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She nods and then pauses, thinking.

"I...I'm afriad I only remember what Calliope does.." She looks sheepish. See? she's a good girl.

Callie is Epic Poetry, then Cli, History, then Nia, Sacred Text, Tere, Music and Lyric Poetry (She's here as well), Corrie, Dance and Movement, then me. Then Mel and Lia, Tragedy and Comedy respectively, and Rai, the baby, Astronomy, Astrology, and Geometry. She's the one floating outside the window.

*She points to the figure outside the observation window, sitting on nothing, taking notes on a piece of parchment*

She glances out at and then back at her. "Guess none of you want to take credit for tabliods then"

She pauses "what is it you do again?"

Credit for tabloids goes to dear cousin Eris. Ask Tere about her sometime.

*She smiles, the pure sex smile*

Erotica and Love Poetry are my domain.

She blinks a little.

"I..I will" she seems a bit confused and then her brows raise up and she grins a little "Erotica and Love Poetry? god I'm sure those rabid internet fan girls are driving you nuts"

Rabid internet fan girls are a bet I lost to my half-brother Hermes. But, they are amusing occasionally...

"I can totally see that. The ones focused on Incest in the Harry Potter world? Total cosmic joke."

She grins at her and sips her drink.

My sisters and I are inadvertently responsible for many of the world's oddities. Reality TV was actually a joke between Lia and Mel gone horribly wrong...

"Oh see that was cruel. I mean survivor wasn't bad but really was big brother necessary?"

She gives her a shake of her head "we won't even touch the Bachelor."

They only meant it as a joke. They brought it up in a meeting as a laugh. It was not even slightly their fault that someone thought it was an actual idea. I mean really, who would believe that crap?

"Apparently most of America." She mentions dryly.

"Are we a joke? I mean really the crap that we buy..and sell for that matter..do you all just shake your heads and wonder what the hell happened?"

No. It's been happening all along. The citizens of Pompeii bought some of the stupidest junk...

Besides, we all have our little quirks, are we any better?

*It looks like a regular conversation. Except that the voice delivering it sounds like velvet on sensitive skin...*

Remarkably the voice isn't effecting her much, then again Jean-Claude does the voice thing too. There's the occasional shiver and blush but there's not a puddle of Vampire Executioner at her feet..yet.

"Really? somehow that's relieving. But then again look at Japan. Some of their stuff is unbelievable"

*Eri leans forward*

Until you've catered to the whims of the Pantheon, you don't know what unbelievable means...

Ok, shiver and a blush.

"Mmm? I'm sure..the older they are the weirder they are." She smiles. "In my experiance at least"

I wouldn't state that categorically, but I wouldn't disagree either...

She smiles a little and then finishes her drink. "I am glad I met you Eri." and she means it.

Likewise, lovely Anita.

*She raises Anita's hands to her lips*

Theres a bit of a shiver, something about Eri trickles down the senses, even if you don't..swing that way so to say.

A flush, and she clears her throat. "I..think I should be getting to sleep..but we'll have a drink some other time?"

Friends are a good thing.

But of course.

*She smiles easily*

(ooc: Thanks!)

"Great"

She smiles and pushes away.

*Eri watches her walk away and smiles...*

(ooc: Eri has no problem with that...She likes fixing boys...Teehee...Night!)