Idun had technically been in New York City for two days. The whole point had been to find Melinoe, but Idun's success in that particular venture was questionable. She would claim it had all started innocently enough, but that wasn't technically true. Popping in on Phobetor and asking where the object of his gothic affections happened to be could only be considered innocent if only Idun's expression while asking was taken into account. The wide eyes and the sweet smile never added up to mischief on their own, but she'd known about Melinoe for quite a while now. There were a number of poems that Idun had helped with that presumably made it to the doorstep of that particular goddess. But Idun had still never met this mysterious ghost goddess, and she wanted to. If she was going to help with the poems, she really needed to meet her. How else would she point out to Bragi a more personalized way of saying My black, black heart belongs to you?
There had been a look after she asked Phobetor for Melinoe's whereabouts. Idun saw the questions beginning to surface, and that was when her innocent expression turned into a very clear statement: I'll found out one way or another, but it'll be best for everyone involved if you just tell me what you know.
She was convincing when she needed to be.
And that was how she found out Melinoe was in New York. Finding the goddess wasn't technically difficult, but Idun was taking her time. She didn't always enjoy New York City, so having any fun at all was a small miracle. Idun wasn't squandering the opportunity. So, while she was technically searching for Melinoe, she found herself a few new pieces of terrible neon jewelry. She didn't technically find Melinoe in a grungy hair salon, but Idun did walk out of there with pink streaks in her hair and a mental note to ask Bragi how he felt about nose rings. And, two days into her adventure, when Idun asked what was going on tonight and the girl with the fuchsia lipstick and the crunchy orange skirt said 'Oh god, you don't know,' she was still technically searching for Phobetor's unassuming lady.
It was actually kind of funny when Idun more-than-technically found her. What were the odds?
Well, it took three full songs for Idun to wedge her way into the middle of the crowd, but since she had decided to approach this like she hadn't been tracking Melinoe down intentionally, Idun made no clear indication that she could sense another deity in the crowd. It wasn't hard. Idun rather enjoyed bouncing around to Cyndi Lauper songs.