Invisible Wall

"I told you I only knew how to make soup!" Meng Po grumbled. Feeling like a naughty child getting a scold, she picked up a still warm and quite blackened cookie and inspected it. "Perhaps we should cover it in that sticky frosting stuff? Tell the children it's the latest in party foods?"

In Meng's personal opinion frosting made everything better. No one would have to know the cookie parts were practically ready to be used in a temple for incense holders. Putting the ugly little disc back on the plate, the goddess shrugged and picked up the rolling pin to set it back in its holder. "I could still make soup you know, I'll make it weak they'd hardly forget more than where they last lay their keys if even that. Besides my soups are very nutritious, unlike cookies."

"Truly?" Oh she wanted a great many things. Things that swelled her heart in the deepest corners to near bursting without relief. She wanted to be seen fully. She wanted to be remembered. She wanted to remember the before that once been her mortal existence. She wanted what karma had befell her to this cursed infinity. She wanted children, many children who would see her, truly know her in all ways. She want love—grand love, to receive it and to give it in return. . .totally, fully and completely.  I’m indeed a very foolish old woman, even in this youthful vessel. . . She said in the end none of those things swirling in her mind. “Don’t be silly my fairest friend and lady sunshine! What could I possibly want for more? You speak as if we’re like mortals, to be always so dissatisfied with the gifts we’re given? Being right here right now with you brightening up my day is more than a goddess could ever want for. Why would you ask such a amusing thing?”

"Good mind god of rebirth, but you're one bad liar. A very bad liar. The old gods aren't easily spooked and you're certainly no spring hen.” Meng chirped brightly, right before helping herself to some of the hot popcorn straight from the Roller Disco's merrily popping noisy machine. Not bad. Hot and crunchy. Like. Smiling in bliss Meng mentally added it to growing list of interesting human foods she quite enjoyed.

"I'm bored. It's my day off. So, before you help me become entrained shall we play our usual game of "Name That Goddess" or will you cheat again oldest child of Geb, and utilize your little paper and ink manual of reminder scribbles?" Meng took another bare hand full of the steamy inflated corn before dancing away from the machine on silent feet. She had not decided yet if it would be more fun to quickly swipe the little memo belonging to Osiris, that reminded him of who she was, or to actually let him remember her once and then duck away out of his visual horizon line, so he would have to start the whole process anew. Decisions. Decisions. 

After all, when one was both very bored and highly forgettable. . .

Meng didn’t dignify that with an answer, but simply set about filling the plastic with even more cream-cheese frosting. "Pish! Don't be such a prude. When will I ever get to do this with you again? You're gonna forget you even taught me to do it once I leave, so at least let me have some fun. Since I'm the only one who is gonna eat this I think that sweet more is better than sweet less. Besides, I've become quite good at making these! What did call them again? Cream tarts? Now stand back I don't want to accidentally squirt sugar splodges on you and make you forget who you are too!"

Double Bluff

Double Bluff | Wukong & Meng Po @mpmengpo 

With a long, drawn out yawn, the hospital’s Director leans his arm against the florescent pannel of the coffee machine, stationed half way along one of the wards many long corridors. With the illuminated retro picture of a coffee cup and some dark beans lighting up his tired features, Wukong lets out another, loud yawn before resting his forehead on his arm, as the coffee splutters and dribbles out of the dispenser below. “Mm, delicious-” he grumbles sarcastically, as he knows the coffee was going to taste like crap, but the nurses had banned him from stealing their delicious syrups from their station, so now here he is. 

It’s late, even by doctor standards it’s late, so hearing a little commotion along the corridor has the Monkey King’s head lift, as his tired eyes focus slowly on the person emptying bins a little way ahead. Taking a hold of his small, brown, plastic cup of crappy coffee, the director pushes himself away from the machine to take a slow stroll towards them. “Do you get used to the hospital being this quiet?” He calls out gently with a small smile, as he steps a little closer before stopping. Wukong will happily talk to anyone, especially if they’re an employee, no matter what their role. In fact, there weren’t many faces he doesn’t recognise, so it is strange for him as he tilts his head and tries to focus a little more on their face.  

The hospital was best at night. Meng loved it because she had no problems at all in the dim near empty corridors. Less doctors, less nurses, and more importantly less of her having to explain her presence over and over again to familiar people, whom she knew so well at this point she could likely tell them what they had eaten everyday for lunch for the past week or better.Too bad in return the very same individuals could not even place her face to a name.

So she was hardly surprised Director Sun address her indirectly, making general small talk. Just briefly the goddess was ever so slightly tempted to make slip his vision by stepping to one side, just to see if he would repeat himself anew. However it was only a fleeting bit of mischief in the whim, since really he was likely to be the only one to talk to her for the rest of the night and even if she wasn't ready to admit it, she was desperate for any (however slight) existential concessions the universe made.

"Well that depends on what you call quiet. Listen. . .hear it? Two orderlies are whispering over by the storage closet about a sporting bet. Behind us, the musical buzz of machines full of tasty but nutritionally deficit treats. Even now if you hold perfectly still, you can probably even hear the growl of your own belly in righteous mutiny over that quite terrible instant drink you're nursing over there. So it's really not quiet at all. We're surrounded by night's subtle symphony." She shrugged as she set the now emptied trash bin back down.

"That is an excellent question, Sunshine!" Meng Po giggled at her own very lame pun, and then promptly hiccuped loudly. She may or may definitely most certainly have been a wee bit drunk on more than a few cups of mead liberally spiced with ambrosia. She felt not the least bit guilty either, as her supervisor usually forgot she even worked at the hospital until she showed up each day as it was.

Stretching out before the great and glorious goddess of the sun, she purred like a cat resting in the midst of a cozy sunspot. It was nice to be seen, even if sadly it was while she had been deep in her cups. "What's something fun that we two gals can do together? No Netflix though, I still can't figure out where to get the chill part and those human on my picture square are very dull, they only laugh when nothing is funny and after 10 hours you have to wait months for them to visit again and do different things. Some are even stuck in the square too--very tragic."

"We could go to a new restaurant but if the waiter looks away from me even for a moment. . .well you know how that goes. . ." This was terrible! It was her first girls night ever and she was flopping it. Then again, it was maybe not the very first, but did it really count if you "Girls Nighted" alone?

Meng didn't think it did.

mposiris​:

“anyway, you have my sincere thanks for this. if i needed something else in this case, would you be willing to help me out again in the future?” he looks back up at her and the anger filters out of his expression to be replaced by a warm smile. “also would you like some pizza? i can make you one right now if you like?” she’ll have to come with him, of course, because otherwise when he walks into the kitchen he’ll forget why he was there to begin with and no pizza will be made, no doubt.

Meg polished off beer one and happily started in on beer number two. These mortal vessel were delightful. All lightheartedness, and giddy excitement with the slightest stimuli. Good wine, good beer, rich food—it really didn't take a lot to get to be reeling in heady sensations. She wasn't quite all the way there yet, but only cause Osiris and his little pet project were very intriguing and she was trying to focus. Furthermore it's not like she had anywhere pressing she had to be, and even if she did no one was gonna remember she needed to be there until she actually arrived anyway.

"So make him forget then!" Meng cheerfully replied, saluting the Egyptian god cheekily with her beer can. Technically, the council had rules about them using the kiddies for sport, but she was sure there was probably some exemption clause in there for the naughty ones who needed to be dealt with more firmly. All rules had a loophole or two.

"I could. . ." She turned Osiris a smile full of twinkling wicked mischief. "Give you a helping hand to that end. I mean I am after all not without some experience in that department. One cannot touch what one does not remember. If you don't want the whelp near your little one I could make it so."

Her eyes bright she warmed up to her subject, color staining her's vessel usual pale visage. "He'd forget your daughter, like she never was. It would not even take me long, nor be hard. His tea. A nice bowl of soup, and your worries would be over. Much more civilized than what I am sure you are likely planning even as we speak. Neat. Discrete.  Besides, my abilities are nigh undetectable due to my. . .ah. . .own clearly very unusual personal relationship with this planes version of reality."

Shrugging, she watched the beer foam to the top as she swirled the contents in its can. "The city council would be none the wiser that you had a part in this, or that you had intervened. I don't think I have to tell you they certainly would not suspect myself. . ."  

"Of course, you would owe me one if I did this favor for you.  A very big one, indeed. So what say you Usir? Do you wish to have my help?" She met his gaze again, but the smile was gone leaving her doll like face as smooth and expressionless.