As Logan and Sigmund left, Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Get rid of it or else!" she called after them.
As her anger calmed, she felt her usual composure returning. Keeping her chin high, she made her way up the stairs, heading to the bathroom. "Thank you so much for helping to clean up someone else's mess, Friday." Cynthia she called to wherever the other goddess was. "I'll help as soon as I get ready!"
In the instant the bathroom door was shut, Cynthia had grabbed a comb and was making quick and thorough work of the stubborn knots in her hair, pulling at every stray curl and bringing them back to where they belonged. Having done this a thousand times over, the goddess felt a sense of calm as the burning tension in her eased.
Once done, she examined herself in the mirror - somewhat to make sure there was nothing left to comb, but mostly to admire her hair. Even her, it hadn't lost its radiant gold sheen.
A few minutes of fussing over makeup and she was done, finally heading to her room to help Friday.
As Logan and Sigmund left, Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Get rid of it or else!" she called after them.
As her anger calmed, she felt her usual composure returning. Keeping her chin high, she made her way up the stairs, heading to the bathroom. "Thank you so much for helping to clean up someone else's mess, Friday." Cynthia she called to wherever the other goddess was. "I'll help as soon as I get ready!"
In the instant the bathroom door was shut, Cynthia had grabbed a comb and was making quick and thorough work of the stubborn knots in her hair, pulling at every stray curl and bringing them back to where they belonged. Having done this a thousand times over, the goddess felt a sense of calm as the burning tension in her eased.
Once done, she examined herself in the mirror - somewhat to make sure there was nothing left to comb, but mostly to admire her hair. Even her, it hadn't lost its radiant gold sheen.
A few minutes of fussing over makeup and she was done, finally heading to her room to help Friday.
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Tyler had been calmly listening to the others not bothering to say anything or do anything. He had helped set the table when it was time to for breakfast. As the others began to argue about the spider, the god prepared to intervene in their argument. But other than that he didn't say a single word to them, mostly ignoring them completely. He simply decided to relax in the kitchen, although prepared to move should the others begin to properly fight.
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Tyler had been calmly listening to the others not bothering to say anything or do anything. He had helped set the table when it was time to for breakfast. As the others began to argue about the spider, the god prepared to intervene in their argument. But other than that he didn't say a single word to them, mostly ignoring them completely. He simply decided to relax in the kitchen, although prepared to move should the others begin to properly fight.
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Fray heard the commotion, but mostly wanted to ignore it. Whatever had happened didn't involve him, and, while he felt bad about it, he just wanted to enjoy some breakfast. It had looked good, and he doubted that the others would save any for him if he didn't get down there soon. He walked purposefully down the stairs, prospects of pancakes filling his mind.
Only a few of the other gods remained downstairs, probably due to whatever had just happened. That was alright by his standards. There would be time enough for explanations later. Though, he wasn't sure how much he wanted to hear of an explanation.
No one else seemed to be eating, and he wasn't about to start the trend. Fray instead spotted Tyler in the kitchen. Not one to pass up an opportunity for conversation, he walked over towards the other god, smiling as he did. He was genuinely happy to see Tyler. Fray enjoyed his company. Of course, he enjoyed the company of pretty much all the other gods, and got along well with most of them, but it was still good to see Tyler. Besides, he would probably know what had just happened, and be able to fill the recently showered god in.
"Hey Tyler!" He said, a calm and happy note to his voice. "What was all that yelling about?"
Fray heard the commotion, but mostly wanted to ignore it. Whatever had happened didn't involve him, and, while he felt bad about it, he just wanted to enjoy some breakfast. It had looked good, and he doubted that the others would save any for him if he didn't get down there soon. He walked purposefully down the stairs, prospects of pancakes filling his mind.
Only a few of the other gods remained downstairs, probably due to whatever had just happened. That was alright by his standards. There would be time enough for explanations later. Though, he wasn't sure how much he wanted to hear of an explanation.
No one else seemed to be eating, and he wasn't about to start the trend. Fray instead spotted Tyler in the kitchen. Not one to pass up an opportunity for conversation, he walked over towards the other god, smiling as he did. He was genuinely happy to see Tyler. Fray enjoyed his company. Of course, he enjoyed the company of pretty much all the other gods, and got along well with most of them, but it was still good to see Tyler. Besides, he would probably know what had just happened, and be able to fill the recently showered god in.
"Hey Tyler!" He said, a calm and happy note to his voice. "What was all that yelling about?"
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Friday never liked creepy crawlies, so maybe volunteering hadn’t been the smartest move on her part. However, she now had a job to do, and by golly was she going to do it.
Before she even got started, though, she heard a loud sound, similar to crunching metal. It was a bit muted to her due to distance, but those downstairs probably heard it better. She, of course, naturally assumed Logan was doing anything besides feeding the spider to the birds, and wasn’t all that concerned about it. While it might have alarmed her a year ago, she was now almost immune to what she guessed was Logan’s usual shenanigans.
The first step of ridding a bed of spiders is... well, ridding it of spiders. Based on the sheer amount of arachnids populating the sheets, it was a wonder that the trickster had managed to fit them all in one mason jar. With a disgruntled huff, Friday reluctantly bunched up the sheets in her arms and moved towards Cynthia’s window, which overlooked the street. Without really paying attention, she opened the window and dropped the majority of the sheet out of it, holding on the the corners. Any onlookers from downstairs may have sheen spiders rain from the sky on that day. A few spiders were stubborn and tried to hang on, but she merely flicked them away.
As she took a step back to assess the rest of the bed, something shiny caught her eye. She leaned back out to see a tree that was to the left of her position had something smashed around it. A car, to be specific. She wasn’t often the one chosen to drive (she was more a passenger seat type of person), but from her brief experiences with their own automobiles, she concluded that the crashed car might not have been theirs.
She frowned. From her position, she couldn’t tell if anyone was in the vehicle, because the sun reflected brightly off the windows. A little seed of concern began to grow. The crash didn’t look like it would be all that damaging to whoever was inside, but it certainly would not feel great. Now that she thought about it, that may have been what she heard crashing earlier. Still, one had to be sure.
Quickly, she turned around and walked towards the door, silently passing the spider-free sheets to Cynthia as she did. “Hey!” She yelled down the stairs as she leaned from the doorframe. “Tyler and Fray! Was there a car crashed on that tree in front of the house when you two were outside, or is that a new development?!”
Friday never liked creepy crawlies, so maybe volunteering hadn’t been the smartest move on her part. However, she now had a job to do, and by golly was she going to do it.
Before she even got started, though, she heard a loud sound, similar to crunching metal. It was a bit muted to her due to distance, but those downstairs probably heard it better. She, of course, naturally assumed Logan was doing anything besides feeding the spider to the birds, and wasn’t all that concerned about it. While it might have alarmed her a year ago, she was now almost immune to what she guessed was Logan’s usual shenanigans.
The first step of ridding a bed of spiders is... well, ridding it of spiders. Based on the sheer amount of arachnids populating the sheets, it was a wonder that the trickster had managed to fit them all in one mason jar. With a disgruntled huff, Friday reluctantly bunched up the sheets in her arms and moved towards Cynthia’s window, which overlooked the street. Without really paying attention, she opened the window and dropped the majority of the sheet out of it, holding on the the corners. Any onlookers from downstairs may have sheen spiders rain from the sky on that day. A few spiders were stubborn and tried to hang on, but she merely flicked them away.
As she took a step back to assess the rest of the bed, something shiny caught her eye. She leaned back out to see a tree that was to the left of her position had something smashed around it. A car, to be specific. She wasn’t often the one chosen to drive (she was more a passenger seat type of person), but from her brief experiences with their own automobiles, she concluded that the crashed car might not have been theirs.
She frowned. From her position, she couldn’t tell if anyone was in the vehicle, because the sun reflected brightly off the windows. A little seed of concern began to grow. The crash didn’t look like it would be all that damaging to whoever was inside, but it certainly would not feel great. Now that she thought about it, that may have been what she heard crashing earlier. Still, one had to be sure.
Quickly, she turned around and walked towards the door, silently passing the spider-free sheets to Cynthia as she did. “Hey!” She yelled down the stairs as she leaned from the doorframe. “Tyler and Fray! Was there a car crashed on that tree in front of the house when you two were outside, or is that a new development?!”
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Sigmund heard Friday's yell and frowned. "Logan ... did Friday just say there's a car crashed out front?"
Sigmund heard Friday's yell and frowned. "Logan ... did Friday just say there's a car crashed out front?"
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Indiana started eating her pancakes, then she heard Friday's yell. 'Tyler, Fray? Did you see a crashed car outside, or is that new?' she asked, brow furrowed in concern.
Indiana started eating her pancakes, then she heard Friday's yell. 'Tyler, Fray? Did you see a crashed car outside, or is that new?' she asked, brow furrowed in concern.
Fray heard the sound, soon before hearing Friday's yelling about it. He had assumed it was just something falling from a high place, but apparently, he was wrong. There was a car crash outside? That surprised Fray.
"I think that's new?" He yelled back, giving a raised eyebrow to Tyler. It was more of a question in itself than an answer. It certainly hadn't happened while Fray was out there. Otherwise, the god would have done something. Checked it out to see if everyone was okay.
What if someone was hurt? He certainly hoped not, but, now that he knew about it, he had to make sure. And, how bad would it be? He braced himself as he rushed out the door, breakfast forgotten. It was too bad, too. He had been looking foreword to those pancakes.
Outside, it wasn't too bad a scene. Well, it was still bad, just not the multi-car collision that Fray had been expecting. The hood of the car had somehow made contact with the tree. Since trees don't tend to move, it was reasonable to assume that someone, probably inexperienced or intoxicated, hit it, and pretty hard too. Though the smoking hood had absorbed most of the damage, there was still a possibility that someone was inside. They could be hurt. He had to know, so he rushed to the side of the car to check it out.
Fray heard the sound, soon before hearing Friday's yelling about it. He had assumed it was just something falling from a high place, but apparently, he was wrong. There was a car crash outside? That surprised Fray.
"I think that's new?" He yelled back, giving a raised eyebrow to Tyler. It was more of a question in itself than an answer. It certainly hadn't happened while Fray was out there. Otherwise, the god would have done something. Checked it out to see if everyone was okay.
What if someone was hurt? He certainly hoped not, but, now that he knew about it, he had to make sure. And, how bad would it be? He braced himself as he rushed out the door, breakfast forgotten. It was too bad, too. He had been looking foreword to those pancakes.
Outside, it wasn't too bad a scene. Well, it was still bad, just not the multi-car collision that Fray had been expecting. The hood of the car had somehow made contact with the tree. Since trees don't tend to move, it was reasonable to assume that someone, probably inexperienced or intoxicated, hit it, and pretty hard too. Though the smoking hood had absorbed most of the damage, there was still a possibility that someone was inside. They could be hurt. He had to know, so he rushed to the side of the car to check it out.
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Indiana ran out after him, then realised she left her box behind and had a plate of food. She ran back, grabbed the box, put the food down and came back. 'Ambulance?' she asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She peered through the smoke, but stepped back as she couldn't see anyone. The tree looked alright, which was good.
Indiana ran out after him, then realised she left her box behind and had a plate of food. She ran back, grabbed the box, put the food down and came back. 'Ambulance?' she asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She peered through the smoke, but stepped back as she couldn't see anyone. The tree looked alright, which was good.
Tyler looked up as Fray came downstairs to him. "Oh that, something with spiders and Logan." He said with a slight smile, knowing that should be explanation enough. Most of the other gods knew about Logan's mischievous streak anyways. He was surprised when Friday came down and mentioned a crashed car. He certainly hadn't seen that on his run.
"I didn't see any crashed car." He said to the others as he was asked, walking over to the window to look outside. "Did anyone hear anything?" Tyler asked figuring that a car crash would have made some sort of noise disturbance. Or at least maybe somebody in the car, if they were able would have come to their house to talk about crashing a car into a tree.
He rushed outside with the other gods to inspect the car crash. He could tell that the car had crashed into the tree, causing significant damage. Tyler looked over the crash site, walking around the car to inspect it. "You see anyone in the car?" He asked Fray.
Tyler looked up as Fray came downstairs to him. "Oh that, something with spiders and Logan." He said with a slight smile, knowing that should be explanation enough. Most of the other gods knew about Logan's mischievous streak anyways. He was surprised when Friday came down and mentioned a crashed car. He certainly hadn't seen that on his run.
"I didn't see any crashed car." He said to the others as he was asked, walking over to the window to look outside. "Did anyone hear anything?" Tyler asked figuring that a car crash would have made some sort of noise disturbance. Or at least maybe somebody in the car, if they were able would have come to their house to talk about crashing a car into a tree.
He rushed outside with the other gods to inspect the car crash. He could tell that the car had crashed into the tree, causing significant damage. Tyler looked over the crash site, walking around the car to inspect it. "You see anyone in the car?" He asked Fray.
Cynthia stood there in shock, sheets in hand. "Car crash?" she whispered breathlessly. Snapping to her senses, she threw the sheets away with a haphazard toss and rushed downstairs, feeling some adrenaline beginning to build up as she bit her lip in worry.
When she got outside, the crushed form of the car made her slightly double back. "What...who..." she stuttered.
Cynthia stood there in shock, sheets in hand. "Car crash?" she whispered breathlessly. Snapping to her senses, she threw the sheets away with a haphazard toss and rushed downstairs, feeling some adrenaline beginning to build up as she bit her lip in worry.
When she got outside, the crushed form of the car made her slightly double back. "What...who..." she stuttered.
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