Moira
Moira's consciousness drifted, and for an unknown reason, centered itself over Olympus. The Warrior was showing her this for a reason, though she wasn't entirely sure she cared. However, her only regret was not having popcorn for the drama about at the level of any soap opera that was about to ensue.
For some reason, her view was locked on Apollo. He was carrying something in a handbag that he was holding in his left hand, and he hadn't even had the time to put the strap on. He appeared to be in a great hurry, and a little out of breath as well. He knocked on his sister's door and without waiting for a response, ducked inside.
Inside, of course, was Lady Artemis, who had clearly been daydreaming about something or other, and whatever it was had been rather pleasant. The smile on her face was quickly replaced with a frown after seeing her brother.
"What do you want now, Apollo?" She asked in a polite yet clearly impatient tone of voice.
"I just need to leave something with you for a few nights, while I am away on …ummm…business. Yeah, business. Is that all right?" He responded.
"As long as your business does not involve any of my Huntress's or the nymphs under my care, I care not what you do." She returned to her daydreams, as if her brother wasn't even there. Occasionally, she would release a quiet sigh, and her cheeks would darken a few shades.
Apollo gave her a couple weird looks, and then entered her storeroom where she kept all of her hunting supplies, and of course, the centerpiece of this room, her signature silver bow. He stuffed the bag between the inner wall and an absurdly large pile of treated furs.
Within a few more moments, he was out the door, which he thoughtfully closed behind him.
The point of view no longer followed him, instead remaining centered on Lady Artemis. She sat there for some time, and when she rose, she walked over to her reflecting pool. "Athena…" She sighed dreamily.
If Moira had been eating popcorn, she might have choked after hearing that.
The reflecting pool shimmered, and when it cleared, there was a clear view of The Lady of Athens herself.
"Hello, Artemis. Is there something I can help you with today?" Despite her cool, polite, and professional tone of voice, her body language subtly betrayed that she was rather pleased to hear from Lady Artemis. She appeared to be sitting at a desk, and surrounding her on all sides were truly insane amounts of paperwork. Her fingers were covered in ink stains, and she was inexplicably wearing a spotless navy blue business suit. Perched on her nose were librarian style reading glasses, despite the fact that those stormcloud grey eyes could absolutely see perfectly well in almost any lighting. Her face wore an impassive expression, but the rest of her body was clearly very involved in this conversation.
"I have it on good authority that it will be a beautiful night tonight, and I was wondering if you could join me for a brief hunt? I would greatly appreciate your company." Artemis was being much more formal than usual, and Moira could not figure out why.
Athena's expression during this short question was an entire rollercoaster, at least to someone like Moira who was used to working with people who made every effort to have inexpressive faces. She seemed expectant, then her expression briefly flitted between joy and disappointment between the words "join" and "hunt". It flickered back to pensive and for a brief moment at the very end of the second sentence, the very corners of her lips twitched upwards.
Athena said nothing for some time, but contrary to Moira's image of her, Artemis was more than willing to patiently wait for her response. Finally, Athena gave a brief nod, and then replied.
"Yes, I suppose I can spare the time tonight. However, I won't be able to join with you again on such a venture until 2 moons from now."
If Athena's face was akin to a mystery novel, then Artemis's might as well have been a straightforward thriller. She briefly lit up with joy, illuminating her entire room in a silvery glow, and then just as quickly her light was extinguished. Her face turned downcast for a moment, and then she forcibly schooled her face into a neutral expression.
"Very well. I look forward to your company." She politely nodded back to Athena, and then the connection was cut off.
Instead of returning to her daydreaming, she found her bed and buried herself in it face down, where she would mope for an indefinite period of time. Before Moira could go from being mildly interested in this behavior to bored, her point of view shifted once more. This time, to an Olympian she would rather not have to acknowledge at all.
"Hera! Have you seen my royal seal?" Zeus's voice resounded like thunder, and it was several dozen decibels louder than was really comfortable.
Standing not even 30 feet behind him as he dug through a cabinet of various royal paraphernalia, Hera clutched her ears and winced.
"When, pray tell, would I have had the opportunity? It is not like you bring it out except for the days you hold court, and then you rarely use it then either." She said this even as she picked up a glass of red wine from the sideboard. She downed it in one go, and the glass magically refilled itself. She repeated this process 3 or 4 times before continuing.
"I am not the keeper of your random knickknacks, Zeus! Maybe if you ever actually organized your shit, you might be able to find it later." This was delivered with an aplomb that was abruptly ruined by the fact that she began hiccuping in a drunken fashion.
Whatever was in that wine that could make a god queen drunk after just 4 glasses, Moira wanted in on it.
At this point, Zeus's face had begun turning almost as red as the wine, even as several veins began jumping in his temples.
"If it was here, I would sense it. Since I do not, it stands to reason that it isn't here, and who else but you could have moved it?" He started that sentence in a quietly seething fashion but ended it even louder than before.
"Why in the hell would I move your special little rock doodad or whatever?" Hera asked dismissively, before returning to her wine.
Zeus was now at the point where steam was almost literally coming out of his ears, and he snatched Hera's wine glass away before discarding it out the window. "I truly have no idea why I ever turn to a drunkard for anything. Wait, that's an insult to drunkards. At least Dionysus is fucking useful!" He snarled.
Hera actually looked a little hurt for a moment there, before the switch in her mind flipped that reminded her that she didn't care anymore, anyways.
"Well, I saw several gods and goddesses come through here recently, for any number of reasons. The last two were Hermes and Apollo, I believe? So maybe ask them." After that, she stormed away and slammed the door behind her. After that, the distinctive sound of a deadbolt latching was heard, followed by the door being barred. A moment later, the door began emitting a white and gold aura.
Zeus saw all this and threw up his hands in frustration. "Fuckit, I'll ask Hermes then." Then he paused. "Wait a minute. Apollo? That little jackass is always pulling pranks. Well, I have had enough! This time, instead of banishing him to the mortal realm, I will send his ass straight to Tartarus!"
The point of view cut back to Artemis, who was still moping, but this rather depressing scene was interrupted by a loud banging on her door. She grumpily threw off the furs she was burrowed under as if they weighed as much as a silk sheet, and she began stalking towards the front door.
"What do you want Apollo? I do not wish to deal with you again today!" She opened the door, revealing a very pissed off Zeus. "Oh, Lord Zeus, what could possibly bring you here?" She thought for a moment, and then she sighed. "Hold on."
She closed the door in his face and walked directly into her store room. She walked unerringly to where the bag was, grabbed it, and walked back to the door.
"Okay Lord Zeus, whatever you are looking for is probably in here." She handed him the bag and went to shut the door once more, but he held up his free hand so the door bounced off of his palm.
"Where is that brother of yours, anyways?" He asked in a venomous tone of voice.
"I wouldn't know, he said he left on business." She replied airily, clearly not realizing the situation she had been entangled in.
Without saying anything more, he dumped out the bag, and seemed completely unsurprised to see his royal seal sitting in his palm.
"Do you know that possession of this is an act of treason? If so, I hope for your sake that you are not protecting your brother right now." He looked vaguely satisfied to see Artemis pale in response to this threat.
"Alright, come with me. I'm sure this can all be settled with a good old fashioned trial." He grabbed Artemis's arm with bruising force, but she shrugged him off and ran back inside her store room.
"Wait a moment, my Lord, allow me to at least get dressed."
At this point, based on the impressive bulge Zeus had in his temples, Moira guessed his blood pressure to easily be able to be used for hydraulic fracking.
Artemis returned quickly, sporting her normal hunting garb, with the minor exception that she had neither her dagger nor her bow. This left her arms bare from just above the elbow, and the imprint of a large hand could be seen dug into one of them. She neatly sidestepped Zeus's second attempt at a grab, and proceeded down the path without him.
Zeus stalked after her, and at this point lightning was dancing both in the sky and in his eyes.