#*seshat

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Her face remained neutral despite the obvious roll her eyes did at the entrance of the Greek God into the area of the library she was working that day. She let a long sigh pass her lips as Dionysus came to disrupt her calm day - again. It was not really a new concept, just an annoying one. Seshat continued to put books away, choosing not to give the man her full attention.

“Ah, yes. How have you come to disrupt me today Dionysus? Need more useless information on the history of fancy events?”

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Dionysus watched the goddess put away books, half distracted by the repetitive motions, half lost in thought about his latest ideas for The Best Party Yet. As a living encyclopedia, Seshat came in very useful when it came to gathering equipment and ideas for his parties. As such, he ended up coming to her often. Maybe more often than she would like. Occasionally he would show up just to ask her an obscure question that google didn’t have the answer for.

research subject: anise, as examined by @mpxseshat

lab results: sometimes the best family isn’t family

Last semester, there had been one particular professor who’s class Anise had actually, to her surprise, quite enjoyed despite the fact that the subject had been history. Anise herself had never been one much for history, but there was something about the way Seshat taught that struck Anise as very much the same way that Anise herself liked to learn. Or at least, the enthusiasm matched. Or something along those lines. In reality, Anise had too much trouble trying to pinpoint what it was about Seshat she liked so much to give it too much thought. Instead, she simply followed the instinct to go see the goddess in her classroom when her father had suddenly come to town and tried to drag her out for her birthday.

It took everything in her not to slam the door open to Seshat’s classroom. The goddess was sure to disapprove of this, and Anise had no wish to exaspertae her old teacher - and a person who she now considered something of a role model. And maybe even a friend. Even so, it was obvious as she entered the classroom and approached Seshat’s desk that Anise herself wasn’t in the best of moods. It took her several moments after sitting down at the student desk nearest Seshat’s to get her mind organized and settled enough to figure out where to even begin with the questions roiling in her mind. “Um, Seshat...how much d’ya know ‘bout my family? ‘Bout...my father? Camazotz?”

When something lights up in the kitchen suddenly, Dionysus is instantly awake. He groans and rubs his eyes, then rolls off of Seshat’s couch and pads over ti the kitchen to find her staring groggily into the fridge. It seemed as if she had been standing there for several moments, not really looking through the fridge so much as into it. Classic midnight munchies. Unfortunately for the goddess, munchies were not what was going to help her right now.

“C’mon, Sesh. Back to bed. I’ll make breakfast in the morning.”

Dionysus takes a moment to fetch a glass and fill it with water before taking Seshat by the arm and leading her gently back to her bedroom. After a night of rather heavy drinking - which seemed to be the only kind that Seshat did, as it was always either no drinking or a little too much drinking - Dio had escorted the goddess home to make sure she got safely into bed. Or rather, he had been her crutch on her way home since she hadn’t seemed terribly capable of staying upright with the sheer quantity of alcohol in her system. Even so, she was an awfully good time when pumped full of alcohol.