[ They come then to an open cathedral- half natural cave, half her obvious handiwork. There's a stage, and an alter, and a totally baller-looking sound system. It's also clearly only half done. The vine-woven catwalks for example. Is this a church or a concert hall? Hard to tell. ]
[Magnus almost feels like saying, who?, because he's already forgotten they were talking about some goddess of wisdom, faced with another even more completely astonishing sight. even half-complete, it's one of the coolest things he's ever seen -- though he has no idea what it's for. definitely something to be seen, but not yet (which makes him wonder why he's gotten a backstage pass so far before the show)]
This is so cool... is this your -- [he doesn't know what word goes here. tries, thinking of some long-gone World Civ class] -- temple?
Wow, you really do think I'm a nerd. We drink mead, you know, in Valhalla.
[this is true, but -- he drinks the apple juice and water mostly. he preferred to have a clear head if he was going to lose his head, and the mead of the gods was maybe not the best for that]
[he's pretty sure Ike's Hard Lemon Tea is also a dig, so he goes with a slightly risky]
I'll have whatever you're having. When in -- Hades, and all that.
[he approaches the vine catwalks, slowly, just in case that's not cool. he wants to see them closer up]
[ He'll have to climb up the vine-made access ladders to get there. The blossoms turn to face him as he approaches, almost curiously, but the ladder looks sturdy enough. ]
Nerd was your word, not mine.
[ But gin-and-pomegranate-juice it is! She brings him a double. ]
[the blossoms turn, and Magnus looks positively charmed. it's a nice thought; flowers in Hades]
What's with this place? What happens here?
[Magnus accepts the drink, not seeming to mind that it's kind of cute. he takes a big, mead-quaffing sip -- and his grey eyes blast wide at the taste. he swallows with effort, trying not to cough, and mostly failing]
-- The, pomegranate, is so fresh. That's why I'm coughing. Wow.
[takes a smaller sip... this time...]
WELCOME TO WICDIV, KIDDO. WE'RE THE GODS THEY WARNED YOU ABOUT IN HEALTH CLASS.
[he cocks his head in surprise, but then thinks: yeah, sounds about right. Thor watches Breaking Bad. Heimdall loves taking selfies. Persephone can be a pop star]
[still, he defends his nerdiness]
I'm not being a nerd. I mean, it's not my pantheon, but I know if anybody's gonna grow a great rutabaga for the Greeks, it's you. [...] I will, though. Look you up. What's your music like?
[ Normally, this is where she'd get bitchy. But she thinks of everything Nico and his sister went through just because the Olympians couldn't be arsed. Atheism might be the more reasonable choice than the kids continued devotion. ]
Fine. Valhalla's pretty tolerant of people with differing religious beliefs. My Valkyrie's actually a practicing Muslim, I have Christian and Wiccan and Norse pagan hallmates. Some of the thanes aren't even pagan.
[he can't resist the ladder any longer. he wants to put the drink down, figures that would be maybe contrary to hospitality rules; he steels himself, throws back the rest of it. oh my god its so much bllehghgkk keep it together Chase aaaand it's down]
[huffing out a haaa and shivering at the slam of the alcohol in his system, Magnus inches a few steps up the ladder, curious and slowly]
In any case, the ladder is firm under him, even glowing a little brighter as he climbs. Up above are the catwalks one might find in any such performance hall. But- there's no infrastructure, no electricity, no lights. Some weird animal bone structures here and there, sure but it's still all very enigmatic. ]
[the Greeks are dicks. the Norse have bigger fish to fry; you couldn't very well be squabbling about the nature of the universe or feuding like a bunch of animals when Ragnarok was about to land on your doorstep like a flaming bag of dog -- well]
[Magnus follows the ladder up, and up, to the catwalk. when he's at the top, he sits down it, legs dangling. he thinks of sitting on Bifrost and looking into the abyss of the 9 worlds, and it makes him feel good. or that's the alcohol, hitting his absolute lightweight of a system]
[ It's a pretty view. From that high up he can see the dance floor, and the bars, and the balconies. But does look like a lonely place. It's built for so many but they're the only ones there. ]
It's a work in progress.
[ She clicks her fingers and one of the vines that makes up the catwalk unwinds and slinks down to wrap around her arm. It bulls her up, and she does some kind of BS gymnastics P!nk business and badda bing she's up and sitting on a crosswalk some twenty feet away, watching him carefully from across the open air. ]
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[ They come then to an open cathedral- half natural cave, half her obvious handiwork. There's a stage, and an alter, and a totally baller-looking sound system. It's also clearly only half done. The vine-woven catwalks for example. Is this a church or a concert hall? Hard to tell. ]
Minerva's Athena. As close as we've got anyway.
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This is so cool... is this your -- [he doesn't know what word goes here. tries, thinking of some long-gone World Civ class] -- temple?
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Or uh . . . actual juice?
[Some people drank juice without gin in it. She might not understand it,
but she did respect it. ]
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[this is true, but -- he drinks the apple juice and water mostly. he preferred to have a clear head if he was going to lose his head, and the mead of the gods was maybe not the best for that]
[he's pretty sure Ike's Hard Lemon Tea is also a dig, so he goes with a slightly risky]
I'll have whatever you're having. When in -- Hades, and all that.
[he approaches the vine catwalks, slowly, just in case that's not cool. he wants to see them closer up]
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Nerd was your word, not mine.
[ But gin-and-pomegranate-juice it is! She brings him a double. ]
MAGNUS CHASE AND THE DIVINE HANGOVER THANKS
What's with this place? What happens here?
[Magnus accepts the drink, not seeming to mind that it's kind of cute. he takes a big, mead-quaffing sip -- and his grey eyes blast wide at the taste. he swallows with effort, trying not to cough, and mostly failing]
-- The, pomegranate, is so fresh. That's why I'm coughing. Wow.
[takes a smaller sip... this time...]
WELCOME TO WICDIV, KIDDO. WE'RE THE GODS THEY WARNED YOU ABOUT IN HEALTH CLASS.
[ This is the face of a goddess who believes him. ]
Can't you tell? It's for worship.
he's a homeless drop out he never got the WARNING
[looking at those dope amps]
oops
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Well, there are a couple tribute acts. Local bands, you know.
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You perform, and they worship you?
[blinks]
What do you do, showcase really big rutabagas?
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I sing. Look me up.
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[still, he defends his nerdiness]
I'm not being a nerd. I mean, it's not my pantheon, but I know if anybody's gonna grow a great rutabaga for the Greeks, it's you. [...] I will, though. Look you up. What's your music like?
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But just the fun parts.
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As someone with like, an enormous amount of dying experience, I think I'll have to test that one out.
[he takes a sip of his drink, doesn't cough this time. a victory]
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[he pauses, realises what the word "communion" kind of implies, actually]
-- Wait, you're not trying to convert me, right?
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[he's not joking.]
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How's that working out for you?
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[he can't resist the ladder any longer. he wants to put the drink down, figures that would be maybe contrary to hospitality rules; he steels himself, throws back the rest of it. oh my god its so much bllehghgkk keep it together Chase aaaand it's down]
[huffing out a haaa and shivering at the slam of the alcohol in his system, Magnus inches a few steps up the ladder, curious and slowly]
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[ That wasn't what she was expecting, somehow.
In any case, the ladder is firm under him, even glowing a little brighter as he climbs. Up above are the catwalks one might find in any such performance hall. But- there's no infrastructure, no electricity, no lights. Some weird animal bone structures here and there, sure but it's still all very enigmatic. ]
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[Magnus follows the ladder up, and up, to the catwalk. when he's at the top, he sits down it, legs dangling. he thinks of sitting on Bifrost and looking into the abyss of the 9 worlds, and it makes him feel good. or that's the alcohol, hitting his absolute lightweight of a system]
Where is everybody, if this is Hades?
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It's a work in progress.
[ She clicks her fingers and one of the vines that makes up the catwalk unwinds and slinks down to wrap around her arm. It bulls her up, and she does some kind of BS gymnastics P!nk business and badda bing she's up and sitting on a crosswalk some twenty feet away, watching him carefully from across the open air. ]
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