Goddesses In Chicago

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Gods did not regularly get punished.

Ollie did not regularly get punished

When the god of love nearly caused the world to end due to their lack of an attention-span, they got a simple slap on the wrist and some new gods to help them in their efforts. When the god of the stars nearly caused a world-wide blackout because they got a bit too frustrated one day, they were just given a quick pep-talk and told to get back on their feet. Beings of power made mistakes all of the time. After all, they were only immortals.

In fact, usually gods with more power tended to get a lighter punishment. Perhaps that was due to the fact the more powerful deities were in charge of the punishments, but even then Ollie had not gotten punished when hardly anyone knew her name. Sure she had been born in 3,000 B.C, but that did not mean she had much of a prominent role in the world until recently. All her resource was used for was slathering Babylonian boats for quite some time, but now everyone knew her name. Everyone knew she was powerful. Capitalists adored her- they would come to her shrine begging for riches every time. The powerful deities adored her. Ever since 1859 hit, she was practically treated as one of them. And to be candid, it felt amazing to finally be getting the recognition she hoped she deserved. It felt as if she was finally making strides in her life to become efficient like everyone else.

So why, oh why did an argument with the bug goddess send her back to step one.

It started off as aimless bickering when the two happened to cross paths. Little remarks that made it clear there was a distaste for the other, but nothing more. It was not until it slowly graduated- Ollie SWORE she started it, that it became clear that there was no way they would ever be getting along any time soon. The final straw was when Ollie claimed that souls were producing more energy than ever before because of oil. Was it true? She never bothered to check. This angered the bug goddess- which Ollie had no idea why. It was just facts that she made up! Eventually her anger may have caused her to make one little oil spill near some fragile forest, but it was not that bad. Everyone could use a bit of oil in their life!

The high deities begged to differ.

Their punishment for arguing? Sent down to Earth to figure out what was really happening to the lack of soul power.

While Ollie had assumed it would be a simple in and out, she was hastily proven contrary when she found out they had to have a little place to live for their time there. It would be over twenty-four hours, which is something Ollie was uncertain she could stand. More than two minutes with the bug goddess were unbearable. Not only that, it was going to be an apartment. A two room apartment for that matter. The only reason she did not complain about it being more luxurious was the fear the deities would strike it down to a one room apartment due to it.

And that was how she arrived where she was- wearing reflective colored sunglasses that she could barely see through to protect her entirely black eyes from being seen by people and laying right on the ground. She let out a small groan as she pushed her now black, solid hair out of her face. It used to be far more drippy- always leaving a trail of where she used to be. Now it was greasy, solid. She despised it. She had only been in 'Chicago' for a couple seconds and she already was frustrated by every moment of it. If spawning in an alleyway was not frustrating enough, she had to be there with Miss ever-so-perfect BUG goddess too. She desired to roll her eyes every time she saw her. Despite the fact she felt her blood boiling just at the thought of her existence and the miserable journey they were, something dawned upon her.

She had no idea where to go.

They had an apartment, but where was it?

She forced herself off the ground, brushing dirt off of her simple black dress while she was at it. She walked over to the corner of the alley and peaked out, only to instantly be overwhelmed by the loud noises of crowds and cars and feel the burn of a hot summer's sunshine. There was not a clue to go off of in her mind. Sure the gods probably told her where to go, but she did not have that kind of memory span. In fact, she was probably talking over them.

She hated to ask the bug girl for help, but what else was she to do? Nature had all sorts of dwindling paths, right? Maybe she would know what was going on or at least where to go. Sighing, she turned back to the 'bug girl', but still kept herself a fair distance away.

"Care to lead us to the apartment, Miss Bug?" she inquired, refusing to refer to her by her actual name.

She refused to make it seem like she did not know what she was doing. She refused to let Quinn get the upper-hand.

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Every inch of the divine being was seething with rage, her hair a fiery red. At least she kept that power. She clenched her teeth as she remembered how she got here, a stupid argument. But it wasn't her fault! It was that stupid oily b!tch who got them into this mess in the first place, spilling her oil all near a fragile forest with so many of her precious bugs and getting them both in trouble!

So now here they are, in an alleyway in Chicago, Illinois. And they have to live together! The absolute revulsion she felt at the idea of having to deal with the oil goddess 24/7 sent her hair even brighter. Why couldn't she just have been tossed into community service or something? Cleaning the deepest depths of the underworld would have been preferrable to this.

Quinn sneered at the greasy-haired girl, gritting her teeth. "Sure thing, oil-spill." She spit out the nickname, venom dripping from her voice.

She immediately leaves the alley and turns left, not bothering to wait for Ollie. If she can't keep up, that's on her. After all, Quinn's hair is bright red, suuuper easy to spot.

@Sockth
 
As the outraged woman turned out of the alleyway, She could not help but feel rather smug with her accomplishment yet fearful at the same time. Quinn was a low-ranking goddess, but she had seen what she could do. Not much in contrast to herself, of course, but it was still something. Getting this girl angry was one of the most satisfying things Ollie had ever seen. Ever since she watched her hair first turn red, she knew she enjoyed getting under her skin. Still, it would likely be preferred if she was not seething with anger while Ollie was pretending to know what she was doing. Well, it was sort of funny so perhaps it was preferred.

Ollie only kept a dull face at the nickname. It was clever sure, but it had been used far too many times for it to make a lasting effect on her by now. With Quinn's swift movement through the alley, Ollie could not help but rush to keep up before whining.

"Slow down, aren't you supposed to stop and smell the roses or something? I'm wearing heels-" she gestured to her feet, only for her to realize she was not wearing heels. In fact, she was wearing sneakers.

A look of confusion crossed her face before what had happened registered in her mind. Oh the freedom the deities had no idea she had just been given. Wearing heels had been her way of attempting to get in with the deities- proving herself worthy. Even goddesses had to look beautiful, after all. Now that she was wearing sneakers with a casual dress? All chaos could be released. She darted after Quinn, what remaining drops of oil remaining in her hair making a trail behind her.

As she caught up, she attempted to match Quinn's pace. In fact, she attempted to perfectly sync their footsteps. Many people had had her eyes on her as she ran down out of an alleyway- not typical behavior for any human. Of course, while she was unaware of how humans worked but she knew how stares did. If she just made herself blend in, everything would go away.

Still, she had no reason to need to impress humans. All she was here for was for a job. The people here practically treated her like she was a perfect being, and all one had to do was look at the amount of cars there were on the street to realize it. She glanced Quinn up and down, examining her behavior.

"You haven't even been looking at anything. How do you know where you are?" she inquired suddenly, sounding exasperated despite there only having been a moment of silence.

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The woman shakes her head as she hears the calls of the other woman, and just continues. By the time Ollie caught up to her, her hair had turned from bright red back to its natural dark green.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Because unlike you-" She emphasizes the word you, "-I was listening when the other deities gave the directions." She smiles and enters a building, holding the door for Ollie. The least she can do is try to be somewhat civil.

"We're here. Here's your key, we're on the second floor." Quinn hands the black-haired woman the other key and leads the way upstairs to a fully furnished apartment. "Your bedroom is the one on the right."

Since there was no need to blend in with the humans anymore, she let vines grow up her arms. A few ladybugs landed on her and she sighed, happy to have her friends with her again. Good gods, it is exhausting to be human. I betcha miss oil change isn't doing so well either. She turned to look at Ollie, a sigh escaping her lips. "Okay, look. We're going to be stuck with each other, so we may as well try to be civil. We also need some rules," She states, pointing to a blank whiteboard mounted on the wall.

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"Listening?" She dramatically gasped at the accusation, hoping her act at least made her look mildly responsible. "I was listening! I've just... never had reason to be here." She huffed.

She was fluent in the majority of languages, but after all, she had to be. Prayers came from all across the globe. Yet somehow the words in buildings looked like gibberish to her. Perhaps it was because she was only just now adjusting to her sunglasses but everything just seemed so confusing. As much as she adored seeing a society kept up entirely by oil, she preferred for herself to be at the very least aware of what was happening in her environment. That was the first step to gaining people's respect, after all. She would not have made it as far in recognition if she had not paid attention to every little thing people did with oil.

Ollie nearly walked past the building once they arrived as she was so lost in thought, but when she suddenly lost the person next to her she quickly turned her head back to see her opening the door for her. Whether this was a genuine move of kindness or infantilization, she had no idea. There was no witty comeback to come with that, only confusion. She turned around entirely, walking back to the door and through with only a mumbled "I could have done it myself..." that she hoped she did not hear.

The sudden cold feeling on her skin shocked her. It was far better than the warmth of the outside. She felt as if she was going to melt, but to be fair she likely was going to if she could not keep herself together.

When the girl dropped the key into her hand, sudden frustration came down upon her. They gave HER the key? but she was so much less prominent!

"Where did you get this?" She whined, despite knowing well the gods gave it to her. There was just a slimmer of hope inside that maybe she had just fetched it from someone else. anywhere else.

Still, she took it and followed her just as she needed to. When she entered the apartment, she saw her relax and allowed her more favorite form to come out. Ollie was absolutely not going to do that, whether she was just being petty or not. Not a single part of her changed. In fact, she even kept her sunglasses on.

She could not wait to get away from the bug chick, but apparently she disagreed. Pulling up the white board, Ollie sighed knowing well she might be stuck here for a bit.

"How about for rule one, we get this done as quick as possible?" she inquired, frustrated she even had to say such a thing.

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Quinn rolled her eyes. "Well obviously. Rule number two, we have to at least try to be civil. We don't need to be at each other's throats. Rule three, we do not enter the other's room without permission. Rule four, ask if you need to use something that the other possesses." She goes over a few rules that she had remembered from her one other time down here.

She had noticed Ollie's slight confusion with the words in the building, so she wrote the rules on the board in the common language of the gods. "Anyway, we're here because we need to figure out the lack of souls or whatever. Shouldn't be too hard, I think." Quinn steps into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. "You want a drink since I'm already in here?" She calls, trying to be nice to the greaseball.

@Sockth
 
The rules were fine by her- Simple, easy to remember, and what she was going to do anyways. She had no need, or want for that matter, to be touching Quinn's stuff anyways. She was a goddess. If Quinn had something she wanted, Ollie would go and get her own, better version.

"Is there any way we could do all of that alone and pretend we did teamwork or something?" she remarked, truly hoping there was some cheat to get out of doing her chores.

With the offer of water, she paused. Could she drink water? With the ocean god, every time they got near them it just... did not work out. she had always been curious about water, but assumed she could never try it.

"I don't think I physically can drink that stuff." she informed her bluntly, not bothering to lace sass in her tone. She clearly had taken consideration into what she was saying in contrast to the other statements she had spewed out of her mouth.

@JexMix
 
Quinn shrugged. "We have other stuff too, y'know. But you know, just because you don't mesh well with the ocean god doesn't mean you can't drink water. You're in a human body right now, and humans need water to survive. And unfortunately, no. The other deities are probably watching us closely. Betcha anything this assignment is also to get us to get along." She snorts, pouring a cup of juice for Ollie.

Getting along with Ollie? The very idea made Quinn laugh. There was no way she would ever truly get along with her. Sure, she'll play nice. But when it comes down to it, she just doesn't like Ollie. Never has, and never will. She'd rather go skinny-dipping in a lake full of piranhas.

She returns with her water and a cup of juice for Ollie. "Here, greaseball." She hands it off then plops on the couch, taking a long sip.

@Sockth
 
"Watching us? Yeah, right." she snorted. "They have other issues to deal with. No reason to watch some unnoteworthy goddess and some other one who stirred up conflict."

While it hurt her to say that, she knew internally she was correct. They had no reason to watch them at all. What was the worse that could happen, a couple mosquitos biting some people? A car crash or two? They were sent down to knock out two birds with one stone, though it still bothered Ollie.

Still, as she offered her take on water she simply shook her head. She really would rather not clean up that mess. Besides- what if it ended badly? What if it sent her right back to square one? She would rather not think of it. Still, she accepted the juice when handed to her and proceeded to join her on the exact opposite end of the couch. In fact, she sat on the arm of it. She wanted to be nowhere near her.

"I thought you said to stay civil" she remarked bitterly.

@JexMix
 
Quinn rolls her eyes and downs the rest of her drink, gingerly setting the glass on the table.

"Well, I'd like it if you could use my actual name, and I'll use yours. Sound fair?" She retorts, looking around at the apartment they now shared. The apartment she shares with the oil goddess. Things could not get any worse.

It definitely did sting a little when Ollie refused to use her name, and instead just called her Ms. Bug. She's not just the bug goddess, after all. She is her own person. To be called for only what her ruling power is definitely hurt. She wanted to get along with Ollie, but she's making it impossible. So, she'd decided to match Ollie's attitude toward her.

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