Absolutely Fabulous (tag: Skadi)
Apate was bored. Just plain bored. There was really only so much she could do in Prom’s forge, and more, only so much she could do in Dolos’ room there. Primarily because she didn’t want to actually touch anything. She’d thought that the titan had been kidding about the crusty sheets, perhaps a vulgar reference to what her brother did in his bed all alone in the wee hours of the night. Or the morning. Or afternoon. Actually, she was a little surprised her twin could walk most of the time. But still, she wasn’t appalled by the state of his bed (since she refused to look at it) so much as the state of everything else in his room.
Sometimes she wondered if their personal cleaning habits were a sound statement of the differences in their personalities, she and Dolos. They were, in many ways, so very similar; their aspects and inclinations almost always leaning in the same direction. They simply found different ways of reaching the same destination, and that was where those personality differences were highlighted. That, and apparently, the state of their living space. With a little sigh, Apate decided just throwing a sheet over the chair was not going to be enough. If she was stuck here, then some of this… just had to be cleaned.
Which was a more than generous on her part. More than most people would know. Apate loathed doing anything that even remotely resembled work. Beyond simply being lazy, it went against everything she stood for to do manual labor herself. But she’d be damned if she was going to ask for help, or rather, trick somebody into doing it for her.
Because the only viable subject for tricking at the moment was Prometheus. And she had no intention of subjecting herself to Prometheus’ sneering and smirking again so soon. He made her grit her teeth, and she did not like at all that he made her want to lose control. Apate didn’t lose control. It was something she worked very hard to achieve, and that bald, ugly man was not going to take that away from her. He’d taken enough.
Besides, she was bored. So she might as well do something, but this wasn’t really what she’d had in mind. Staring at the pile of what one could only assume had once upon a time been clothing, Apate had an idea of what else she could be doing. She was very, very, very tempted to simply go with her second idea. But eventually, she would have to deal with the horrifying condition of this room if she was going to be staying here. And if Dolos were to come home, she didn’t want to miss him. That was the whole point in being here. As far as Prometheus knew.
So while part of her stayed in that pit of a room, clad in rubber gloves and wearing a dust mask, wielding a scoop shovel, Apate peeled a portion of herself away. Bilocating to a place as far away from disgusting and deplorable things as she could get.
Milan was, well, not truly a breath of fresh air. It was after all, a metropolis. But Apate had no intention of spending her time out in the public, dodging traffic and sticky people. Oh no. She was going to spend her day, inside, with the beautiful ones.
Talking her way into the fashion show, into a front row seat no less, wasn’t even a challenge. As she settled into her seat, primly crossing her legs at the ankles, she hoped that this was going to be one of the special shows. Not the clothes that the designers hoped they could fob off on the wealthy with nothing better to do with their money, but rather the “concept” line, the ones that were more art than actual wearable items. She had a rather strong urge to mock something.