Olympian Street

Melpomene frowned. Her fatal flaw--that is, her being anti-social--has really hit her hard. She had work to do, and she always distracted herself with that thought when in reality, she wanted to meet new people so badly.
"Where in Tartarus are the other Muses?" she wondered aloud, checking the time. She heard someone enter, and just as she was about to get her dagger ready, she realized it was Freya.
"Oh, hey, good to know you're here," she sighed in relief. "I was beginning to become quite paranoid thanks to that monster. Say, who were those other demigods outside? I don't think they're from around here..."
'Then again, it must be your anti-socialism,' she added to herself.
 
Freya chuckled when she noticed Melpomene's hand about to reach for her dagger. "You probably need to chill out more. Pulling out daggers on visitors ain't gonna help you make more friends either," she joked. She walked inside Melpomene's room and plopped ungraciously on her bed. "Well, there was Zeus' son. And then there was my half-brother. But... I'm not really sure who that other person was. I swear to Circe, Hades' children needs to stop popping out of nowhere!" She sat up straighter, looking around the room. They haven't seen each other in awhile. "What have you been up to? Other than, you know, saving the world from the lack of inspirations and all that kinda fun stuff?"
 
She visibly relaxed all the more as she saw her friend. "Sorry again," she said, closing her laptop's lid. "No wonder that son of Zeus didn't burn when you offered the burning handshake. And it seems like you weren't on friendly terms with your half-brother."
She sighed when Freya mentioned Hades' children popping out of nowhere. "Well, that is weird. This isn't usually the time of the year when he... you know, gets together with other girls. But then again, you can't blame him." She shrugged.
"Well, about that, there isn't much outside work. I have to go shopping for new clothes because I've been wearing almost the same stuff for two weeks now! And that feels disgusting for me. And I was planning to get more ambrosia from a son of Hermes nearby. How about you? You've probably got more stories to tell, seeing as you're usually outside with the other mortals and demigods..."
 
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