09 ♦ Out of the blue and into the black

[rhapsody_in]

[Bleu has seen the strange people all over the network and understands – they’ve got an audience. As such, she approaches her own post carefully, unsure who may respond and knowing this calls for crafty showmanship. She has to do it. She switches on the Muse Mojo full-blast.

Her post catches her at home, in recline, her face shadowed in candlelight at a ¾ angle. Her white dress is low about her shoulders, and her eyes linger only briefly on the camera. Every atom of her seems to advertise her artful beauty, body, and mind, creating an image hard to turn away from. Then the corners of her lips quirk up.]

Darlings? Come talk to me, wherever you are.

[On and off the Barge, if you’d please.]

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[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

Comment allez-vous ce soir, ma cher? I do hope you aren't busy, because right now I am sorely in need of company. Please.

[His voice is curt, but not exactly...rude. More that he's impatient and pressured and going straight to the point.]

[voice ; private]

[rhapsody_in]

Tous chère [she corrects gently, smiling]. Comme ci comme ça, monsieur. Et tu?

[Bleu can appreciate a man who believes in truth through advertising.]

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

Abysmal.

[Again, his displeasure is clearly not aimed at her.]

I don't know about you, but I am not enjoying this iteration of the Admiral's latest trickery. I am in quite the mood. I need a distraction.

[voice ; private]

[rhapsody_in]

Unfortunate.

[Her small smile grows into a smirk, eyes half-lidded, and lets her dress's hemline slip a little further down.] And what sort of distraction were you thinking of?

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

[Oh, good, Bleu. You already seem to be on the same page.]

I want to leave every muscle in my body sore.

[It's said in a husky, rough sort of way that makes it clear he doesn't mean conventional exercise.]

[voice ; private]

[rhapsody_in]

[It's her favorite page in the book.]

Just your muscles? [She smirks. Not for a second did she think he was talking about working out.]

[at the end of the day, private]

[americasdirtiest]

[Mickey is calling for... similar reasons as Blight, but definitely not the same. He looks exhausted and miserable.]

You wanna watch movies? I'll break out the whole collection.

[at the end of the day, private]

[rhapsody_in]

[At the sight of his tired, sad face Bleu sticks out her lower lip in what is not quite a pout. Well, maybe a sympathetic pout.]

I do. Pornography, or other things? I may not understand them.

[at the end of the day, private]

[americasdirtiest]

Other things. I don't give a shit what. Pick whatever.

[at the end of the day, private]

[rhapsody_in]

You may as well ask a fish to pick a horse. Show me what you like.

[at the end of the day, private]

[americasdirtiest]

Great. Dudes beating the shit out of each other. Sound good?

[trulybleus]

Juliette? [Here is a rather familiar floppy-haired Frenchman, looking somewhat anxious.] What are you doing there? Are you alright?

[rhapsody_in]

[Bleu brightens; more than that, she beams, looking as if the sun itself is illuminating her smile.]

My Lucien?

[trulybleus]

[--He's trying his best not to swoon too obviously, but -- well, Lucien's never been the best at hiding his emotions. At least, not around Bleu.]

Your only Lucien, I should hope.

[rhapsody_in]

My only Lucien, for now and forever. [Past shining smiles, she now all but glows, and blows him a kiss.] Remember me; I'll come back.

[trulybleus]

I have never forgotten you, you know that. But where are you? Are you alright?

[inspiredvoice]

Demanding little thing still.

[rhapsody_in]

Did you expect anything else?

[inspiredvoice]

I dunno. It's been a while. You could have mellowed.

[rhapsody_in]

You ought to wash out your mouth for even suggesting that.

[inspiredvoice]

But there are so many better things I could do with my mouth.

[Suggestive eyebrow wiggle and smug ass grin.]

[lord_roadkill]

[Horus knows her.

....well. As well as he can be said to know anyone not from his particular pantheon, anyway, which admittedly is a bit hit or miss most days. But she's Old, and that's Important. He leans forward to press fingertips against the screen, head tilted further than normally standard for humans, regarding her intently with a vacant kind of smile. His eyes are sharp, sharper than seems entirely fitting for him, and far older than the body they occupy, all awkward angles, as if he's unused to it still.

He shivers, just once; the man is completely nude, if what's within the frame is anything to go by, but seems unbothered by the state.]

Haven't touched you much yet. Good. They're coming. Be careful.

[rhapsody_in]

[Horus, in turn, is Important, and Bleu is well aware of who and what he is. His appearance doesn't surprise her, but she is surprised he appeared to her at all. She tilts her own head back at him, the gesture human but a little birdlike in return.]

Who's coming? Who hasn't touched me?

[lord_roadkill]

The New ones. The ones...

[He tries to find the rest, he does. He's not sure how she doesn't know, hasn't heard, hasn't felt, but maybe Wednesday didn't visit her yet. Maybe she's more eternal than the rest of them. Words falter, he shakes his head.]

Find Wednesday. Be careful.

[rhapsody_in]

And their names?

["Who are they," she is aware, will probably lead back to "The New ones." He may not have the knowledge but it's a better question.

Bleu nods, turns her own old eyes toward his. Horus was an old god, she knows; and during the millennia he was worshiped, had been very powerful. Far more powerful than she ever was. But she's an old god too, ancient enough to have joined the crumbling gallery of dead gods were she not an adaptable deity. And information is the key to adaptation.]

You spoke with him? What did he say?

And you as well. [She bows her head - he had been powerful once and now is not. Worship is something she can't offer him, but respect certainly is.] Hail unto you, Son of Osiris.