we served a purpose, like a bloody circus;

[ladyfair]

Bam! You're dead.

Well, it might not have happened with a bam or a bang--maybe just a whimper. Afterwards, some psychopomp or another grabbed your hand and led you here, to this awkward waiting room on the astral plane.

There's stale coffee and some mediocre donuts. The chairs are moderately comfortable, and the paintings on the wall are pretty but somewhat unsettling.

Every so often one of the gods' messengers shows up and fetches someone to take them to their proper place in the afterlife.

It's kind of boring.

Comments

[pummelgranite]

The singer's name was Oliver, smart ass.

[ladyfair]

[ He tips his head back for a second, looking almost surprised, a little pleased.

His words, however, are slightly sardonic. ]

Do I sound like a singer to you?

[ His voice is perpetually breathless, almost a whisper. ]

Here.

[ He holds out his free hand to her. ]

[pummelgranite]

I didn't mean- [ She huffs instead of finishing her thought, and then looks at his hand. ]


What, already?

[ladyfair]

[ He raises a brow. ]

Oh, no. We have no idea what to do with you. But it breaks my heart to see you just sitting there, so would you like to come to our mother's temple for now?

[ His breathless little voice is light and almost cautious. He isn't telling the full story here, certainly, but there's no tell of an actual lie on his face or in his tone. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ Interesting. She'd spent quite a while wrapped up in how little she knew, about divinity or death, that the idea that even the powers-that-be were out of the loop caught her attention the way stale donut simply had failed to do.

There's 90 years until she goes on stage again. If she goes on stage again. Either way she has some time to-


. . . well . . . ]

Yer mum have a liquor cabinet?

[ladyfair]

She's married to the god of the vine.

[ A beat. ]

Or, well, he fathered some of her children anyway.

[ He shrugs. ]

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh . . .


[ It comes out sounding like she doesn't believe him, but also doesn't care that she doesn't believe. Her hand finds his anyway. ]

[ladyfair]

[ He gives her an encouraging smile and gestures with the caduceus. ]

Let's go.

[ The functionary he was talking to a minute ago opens the door, and he leads her towards it. ]

Do you remember your name? Not everybody--

[ He falls silent and watches her. ]

[pummelgranite]

Eurydice.

[ The lie is out of her mouth before she realizes its coming. Shit. Well, nothing to do but play it cool. She stands (coolly), and places her pastry aside (coolly), and heads towards the door (at maximum cool). ]

[ladyfair]

Oh, that's nice, I think that's one of the goddess's names too. I forget which aspect she uses it under, though. Honestly! Gods--I can't sort them out even now, and I've been here a while.

[ He chatters amiably at her, but pauses before the door. ]

I'm called Juliet.

[pummelgranite]

Juliet . . . sure.

[ Well she's going right through unless he's stopping her :T ]

[ladyfair]

[ He doesn't, but he makes a small worried noise and steps out after her. ]

You might want to--

[ Oops, welcome to

T H E V O I D

It turns out the waiting room was on the dark side of the moon, and now they're both hanging out on a teeny tiny platform made of stardust somewhere above it. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ This Is Fine ]

Might want to what?

[ladyfair]

...brace yourself, dear...

[ He looks at her in concern for a moment, then just sighs, murmurs something under his breath that sounds like a chant, and gestures with the caduceus. ]

There.

[ A narrow path spirals out from the platform through the vastness of space, leading towards the sun. ]

We're going to our next-door neighbor. Isn't that nice?

[pummelgranite]

[ This is fine this is fine. She's already died, what the fuck is there to even worry about except that maybe she will ACTUALLY never get a drink. ]

The sun?

[ladyfair]

Oh, don't panic like that. Venus. We're going to Venus--where did you think Aphrodite's temple was?

[pummelgranite]

'm not panicked.

[ She fishes in her pockets for the crumpled pack of smokes she'd kept safely hidden in the waiting room. None of this is remotely what she'd expected, but that's fine. She's fine. She's not worried. She got everything she ever wanted and she's fine.

Time to see if her lighter works without oxygen. ]

[ladyfair]

[ The cigarettes are now tiny wands, and when she lights one it becomes a torch.

Juliet glances back at her as he starts on the path. ]

Oh, things tend to transform when you die, I'm afraid.

[ He reaches into a pocket and comes out with a package of actual cigarettes, although their design is oddly alien. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ She catches them, and clicks her fingers to light. ]

No shit.

[ladyfair]

[ He watches her thoughtfully for a moment before continuing on the path. Fortunately they seem to be moving along it pretty fast considering it's the blackness of space and they're just walking.

Astral plane logic. ]

Nice trick.

[pummelgranite]

Was worried it wouldn't work without oxygen.

[ That IS good to see. She remains fairly nonplussed about all this cosmic wonder. That much, at least, seems a lot more appropriate than a waiting room. She tosses the pack back to him. ]

[ladyfair]

This is the cosmic sea. There's plenty of--well, whatever counts for oxygen around here.

[ He shrugs. ]

I'm not a scientist.

[pummelgranite]

Cool.

[ To cosmic sea or to him not being a scientist WHO KNOWS. ]

So since when does Aphrodite collect the dead? Bump off Hades while the wife was out or what?

[ladyfair]

Oh, gods collect whatever souls are of interest to them.

[ They're about halfway between Earth and Venus now, and he continues to walk unconcerned along the narrow path through space. ]

Or whatever souls prayed to them before death. What were you doing when you died?

[pummelgranite]

[ There's a long pause. ]

Not praying to her.