No matter what they do or say, it ain't no getting rid of me

@elmasbayram location: Lupercalia notes: canon fuckass hat

He was Quinn now, but he hadn't been when she'd first met him all those years ago. Sometimes there were people she completely erased from her mind until she saw them again. And then there they were and something awakened in her like a sleeper agent. Like when some people heard an early 2000's club banger. He'd been there at that lovely wedding all that time ago. "I do most things, yes. What is it you do now?" Elmas didn't want to tell anyone she'd just gotten dental, it was what had endeared her to Hyrsam so quickly.

@senatusstarters location: Lupercalia CENTER STAGE notes: the mayor's performance

"We always are," she admits slowly, almost reluctant to offer the every busy assistant more work. Pretty silly, really, when the other is a grown woman and can make her own choices, even if those choices would lead her to crashing and burning due to her status as a human. Oh, well, at least if the other volunteers she can make sure she isn't too overwhelmed. "Rome has a lot of unemployed weirdos, and that is without counting those who come from Lupercal for a free meal."

"An outfit? I always have an outfit. I'm always prepared." Narcissus could see it now. He'd be a glittering, shining star amongst the mud. The lycans knew how to throw a party, and the demigod knew how to steal the spotlight. It was the perfect place for him. Either way, he looked at the other now, tilting his head, "Timothee? Please. You couldn't think of a better guest list?"

"I mean to out him for being a Nicki Minaj fan still in the year in which she harassed Megan thee Stallion. He can't avoid being cancelled forever, I just want to be able to see a coming of age movie without having to see his pretentious little cheekbones." There was that snail that was eventually coming for all of them and it was supposed to be slow and patient but always coming. Elmas had been around long enough to know that no such snail existed. But also no one had ever seen her and this snail in the same room and one day, she was going to convince Greta Gerwig to stop giving that man work. "Sleipnir is going. I haven't looked that horse in the eyes since the bathtub incident." Hyrsam had wanted horse milk. There'd been eye contact involved.

Perhaps he should have considered her words more carefully, given how the last drag bingo had gone that she'd participated in. But a part of him knew that he could take her words as they were, with the hint of a promise upon them. Besides, if it truly came down to it, Ángel could do the worst and threaten to do away with the whole thing. What a move that would be. "I wondered how long it would take you to reach this point," he mused, hand lifted to encourage her to go on. There was little gossip that he ever cared to partake in, but he wouldn't dismiss her want of it. Until said gossip revolved around him. "You heard right, but what makes you think I'm not being taken care of?"

"Well I can only hope you are." Just because she knew everyone and everything didn't mean she had all of the facts due to contrary belief. It was a combination of knowing people and things and have quite a good intuition that gets her by. Leaning forward just a little, martini glass in hand, her brows raise. "I have heard of a rather beautiful woman." Back in the day they hadn't called anyone 'mother' except actual....Well, women who had brought children into the world, but from how said woman had been described to her, she thought 'mother' seemed rather appropriate.

After having a rude awakening to the cold and callous nature of his kind, gone were ideals of brotherhood and yet he couldn't shut off that part of his brain that didn't want to be alone in a cruel new world, enter Elmas and she was like a point of shelter in the eye of a storm, he couldn't help but cling to her kindness, to the way she took life in stride and with a form of humor that couldn't be topped. She appeared human but her knowledge went far beyond. He drank his black coffee with drops of blood infused, staring with rapture at the decadent crepe that she devoured, remembering how his Nana used to bake with lemon and icing sugar. He blinks owlishly, "I have so many questions.. did he once live as a horse, innocently neighing out in the fields until he magically transformed into a human or was he born that way?"

The tiefling had never told a lie ever in his life. Nor had he ever done anything wrong. It was hard for people to swallow the truth as it was, anyway. Or to swallow one other thing, but that was for Rawlins to know and everyone else to eventually find out. "Another one? I've told so many bangers, I should let someone else talk." Impossible, really; he'd stare at them until they were finished then pick up where he left off. "Be a doll and get us more drinks," he turned towards the mortal who was staring before they ran off to do as such.

There was something so nice about being around someone who seemed to so easily command others. Hyrsam was one thing, but people just did things Narcissus told them to do. Just because. Anyone would do anything for that face and she couldn't say she was entirely immune to it, he was very pretty. But she had no time for romance, just a quick time out to destress from having to ask Sleipnir to be around while her boss bathed. It was less asking, it was more the fact she would need someone to no doubt file the mystical horse's hooves as compensation. "Do you have an outfit for Lupercalia yet? A date? I tried to invite Timothee but he's so busy with that Kylie. That Wonka PR won't go on forever."

who? @elmasbayram where? outside porus

"Are you looking for volunteers?" Elmas thinks for a second what she has coming up this week. And by that she more means that she wonders what Hyrsam has coming up. There's little things here and there, her planner is constantly booked with things the satyr is doing but also every waking moment she is not working she is doing something to forget work. Volunteering could very well be something, she was practically nonverbal whenever she was at What's Cookin', she could be warmer here maybe.

"Are you telling me you don't think I'd appreciate it?" She's teasing, but her tone is even. Elmas has been around the block more than a few times, she doesn't really discriminate when it comes to most things. Variety is indeed the spice of life and sometimes one simply needed to put something on and scream in a taxi as the driver pretended not to hear her. "And I would actually love to hear your opinion of early 2000's party music." Elmas means it, has her hands clasped before her as she looks to the seraphim as they peruse the stacks.