Intro / OTA!

[cant-readmy.livejournal.com]

So this was it. The Deck. The place she'd spent three years hunting down. The last known whereabouts of her parents. The place she was meant to call home.

She hadn't quite made up her mind about it yet. Only been there a few days, after all. So she'd taken the opportunity to explore the place, starting first with the Spades' castle and branching eventually towards The Town. She kept mostly to herself, prodding around at this and that, soaking in as much as she can without actually forcing herself to speak to anyone. Yet.

[ooc: Spades are welcome to find her on Castle grounds, otherwise, she'll be in The Town!]

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[ogygianspade.livejournal.com]

Lycus, the culprit of the two twins, coos at her cheerily, clapping his hands playfully. Calypso, previously distracted by Priam's own grape tossing, turns to follow his gaze and stifles a sigh, "Oh, for goodness' sake, Lycus..."

Then, turning to Serena, "I'm sorry, they only recently started the throwing-things stage. Are you all right?"

[cant-readmy.livejournal.com]

She analyzes Lycus with a sharp eye, then shifts her gaze to Calypso.

"I'll survive."

[ogygianspade.livejournal.com]

The innocent babe is pretty much exactly that at this point; no hints of maliciousness or even that much mischievousness in his eyes.

And Calypso still has the slightly frazzled air of a single mother about her, "Still. My apologies."

[cant-readmy.livejournal.com]

Hm. The kid would make a damn good spy. Mischief smothered in cuteness. She kind of liked it.

"Please, don't. No harm done," she replied with a wave of her hand, still eyeing the child's innocent gaze.

[ogygianspade.livejournal.com]

He's still a Spade baby, no matter if he's part-Outside and his mother hardly prescribed to the beliefs anymore. Spying was in his blood.

Lycus coos at Serena, hands clapping and effectively squishing the remainders of the grape in his hands. Calypso sighs as she drops back into a seat next to her son, moving to attempt to mitigate the mess, "They've hit the Tiny Terror stages, I'm afraid. It's a miracle I got them to sit at all."

Striking up conversation with a stranger isn't usually her thing, but she's been feeling a little like she's had no one but babies to talk to for the past few days (not an entirely wrong sentiment) and a little adult interaction never hurt.

[cant-readmy.livejournal.com]

She's more amused at the child than she'd probably like to admit. That mischief reminds her of herself when she was young. She stifles a smirk when he makes a mess, but quickly masks it when his mother looks about as exasperated as they come.

"You have a difficult job. Highly underrated, too," she offered, sipping at her coffee.

[ogygianspade.livejournal.com]

Calypso would probably enjoy this mischief more-- did in fact-- if it weren't for the fact that it was so constant. Urania would be lucky that she would have Isaac to help her through these times.

A one-shoulder shrug, "I'm only doing what many women have before."

[cant-readmy.livejournal.com]

"Just because its prevalent doesn't make it any less respectable," she responded evenly, sipping her coffee again and returning her attention to the flyers she'd collected.

[ogygianspade.livejournal.com]

A nod, "I suppose that's true."