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Characters: Dionysus and Melpomene
Date/Time: Morning of May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: R at least.
Warnings: Severe profanity, nudity, possible violence
Summary: Mortal enemies must work together or die trying.



He'd gone to sleep much as usual--naked, on a couch, one arm around a half-empty bottle, and the other arm around a virtual stranger. As he drifted awake, however, he started to notice unfamiliar sensations that weren't there the night before. The fact that he was lying in a bed instead of a couch, for one. And the metal bracelet around his wrist, that was a new one from the night before as well.
Sitting up, he took a look around the room. Dim light was coming through the curtained windows, revealing a room shabbily decorated in an out-of-date style, as if someone had sealed up the room a hundred years ago and left it untouched ever since. Hang on, he thought to himself, this looks just like--

Oh, fuck.

He forced himself to turn his head, look down at his wrist, and follow the chain to its end. He recognized the face of the woman next to him just as she opened her own eyes.

"Ω, σκατά ζωή μου," he blurted out.

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Mel had fallen asleep actually clothed in a thin black tank and short shorts. And she would be glad of it in a moment. She never slept long or very soundly, so any movement was enough to wake her up. And he'd moved.

Her eyes opened, locked on to him, blinked once.

And then she was swinging her fist towards his face.

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Instinctively, he raised his arm to block the punch, but the chain restricted him enough that he could only half-bump it aside. Her fist caught him on the cheekbone, snapping his head back as stars blurred his vision. He yelped in pain as he tried to get away from her; however, he only ended up dragging her halfway out of bed by the chain as he wobbled out of bed and onto his feet.
"Fuck!" he yelled in frustration and pain.

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She hadn't noticed the chain until it was dragging her off balance and in a sort of sprawl across the bed. She had to struggle to right herself and get to her knees, now on the opposite side of the bed from where she woke up.

She snarled at him, grabbing the chain and tugging it toward her. It wasn't as strong as it should have been. She had almost zero leverage kneeling up on a mattress, but logic never stopped her before. "The fuck did you do?!" she demanded loudly. Because clearly this was all his doing.

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"Me?! What the fuck makes you think I had anything to do with this?!"
His other arm swept around in an arc. "Look, don't you see where we are?!"

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"I see you naked and chained up to me in some seedy motel room." She was easing herself off the bed to stand, one leg at a time, as she spoke. Menace was just dripping off of her. "So you've got two seconds to tell me how this isn't you're doing."

She'd never actually been there before, so really it was a horrible amount of circumstantial evidence stacked against him. And she wasn't feeling very judicious.

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"Oh, shit, yes, you caught me," he snarled. "I tracked you down, abducted you out of your bed, brought you to a strange hotel room out of fucking space and time, and chained you to my wrist! And I would have gotten away with it too if your cunning fucking detective work hadn't figured it out!"

He took a deep breath to try to steady himself. "Look. This is the hotel. THE hotel," he amended, trying to back away from the wrath steaming off her and acutely aware of his own nakedness. "This is where we keep getting abducted to. That play, remember? It was here." He tried to sweep his arm again, but it ended up bumping into the wall; he smacked his open palm into the wall and snarled. "We are being played with by the Others. Again."

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She may have not liked his tone, but then she didn't like anything about him. But unfortunately at least some of what he said made sense. She remembered the theater, but didn't know it was in some hotel. They'd never been let out of the space so how would she have recognized it?

His backing up made the chain pull taught between them, and she was tempted to yank on it, just for spite. Because she fucking hated him, interfering over gods or not. But then again, she didn't want him any closer to her than he had to be.

"Fuck this noise." Scowling, she stormed to the door, knowingly dragging him along behind her, and not caring a bit. She grabbed the knob and tried to turn it. And nothing. She jerked on it hard, and it didn't even shift. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

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"We're stuck here until we can find a way to get ourselves free," he said. He snorted wearily. "Because they fucking love doing that shit."
He started looking around the room, as much as he could in the dim light. "Let's look around and see if we can find anything useful, or at least get some light in here," he said. "And this time, without punching, yeah?"

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"How about some pants first," she replied snidely. She turned away from the door and headed toward a dresser, because if she wanted it to happen, she unfortunately had to go with him.

Tweek says "Are you coming or going?"

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"If you find anything that'll fit me in there, toss it over," he said. Muttering under his breath, he added "Wouldn't want your delicate eyes to be sullied, oh no..."

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"I'm more concerned about my stomach turning than anything else." She yanked hard on the chain to make him move forward. "And if you remember, if I open the drawer, it'll be clothes for me."

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"You know, I don't like this any more than you do," he snarled--but was careful to turn his body to make strategic areas harder for her to reach. "But you getting a burr up your ass about this isn't going to get us out of it any quicker."

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She snarled and raised a hand on the immediate impulse to throttle him, and it's only barely that she stops herself. And it's because just a minute ago she'd told herself she didn't want to be dragging his corpse around the small room.

"Fuck!" The raised hand balled into a fist and was dropped purposefully to her side. "You're leaking your power all over me! Can't you reign that shit in?"

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"Oh, hey, great idea," he said. "While I'm at it, I can make myself stop breathing too! This shit ain't exactly voluntary, you know?" He sighed. "This is just something we'll have to power through."

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"If you want to keep breathing, I suggest we 'power through' it pretty fucking fast. Now get dressed," she was practically growling it through her teeth. She was riled up and already wanted to pummel into a bloody pulp on a regular basis. Taking away what few inhibitions she already had was not conducive to his surviving this little trial.

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He closed his eyes and tried counting to ten, slowly and deliberately. It didn't help much-- he could feel the beginnings of a serious rage building right behind his solar plexus. He knew that if it came down to punches, it wouldn't go very well for him at all, but he was starting to reach the point where he was too angry to care about that.
"Look," he bit out deliberately. "I can't reach the other dresser with this chain. We're here at this one now. I'll take whatever's in it, if it means so godsdamned much to you."

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Her temper was hanging on by a thread, and the only reason she was holding on to that thin thread was because she knew at least half of that was just proximity. She would be damned if she went into a frenzy because of him. She was crazy, but it was her crazy.

"Whatever," she gritted through her teeth.

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"Fine. Good. Let's get on with it-- we can't do a damn thing unless we move together."

And then, because he could not stop himself, he added "And would it kill you not to be such a complete fucking asshole for five minutes? I mean, seriously, is your survival dependent on you being perpetually pissed off at everything except my brother?"

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Oh, such the wrong thing to say to her.

Her free hand shot up and clasped around his throat fast, shoving him back against the dresser roughly. Her fingers dug in brutally. "I think you should really concern yourself with your own survival. Which would include not convincing me that I'd rather be attached to your corpse."

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Millennia of bad decisions, of drink-fueled brawls, of nights leading to mysterious bruises and broken bones the morning after--all of them seemed to explode inside himself as she dug her fingers into his throat. And all the long-nursed grudges against his fellow godlings were just that much more gasoline added to the fire. Quite simply, he was just too utterly pissed off to care any more about living or dying.
His vision narrowed to a red tunnel as he forced a scream of rage out through his constricted throat. His head snapped forward like a striking snake, his jaw moving like a piston as his teeth clamped and ripped at her hand and wrist.

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She felt his teeth sink into her hand, breaking her skin, drawing blood. Her control was just no longer existent. All the martial arts training in the world couldn't have aided her in that moment, when all logical thought on how to beat him just flew away in a red haze. He'd brought so much pain to those she cared for, and now he dared to attack her. Oh no. The time for logical retaliation was fucking gone.

Snarling, she rammed her uninjured fist into his stomach, both to cause him pain and to make him release her other hand.

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Droplets of blood went flying as the air whuffed out of him with the blow, cutting off his berzerker roar. But he was too far gone into the red now to pay attention to a little thing like lack of breath.
Rebounding off the dresser from the force of the punch, he began to swing his own unchained arm wildly, not caring what it connected with, as he lunged forward still biting at whatever he could reach.

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Her free arm came up to block the blows, blood running down her wrist and arm. She stepped back as he moved forward, and kicked her leg out, aiming to knock his own legs out from under him.

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It was a solid hit; not even his legendary rage could overcome the law of gravity, and he pitched forward as he lost his footing from the kick, sprawling across the carpet.
Her triumph, however, was relatively short-lived, as his fall yanked on the chain connecting them, throwing her off-balance enough to sprawl right by him as well.

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Damn that chain! She landed hard on her bound arm, jamming her shoulder uncomfortably. She made to roll and gain her feet, but the room was small and not at all built for this sort of activity. Her back bumped squarely into the bed before she even got half way on to her side. Instinctively knowing it put her in a bad position to be pinned, she lashed out again with her foot, not really caring where she struck him. She was just looking to buy herself a few seconds to climb to her feet.