( So, in the Dioscuri come—at least one face of which she's likely familiar with from his earlier search for his sister. It seems like she's been found though! Good for them. For his part, Castor wastes no time in what he's come to guest services for this time either. )
Gal Friday.
( Legitimately no clue what is up with her face, but you know what? Sure. Castor only looks at her with the same degree of disdain that he offers to all the other humans on this ship as he continues. )
We, the Dioscuri, seek answers. You will tell us what you know.
( Apparently he's not asking... )
we got our clown hats that jingle bc we're good jesters
( making themselves known isn't a bad thing, but when her brother comes off as hostile as ever that pollux takes a step forward to stand by his side as one hand lifts to lightly cup his elbow, squeezing tightly to grab his attention away from friday. please, give them a moment— rather... ) Please, excuse us. ( words directed towards friday with a warm smile before her displeasure crawls back onto her face as she looks at her twin, brows furrowed along with a shake of her head.
they're not moving from where they are, so yes, this will be happening right in front of friday. )
No, Brother! If you're going to ask, you're going to ask politely! You are a Spartan Prince, you are able to articulate your words better, and you will!
( if they're asking for help then he's going to ask for it the best way he knows how, and that's putting some care in his request than acting as though he rules the world. pollux knows that in friday's eyes.... .... .... .... lackthereof eyes... .... .... that they're the one's on this boat with no information, no anything so she has more of an advantage against them, and because of that fact, the twin goddess would rather approach this better so that they aren't shooed off. )
( Okay, wait, what? There's a dozen ways he could respond, a dozen other ways he wants to respond. No. Hell no! Why should he? But at the same time, there's Pollux beside him, watching and expectant. He's been in this position before. He knows this song and dance. Talk back at your own peril, Castor, because otherwise her elbow is perfectly positioned to hit you in the ribs so hard you have to deal with being breathless in front of the very person you're expressing disdain towards.
Not only that, but she'll be sad, too. )
...
( ... )
... Please tell us what you know.
( The words, to his credit, aren't hurried or rushed—it would only bring him more shame to show his reluctance that blatantly. But even if he manages to say them at a moderate pace, the expression on his face? Kind of pained. Every syllable he says gives off the exact same energy of a kid who's been told they can't have dessert unless they eat five more bites of broccoli.
( her eyes close once he turn away, listening to the conversation now without watching as she doesn't need to visually spectate. it's the tone of his voice that she needs to hear knowing that he won't push it any further to upset her, and hearing how childish he sounds at being corrected she knows that he's giving a better attempt. he knows that he should do better, that's what pollux believes. to have him be an embarrassment especially in the position that they're in would make them the laughingstock of mount olympus; zeus raised them better!
...
slowly her eyelids raise, contemplating the second chance she gave him, and she wouldn't call it his best, but it's enough to show that he knows where he came off wrong. hopefully friday can see that too. )
That's better, Brother, I knew you had it in you. You make me proud. I expect more of this behavior from you.
( now she's ready to meet her eyes with a warm gaze before turning her attention back to friday, she sighs softly as if something good has happened. )
We were curious about an individual by the name of Jenny; if you could tell us what she was like and her role. We thought you'd know of her efforts and triumphant moments when she was still part of the group.
[oh wow this is a lot to take in at once. give her a second.]
Jenny was a former passenger, just like you! [beat] Very like you, actually! With the whole, um, gods thing, and having brothers... That's probably the end of the similarities, though! Unless... Do you like mangoes?
Then could you tell us— how do they say it: hot or cold?
( a game that the few servants like to play back in chaldea, perhaps it can be utilized here. it's a starting place maybe, gives them an idea of which direction to get a feel of...
as for castor's question, she looks to friday curious. that's a good question too, but she won't break out the praises in the middle of an investigation. )
I withhold information from gods all the time! I have to treat all passengers equally, after all... Of course, the Captain doesn't have to, and he doesn't! He liked how easy her brothers were to antagonize, but he didn't think they were half as interesting as Jenny!
[that's why, when he decided to break someone, he broke her. they were just the tools he used to do so.]
-- Oh, that counts as a game! [VISIBLY EXCITED] I'm always allowed to play games!
( her eyes close at the comment as she knows a king doesn't have ro folkow the rules of their world, but they garner so much more respect when they do. she couldn't imagine losing castor in this way or have him be antagonized, and if she had to seem like easier prey so that eyes remove off of him onto her.
then she would.
rather than focus on the loss, she instead takes in the excitement that comes from friday in waves. if games are her thing, then she'll have to come back around and visit more often, but for now. )
( stop... castor isn't easy to antagonize... leave him alone, look how hard he's about to try here. )
Is Deck One hot or cold?
( it's unlikely that his first shot will hit the target, but he has heard a rather interesting theory about that jewelry shop of theirs. if not, well, it will narrow down their potential guesses by a little bit. )
( yesssssss... human game or not, castor is the best. pollux's praise only has him puffing up like some kind of bird showing off how great it is, or however those things work. he's not too concerned about it right now. right now... it's about the priorities. while he is set on finding both (all?) of her brothers, they still haven't found the first one—they've found where he is.
and castor's been in the hurikane. the only god he met there was venti, so in the interest of finding this one— )
( okay, well, he didn't think that far ahead. only kind of thought to that point. there are a few things he has in mind, but it's together with pollux that he feels the most confident. so naturally, he turns to hear her thoughts. )
You visited that place as well, right, Sister? What do you think?
( friday's eagerness makes this worth the game, seeing as she's just as enthusiastic as they are. it's at her brother's question that she turns to look at him, now the expectation is on her. she's not nervous or shy, but she doesn't want to disappoint him as she reflects on what she recalls in the room— the guy with perfect memory asking this of her. )
There's so much to choose from. ( a tap of her foot against the floor... ) What about the Greeter? With thecharmingsmile. You really can't miss it.
( she'll even outline the shape of it with her hands in the air.
broke: headman on table woke: bust on table bespoke: greeter that doesn't greet anyone and just sits there and stares at you. )
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friday! they're here to perform their comedy act for her
Gal Friday.
( Legitimately no clue what is up with her face, but you know what? Sure. Castor only looks at her with the same degree of disdain that he offers to all the other humans on this ship as he continues. )
We, the Dioscuri, seek answers. You will tell us what you know.
( Apparently he's not asking... )
we got our clown hats that jingle bc we're good jesters
they're not moving from where they are, so yes, this will be happening right in front of friday. )
No, Brother! If you're going to ask, you're going to ask politely! You are a Spartan Prince, you are able to articulate your words better, and you will!
( if they're asking for help then he's going to ask for it the best way he knows how, and that's putting some care in his request than acting as though he rules the world. pollux knows that in friday's eyes.... .... .... .... lackthereof eyes... .... .... that they're the one's on this boat with no information, no anything so she has more of an advantage against them, and because of that fact, the twin goddess would rather approach this better so that they aren't shooed off. )
Now try again, and don't forget to say "please"!
( she's waiting. )
trying...........
Not only that, but she'll be sad, too. )
...
( ... )
... Please tell us what you know.
( The words, to his credit, aren't hurried or rushed—it would only bring him more shame to show his reluctance that blatantly. But even if he manages to say them at a moderate pace, the expression on his face? Kind of pained. Every syllable he says gives off the exact same energy of a kid who's been told they can't have dessert unless they eat five more bites of broccoli.
But... he said it.
Looks at Pollux. )
good...enough!
...
slowly her eyelids raise, contemplating the second chance she gave him, and she wouldn't call it his best, but it's enough to show that he knows where he came off wrong. hopefully friday can see that too. )
That's better, Brother, I knew you had it in you. You make me proud. I expect more of this behavior from you.
( now she's ready to meet her eyes with a warm gaze before turning her attention back to friday, she sighs softly as if something good has happened. )
We were curious about an individual by the name of Jenny; if you could tell us what she was like and her role. We thought you'd know of her efforts and triumphant moments when she was still part of the group.
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Jenny was a former passenger, just like you! [beat] Very like you, actually! With the whole, um, gods thing, and having brothers... That's probably the end of the similarities, though! Unless... Do you like mangoes?
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( as far as similarities go, she looks to castor for a brief moment before returning her attention to friday. )
Could there be similarities elsewhere?
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Her brothers.
( Rather than new similarities, maybe they can learn more about the established ones for now. )
We've heard that they're still on the ship.
( Just like them! )
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I'm really not allowed to say much more about that subject, unfortunately... See, the Captain really likes scavenger hunts...
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( From the sneer on his face, evidently he does not like that. )
If you cannot tell us where they are now, what then of their time here? Was your captain particularly fond of them?
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( a game that the few servants like to play back in chaldea, perhaps it can be utilized here. it's a starting place maybe, gives them an idea of which direction to get a feel of...
as for castor's question, she looks to friday curious. that's a good question too, but she won't break out the praises in the middle of an investigation. )
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[that's why, when he decided to break someone, he broke her. they were just the tools he used to do so.]
-- Oh, that counts as a game! [VISIBLY EXCITED] I'm always allowed to play games!
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then she would.
rather than focus on the loss, she instead takes in the excitement that comes from friday in waves. if games are her thing, then she'll have to come back around and visit more often, but for now. )
Let's give it our best shots then!
( she claps her hands together gently. )
Where should we start first...
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Is Deck One hot or cold?
( it's unlikely that his first shot will hit the target, but he has heard a rather interesting theory about that jewelry shop of theirs. if not, well, it will narrow down their potential guesses by a little bit. )
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[but, she clearly had to think about it for a moment, for some reason.]
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( that's on deck three, which she could ask for the entire deck, but sometimes simple could be best!
anyway, someone has to be taking those pictures... maybe it's the brothers. )
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1/1
The Hurikane.
( she was a storm goddess, right? where better to hide her brother than the heart of the storm. )
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Hot!
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( she'll clap her hands gently, praising him. )
Would that mean we've found one of them?
( probably not all of them given the one finger, but it's better than zero. )
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and castor's been in the hurikane. the only god he met there was venti, so in the interest of finding this one— )
Are the objects warm or cool?
( the game must go on! )
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What objects? There's lots of things that could be called objects in there!
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You visited that place as well, right, Sister? What do you think?
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There's so much to choose from. ( a tap of her foot against the floor... ) What about the Greeter? With the charming smile. You really can't miss it.
( she'll even outline the shape of it with her hands in the air.
broke: headman on table
woke: bust on table
bespoke: greeter that doesn't greet anyone and just sits there and stares at you. )
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I'm going to say... cold! [mostly because she doesn't know what the FUCK they are talking about.]
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