pearling: (ew no)
P e r s e p h o n e ([personal profile] pearling) wrote2010-12-12 10:14 pm

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[Persephone is wearing this sweater and looking rather horrified at it.]

I do not approve of uniforms for such outings, Admiral. Come Edgar, we will go to this... town thing with snow.

[A pause.]

I do not approve of snow; but perhaps this will change when I experience it.
acid_rayne: (Think)

[personal profile] acid_rayne 2010-12-13 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
You don't approve of much, do ya'?

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I approve of many things, actually.
acid_rayne: (Art - Sit)

[personal profile] acid_rayne 2010-12-13 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

What're your powers?

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
I bring the spring and I make plants grow and flourish.
acid_rayne: (Speak)

[personal profile] acid_rayne 2010-12-13 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Huh... No wonder you don't like the snow.
Edited 2010-12-13 04:25 (UTC)

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
I have never been on Earth to experience it. When there is snow on the Earth, it is because I am in Hades.
acid_rayne: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] acid_rayne 2010-12-13 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Why'd you want to go there?

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
I do not wish to go there; I am currently making a deal to never need go there again.

I am Persephone, Queen of the Underworld.
acid_rayne: (Actor - Bored)

[personal profile] acid_rayne 2010-12-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're... What, on a timeshare basis?

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
...Something like that. But not of my own making.

[identity profile] notonedrop.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
All right. [Edgar is wearing his own (http://www.buyuglysweaters.com/index.php?main_page=popup_image&pID=98) ugly Christmas sweater.]

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
I shall meet you and then we shall head into town, yes?

[identity profile] notonedrop.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. I'll be on the deck.
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[personal profile] most_feared 2010-12-13 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He almost wants to tell her to laugh and the clouds would clear, but he knows that doesn't work that way for her... probably. It seems like it should, though. It's damn confusing.]

The inn is nice and warm, as are the Bier Hauses and the shops.

[He almost says he can't blame her mother. It's good that he's not a god or even a Zarthan, 'cause if it were Laura in that position Earth would have had to exile him winter. But he just holds his tongue, it's safer to do that.]
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[personal profile] most_feared 2010-12-13 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's sort of like a bar but the food is better.

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
I see. The warmth would be welcome, I think. I do not know; I have never experienced snow before. Disadvantages of being myself, I suppose.

I will probably not be eating the food.

[identity profile] yeehawkiller.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Severen has his (http://uglysweaters.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/img_5491.jpg?w=300&h=300) tied around his head. Someone is bored and moping in zero/]

Get the gingerbread. [He sighs] Apparently the gingerbread is good eatin'.

[identity profile] persephonepearl.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
I will try it then.

[No she won't; Persephone is weird about food.]

[identity profile] yeehawkiller.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

Good.

Whatever

[He throws his head back and pulls tight on the sleeves of the jumper, which falls over his eyes]