#mp; starter

[mpxhathor]

walk-ins welcome! 🧠

open starter for anyone in need of some counseling~

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Since moving to the island business had been building up at the clinic. I mean who would have thought that bunch of gods and their kids would be in such need of counseling? Even so, the clinic still had slow days in terms of appointments but, Hathor always made sure it was clear that her door was always open for walk-ins. Her office was warm and inviting, full of warm comforting shades of light brown, burnt orange, and coral.

Surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows with soft billowing curtains, sheer white. Centered along the back wall is a solid, modern birch desk with a plush, beige, high-back chair. A comfortable, burnt orange armchair in front of it, with a matching sofa along the right wall looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Both with soft, white, fleece blankets draped along the backs. A soft jazz tune floats from the record player nestled in along the birch floor-to-ceiling bookshelves behind her desk.

Hathor blends into her surroundings well, wearing soft pink and white, her now long blonde hair curled and pinned perfectly on the back of her head. Small pieces fall as she types up her notes from her morning sessions, clear frame glasses perched on her pointed nose. The goddess is snapped out of her concentration when her assistant knocks and opens her office door. She pulls her glasses off and looks up as they gesture a client into the room, Hathor smiles and thanks her as she gets up to meet the client at the door.

“Hello, welcome to Bodhisattva. I’m Hathor, and you are?”

[mpxseshat]

drinking librarian~

hallows eve ball open starter

It had been a very long time since Seshat let herself let loose and have fun. Mistakes in her past leading her to isolate herself for her own protection. She can’t even remember exactly why she decided to dress up and come to this event. Perhaps she had a lapse in judgment... The goddess still somehow found herself sat at the bar, her replica “Book of Death” from the film she despised, yet she is dressed as the main character, in her lap as she nurses a beer.

She decided to people watch from her seat at the bar for a bit, knowing that she was not going to dance. Her eyes caught a glimpse of an all too familiar god that towered above them all in his skeleton and form and she regretted coming to this blasted event even more. The beer helped her filter through the memories that constantly flooded her as she saw each face, costumes doing very little to hide their identities from the goddess.

Her eyes met those of someone she quickly recognized, like she does with everyone, and takes another swig of her beer. The appearance of all these people in this setting reminding her of the days in her past when she would party. Perhaps, after another few beers, she’ll be more excitable and sociable.

[mpxvalentina]

dancing queen;;

hallows eve ball open starter

It was easy for Valentina to loosen up at events like this, even without alcohol. She loved being the center of attention, meeting new people, and dancing the night away. Most knew the easiest place to find her at an event like this was the dance floor. Valentina was joyfully swaying her hips to the upbeat rhythm of the music playing through the speakers, inviting those around her to join her. She was a very social person and after helping so many people out for this event as well as working two jobs, she was ready to let loose. This particular song had her singing along, the smooth notes flowing from her lips and she swayed and stepped to the music around her.

She wasn’t even intoxicated yet and already having a wonderful time, no longer caring about eh costume contest of about the fact that she had to come alone. She was just letting the music flow through her and the lyrics slip from her mouth cleanly and sweetly. Her eyes were closed as she danced, a half-drunk bottle of beer in her hand. Val was still very careful of other people’s feet as she had on no shoes with this costume and was not looking to get her feet stamped on.

Just as the thought crossed her mind to look down for a moment and see what the feet situation is around her, someone steps on her foot. 

“Ow! Watch your step, hun!”

[mpxzane]

{dead man walking}

hallow’s eve ball open starter

Zico was no longer sheathed in his human vessel, he was now the truest version of himself. Ah Puch had to bend at his waist to make it through the doors, his magnificent height causing him to tower over every other person in the room. His ornate crown gleams in the lights surrounding him. The jewels upon his staff glinting and gleaming, Muan rest upon his shoulder - the owl in his owl larger form as well. The two every bit as an intimidating as they were in the old days, his necklaces of eyeballs entirely real in comparison to the onyx choker he wears regularly to mimic it.

The death god had no idea where to begin as his skeletal feet clattered along the marble floors. He was quite menacing in this form but, if there was any time for it to be the most acceptable - it was on Halloween. Ah Puch ended up standing in a dark corner, playing into the “creepy” vibe he gives off. With the top of his crown reaching almost three meters above the ground, his owl’s head, his natural smell, he looks every bit as scary as he’d always been.

What he was not expecting was for someone to approach him, as Muan alerted him by calmly chirping in his ear. The god tilted his head downwards to see who had joined him in his darkened corner.