her, his voice carrying a little dully on the thick, warm air, as he leans on his arms on the railing.

[ooc: Placeholder because brain melty. Will be back soon!]

[wheatencrown]

(OOC: I hope your brain feels better. *sends cool drinks* And it seems like they must have met some time, so hand waves.)

She turns at his voice and beams at him, answering in an accent that's complicated, there's Greek and French mixed up in it.

His face is familiar and its nice to see him relaxed, "Good evening, its beautiful out here."

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles charmingly.

"Yes, it is, though it's a bit too hot for my taste. Still, warm weather has its advantages in that less clothing is becomes more practical."

He's only wearing a white sleeveless undershirt for a top.

"Or wet clothing, in your case."


[ooc: They've only met at his New Year's Eve party, but she was older, so it's just a familiar feeling.]

[wheatencrown]

(OOC: Thank you for the context, I figured she was older but couldn't remember the other details. Long, hot day here.)

Demeter looks him over with an approving glance, he seems comfortable in his skin, her dress is linen and light with nothing underneath,

"Yes, for now this is lovely but soon I'll want some warmth and wine and bread. I love a proper storm when the world feels made anew."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee raises his eyes to the darkening sky, and there may be a faint rumble or two in the distance.

"Ah, the oncoming storm," he says. "That will certainly lift the heat."

Getting caught in the rain in Berlin is not particularly a joyous thing. But this woman might change his mind about that here.

He keeps looking her over with a curious gaze as if trying to place her.

"I'm sorry," he half-chuckles, still smiling, "but have we met?"

[wheatencrown]

"Yes and the ground will welcome it. We did, at New Year's, you put on a wonderful party. One of the best, Dionysus would have enjoyed himself,"

Which is the highest praise that she gives for parties.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee met many people at the party, but name-dropping Dionysus is a big clue. A very big giveaway indeed.

"...Demeter?" he says with a gasp, a bright smile parting his lips, and he laughs, just as brightly. "I am so honored to finally meet your summer self, dear lady."

[wheatencrown]

"Come sit with me. Its not going to rain on you, not yet. Its wonderful to see you again," She gestures him over with a laugh.

[i_am_your_host]

The invitation to sit with her overrides any qualms of being rained on.

"I would be delighted to."

So he hops down the porch stairs and makes his way through the garden, picking his way down a path lined with growing things that somehow smell much sweeter and green than he expected.

[wheatencrown]

"Good, now tell me about your year. Has it been as you want it to be?"

When he's close enough, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek, tucking a pink zinnia behind his ear.

[i_am_your_host]

He sits beside her and chuckles a little at the kiss and the flower.

"Oh, well, you know," he sighs with a fainter smile, tipping his head from side to side. "It's had its ups and downs as much as any start of a year could bear. I don't think anyone could truly say that anything goes exactly the way they want."

[wheatencrown]

"No, it would be strange if that did happen. A lot can be changed but not always enough."

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes," he murmurs, leaning back on his hands. "And I seem to be caught in one of those unfortunate fixed points in history, as I've heard it called. Something so large-scale that it happens in multiple worlds -- some with slightly different outcomes, others with different circumstances involved, but still too similar, too unchangeable, and too inevitable."

[wheatencrown]

"Ah, yes, the Fates have created far too many awful points like that," She reaches out and offers him her hand.

[i_am_your_host]

He takes her hand and holds it in his lap, running the pad of his thumb over the backs of her fingers.

"I know I cannot do anything about it. But...thanks to Milliways, I now have a way to outrun it."

But he still doesn't sound too happy.

[wheatencrown]

"That's something but we're not all made for running."

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, I'm not made for fighting," he says wryly.

"But I don't want to run if I can't save my friends as well."

[shes_so_fetch]

A woman walks into the garden, clad in a 1996 Olympics t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a bright paisley skirt, and cheap flip-flops.

"We don't get rain like this where I live," she says. "In the Summerlands, sure, if that's your thing, but at home it's all fog."

Fog has it's uses. Good for snooping around, if you're Toby. Concealing secrets.

Thunderstorms are anything but secretive.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter loves all the colors she's wearing, "Summerlands, I don't think I know those lands and I thought I knew them all. I'm Demeter."

Perhaps if she's closer, she'll get a better sense of the land this woman knows.

[shes_so_fetch]

"The Summerlands are one of the Fae realms," May explains. The last they have access to, she leaves out.

"But I live in San Francisco."

A magical city, for quite different reasons.

"I'm May Day," she says, smiling. "Fae."

[wheatencrown]

"Fae, I don't think you're in my world. Demeter, goddess, come sit," She gestures to a seat near her.

[shes_so_fetch]

"You never know," says May, taking the seat Demeter offered. "We try not to advertise our presence."

Like right now, May had been out and about in the city, so her features are still disguised, complete with smoothly curved ears and less angular cheekbones.

"But I've never met a goddess in my world."

[wheatencrown]

"True, my family and I are good at hiding ourselves, we've been doing it for a long time. Mortals don't always know what to do with us. We might not be in your world. I've found some we're in but not everyone,"

Its strange and at times rather disorienting to her.

[shes_so_fetch]

"Where I come from, humans revere so many different gods. I honestly have never learned all of them," says May.

"Are there many of you, in your family?"

She pushes back a wet lock of hair, subtly removing her human disguise at the same time.

[wheatencrown]

When the disguise is removed, Demeter takes a closer look at May, releasing some of her human guise. Her shape is still human but her divinity and power come through with the smell of summer and ripeness,

"Far too many. My brothers have never been good at staying with just one person."