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Time: 31 Oct 2000
Status: Private (Apollo, Melpomene)
Place: Victoria Station
Summary: Apollo finds one of his 'wives'.


Victoria station was crowded and noisy, people running everywhere, intent on their appointments and so no one really noticed the slender, mournful-looking goth wandering from platform six. She carried no luggage for she had none, except for a battered looking journal and a pen.

She'd been awake for some time now, but not strong enough to travel; the advent of the goth movement had given her a bit more strength, since many of the poets were depressed and tragic, but it hadn't gotten to be really helpful until now, with all the young people composing (sometimes decent) tragic poetry. Now only one goal was on her mind: find her sisters.

As she made her way out of the labyrinthine station, she was lost in thought. Surely Ourania and Kleio would be doing well, considering they were the mousai of learning? Still, from what she'd picked up on, people used the word 'muse' to mean inspiration itself now. Better than nothing, Melpomene supposed, and finally found her way to the street, walking down it. Ah, but this was a lovely place--so gloomy, so grey, so perfect for writing tragedy.

She hoped it would rain.