❛ common room

@「 ᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏɪs 」summer hale Hephaestus chewed on his lips, somehow he's become less confident around woman after what happened back then. He might not have known her but the mortal form she took was really taking a turn on him, mumbling to himself "hot mess indeed" Ever since he laid his eyes on her, back at the hospital, was impossible to look away or pretend that she's not in the room. "You're welcome, I just... thought you could use some sweets" Taking a deep breathe to compose himself into the conversation he shook his head, knowing how his hand was probably terrible from not taking care of it. Slowly he extended his hand towards the female, biting down on his tongue unsure if she was going to scold him, just like his mother used to do. "it's not that great... I confess... I didn't have much time to take care of it, so I think the state it's quite... aggravating. I'm sorry. I know you tried your best to help me, but all I did was making it worse..." Ashamed of himself, Hephaestus keep his gave on the ground, it felt like he couldn't get anything right with his life, mortal life was just as rough as the life in the Olympus. While he observed the petite female, he started to wonder if perhaps she would accept hangout with him. The reality was that he felt lonely and hard to communication and interact with regular mortals, he never really had grace on his side to be able to look sociable and pleasant to be around with. "I... are you free... some of these days?" A knot on his throat formed upon asking so boldly about her schedule, but what could be worse than a no? After going through so much back home, a simple 'no thank you' wouldn't feel that harsh.

@「 ᴀᴛʀᴏᴘᴏꜱ 」seraphine moira "....good." although his visage is somewhat more playful than stern, his intentions are true. he wished everyone would take care of themselves. "i've been pretty busy, yeah. i'm always up in my apartment though if you ever want to come by, i could always use some company." his lips purse, blinking as he stares into space. "i don't get a lot of it."

@「 ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇsᴛᴜs 」oakley madison Still clad in her lilac scrubs, and pastel locks curled and up in a loose bun, Achelois probably guessed she looked a mess, though it wasn’t too far off given that her day had been hectic and she’d been running from room to room, checking up on patients amongst other things. Really, she could’ve probably matched Hermes today in speed (well, realistically speaking— probably not but at least it felt like so). She did feel a bit embarrassed to be seen in such a state, a goddess like herself, but what’s a girl to do when she had been submerged in chaos the whole day? She finished her donut, though wishing she had not bit into it as quickly as she did because then perhaps she could’ve shared a piece with the fire god. “Yes, very much so!” She gave a sheepish chuckle, securing her bag over her shoulder. “So I was right, it /was/ you sending these, thank you— it was awfully sweet of you; there was no need.” She smiled at him, shoulders gently lifting as she did so. But she did take notice that the other was avoiding her gaze. “T-thank you? I mean I look a little tired and probably a hot mess but I had a very busy day, it’s been a while but sometimes just being in this mortal form can really tire you out. Oh. That reminds me, how’s your hand— has it healed yet? Would you mind if I…took a look?” the goddess had not meant to invade his personal bubble, perhaps she had over stepped her boundaries? After all, Hephaestus was one of /the/ Olympians— he was as mighty as he was skilled in his craft. And just who was she? A minor goddess, not possessing a hair of the power and skill that the Olympians had.

@「 ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ 」francisco ricci [] oh god not at all love KDBSK i died the whole of today ;;

“i’ll spare some time... eventually.” the repeat of his words was followed by a nonchalant shrug, one that really mean ‘or not’ in the same exact manner before she’s sparing him a grin. “aren’t you quite busy yourself tho? was hoping i could come bother you if i find myself having a lonesome break.”

@「 ᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏɪs 」summer hale What a luck, why come into such a mortal world to be forbid of using his own powers. It was pain, harsh pain not being able to use his fire, his work, everything. Upon deciding which job he should take, he needed something that would block him from using powers. Something like... surgery. It was perfect, so he thought. Little did he know how difficult it would be for his huge hands to work with something so small and delicate.

At first it was simple, working on dead bodies, no one to complain or cry about an extra cut. Regardless, he needed to step it up and slowly he transitioned himself into the hospital. As assistant it worked fine, Heph worked little time and was able to cope with small operations. Once in a while, there were small mistakes, gladly for the god, mortals had small eyes to figure out what happened or someone else would be blamed instead. Till one day, it was not the patient but Heph himself getting the cut. Blood, something not totally new but a new feeling, he was lead into the hands of none other than Achelois, his orbs couldn't believe the beautiful form she took. He was too shy to speak up, but he noticed... she liked donuts.

Fixated with the idea of sending gifts to Achelois, Heph would send a box of donuts with the most silly grin on his face upon placing his message on the box. His plan was about to fail right on his face, as he was returning home. Heph was rather slow to enter his empty apartment, while taking his time at the elevator he heard someone and held the door, but to his surprise it was her - Achelois - again. "H-Hello..." Heph's immortal heart skipped a beat when his orbs glued onto the donuts, it was the ones he sent her. Biting down his cheek he became rather shy, avoiding any sort of eye contact with the female.

"Are... they good?" He asked, still not daring to look at her, even though he could use his powers, he sure could feel his whole being consumed by fire on the inside. Maybe it was his solitude and needy for contact that took over him, maybe this once he wished his life wasn't a mess and a betrayal box? All he wished was to be loved and to give love. Slowly his gaze lowered to inspect the woman, her mortal appearance was as divine as a goddess. "You look... amazing. Suits you..." and there he stood almost glued to the elevator wall, embarrassed at his remark.

@「 ᴀᴛʀᴏᴘᴏꜱ 」seraphine moira [] hi ily i died last night SJDKLF i hope you don't mind me tagging though!

his palm shifts to hover over where she'd just jabbed, breathing out a soft laugh. "ah yes, i do believe that would work." he nods in amusement whilst collecting his lower lip between his teeth. "mm, fashion week." he murmurs, as if it'd sounded other-worldly to him. then again, he'd never known a lot about fashion anyway. "well, alright then. just make sure that you get some rest eventually? but you've got it, i won't say a thing nope."

@「 ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇsᴛᴜs 」oakley madison (( couldn't find another room that fit so I hope it's okay that I'm posting it here! ))

The famous mortal saying went: another day, another dollar, except in Achelois’ case it was: another day another…donut? Her shift at the hospital had been unequivocally busy and hectic, it was a routine she had gotten accustomed to it by now. Goddess or mortal, she had a duty to fulfill. Never the less, sometimes there were particular…cases that made her day all the less mundane. As recent as a week ago, a patient had rushed in. Luckily, it had not been something /too/ serious, he too was in the practice of medicine and a surgeon and even they too, had little mishaps here and there. So the lad had a small laceration due to mishandling a scalpel and the cut was not too deep but still needed to be disinfected, stitched and treated over the course of a week or two to heal and prevent further complications.

Here’s where things had gotten interesting, this young lad was no mere mortal, although now he called himself by a mortal name. It was Hephaestus. Oddly enough, the two had not crossed paths too often— not even in Olympus. So really, Achelois did not know much about him except the trivial things here and there. They did not have a chance to talk either as they were surrounded by other medical staff and patients and Achelois had a job to tend to. And that was that. Today however, she had received a box of assorted donuts with nothing but a ‘thank you’ note signed ‘H’. Now just who could that be? It was a sweet gesture of him and highly appreciated because she was low on sugar.

As she entered through the gates of Moira Gardens and the common room, a strawberry glazed donut between her lips, she rushed to the elevator and managed to swoop right in the nick of time before the door closed. “Thanks for holding tha— oh. Hey there.” She managed to speak albeit her mouthful of sweet, deep fried dough and icing.

@「 ᴀʀᴇs 」magnus wolfe And I know that your biggest skill is throwing a temper tantrum when someone gives you a widdol boo booo And in your experiences are just you losing in one way or another over and over again so— Does me calling your behaviors out hurt your fragile masculinity?
he is no less amused by the slander that ares threw his way as it seemed to be typical for this to happen between the two of them, he would normally ignore such aggressions but there was something about his level of drunkenness today that set him off into an argumentative and teasing state... it most likely being ares presence itself
I think you’re already aware of my success, and victories aren’t really something I care about, just being able to enjoy the things I stumble upon... but if you want the details I’d happily tell you how much I enjoy partying, , getting drunk and high, and working hard

her eyes follows the motion of his hand and lets out a small breath, giving it a little stare before looking back up to look at thanatos.
it sure is silly to me that you actually go to med school to learn how to cure people when all you can do is to take people when their time are up. and be sure to speak to your brother if it get progressively worse.
raising her trimmed, dark eyebrows at the other, she hums in thought and nods once.
it is indeed exhausting. I tried not sleeping two nights in a row and the aftermath isn't pleasant at all. oh yeah, i should. I wonder what snacks this room holds. It better be good or else i am going to bring in an entire restaurant or maybe asking Hestia to cook me a good homemade meal. Let's scavenge for food together, Thans!

Ah, the school thing, yes I’ve just started. It seems a little silly, I guess for /me/ to go to med school, but it’s a skill I’d like to have, for once being able to heal instead of- well, you know.
he chuckles with a wave of his hand.
I’m all right, though. If I feel the need to analyze my sleep schedule, I’ll speak to my brother.
his countenance becomes thoughtful, nodding in agreement.
I believe so, too. They fascinate me, but it is exhausting to live as one.
he blinks, smiling wider and nods.
I completely understand that sentiment, a warm shower. Perhaps you should eat now, there are plenty of snacks here in the common room. I could eat, as well.

@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos Height means nothing when you have the skills and experience I have; you know this, too, do you not?
a roll of his eyes at the words of the other, bitter sting creeping into his being as he recalls his defeat silently. lips purse tightly, eyes burning holes into his own thighs before he, too, pushes himself to his feet.
Talking about past victories? What have you done lately, except sell ing wine.

she looks around to see two persons talking to one another and subconsciously smiles at the scene before taking her phone out to play a game on it.

her dainty finger lifts up to jab the latter gently, a laughter mirroring his own bubbling past her lips as she folds the fabric to settle along the strewn pile. "i'll think about it. . . a token of my appreciation for helping me open the door?" her playful words drawl into a hum of thought, an eyebrow quirked up as she contemplates his offer. "y'know, that's not such a bad idea. i'll let you know? besides, i don't really need sleep when i'm so occupied with meeting deadlines for fashion week - it works out." her hand reaches out, the pad of her thumb skimming along the spine of a book. "but if you see me with sunglasses, don't mention my eyebags."

his head tilts down to overlook the sheet now pressed against his chest, tiers jutting outward with brows simultaneously furrowing. "ah, you think so? hm, maybe you could make something for me with this color." his gaze shifts towards her, all the while he releases a chuckle. "kidding. i could model for you sometime though, if you need it." he, too, suggests before chuckling once more. "right-- do you ever sleep? or are you always up doing that?"

in contrast to the god, she's carelessly dropping her pile onto a nearby spot above the couch before tugging upon a beige colored sheet to pin against the other's chest. "this, dear apollo, is for my next line. . or whatever the mortals choose to call it. and i think this color looks exceptional on you." the grin that plays along her lips falters, her shoulders drooping a second later as she glanced at the clock upon the wall and sighed. "i'd take a break when i'm not scheduled to end someone's life every few seconds. . ."

"right, 'this'." he finds himself repeating with a faint smile, leaning forward to set down the things occupying his own arms before removing his glasses to set them atop of the mess that was his own. he turns to face the goddess, chuckling as he playfully plucks at one of the fabrics. "you should take a break. what's this for anyway?"

his response merely earned him a scoff, a lighthearted one at that, as she trails after the taller figure with the fabrics now held tightly against her. "fair point. and i've been. . . busy. both with what i always do and also. . ." her eyes trail down the to silk and chiffon draped over her arms. "with this. could probably use a break, but when do i ever?"

"yeah, i could tell. or my assistance wouldn't have really been necessary." he returns with a chuckle, following in suit of the female with his free hand now lazily stuffed within his pockets. "thank you, i am. i've been a little all over the place, but i'm well. and yourself? i hope you are, too."

having expecting the occupants of the common room to come to her aid, it took her by surprised when an arm from behind her figure easily pushed the door open instead. and perhaps, for the first time that day, a small smile manages to make its way upon her visage. "thanks. was /really/ struggling there. . ." she easily ducks her way into the room, using the tip of her foot to hold the door open for the latter. "you seem to be doing well."

raising a hand to nudge the glasses up the bridge of his nose, his other hand is occupied by messy newspapers, books and pens. although his attention had been on organizing said papers on his way to the common room, it's soon diverted to the female's voice. "ah, i've got you," he murmurs, extending his free arm with a widening smile. "after you"

with fabrics practically spilling from her arms, atropos gently nudges the bottom of the door with her foot, attempting to open it to no avail with an exasperated sigh. "anyone wanna help?"

[] lemme close out my shift and then lesss gooooo

emits a faint yawn, now tucking both arms behind her head as her foot moves to the beat.

[] OHO

oh so you have just started, i assume? it's alright not to but i need to say it before i explode. thanatos, you look like a mess now. have you have enough sleep, juggling both things at a time?
she looks on, full of concern and lets out a small scoff at the mention of mortal life.
they were and still is intriguting. I don't know half the time why and how they think and made decisions that way.
nah, i have not. my top priority to do when i head home from a full day shift of work is.... a good shower.

having exited his own room, he makes his way into the common room, a list of assignments bouncing around in his head--until he notices the other figures occupying the common room. "heeello?" he calls playfully, peeking over the back of one of the upholstered chairs with a smile. "what's everyone sitting around for? did dionysus throw a party and forget to invite me again?"

[] NO I LOVE IT

(You said he wanted to be slapped so I’m instigating)

[] damn okay son

[] OH?