Melonie was bored.
Among the various deities, there were few things that would strike fear into their hearts quite as intensely. The wakening of the eternal dreamer. Another battle between Justice and Malice incarnate, in whatever forms they happened to be taking on. Even these paled in comparison to the boredom of the trickster god. If she said it aloud in the realm of the higher beings, half of them would run screaming for another dimension, while the other half would prepare for war.
But that was part of why she liked hanging out in the mortal plane. They actually appreciated her jokes, or at least she assumed they did. No human had ever teleported to another dimension when she said she was bored.
The downside of living in the mortal realm was that they spent so much time doing pointless crap with their lives. Melonie loved playing with April, and she knew April enjoyed it as well. However, April spent most of her day either at university or this weird place called "work." As much as she tried, Melonie just couldn't understand why she spent so much time at a place that as far as she could tell made her miserable. Humans were just weird like that sometimes. But even though April complained about her work all the time, she was also deeply adamant that Melonie was never to visit her at work ever under any circumstances.
Her exact words had been "Absolutely not, unless there's a massive world ending crisis on the line." And Melonie was bored, so she was pretty sure that qualified.
"Hmm, let's see what you're up to." Melonie waved her hand, and an image started to form in the air. April was standing behind a counter, wearing an apron and serving drinks to a decently sized line of customers. Although she wasn't an expert on human societies, Melonie knew this was a coffee shop, and April was something called a "barista." The customers were all asking for the same basic sort of thing, which April and the other workers dutifully made time and time again.
Melonie was certain of it. This had to be excruciatingly boring for them. If anything, April would probably thank her for making things more interesting. She stood up in place, stretching her arms upwards and arching her back. Before she could head out, however, another member of the house made herself known.
"You're going to visit her at work."
Melonie cursed under her breath. Iris was a strange one, and she was particularly good at seeing things before and/or after they happened. Still, she was a fun one to work with, and there was no reason they had to be at odds with each other.
"Iris, hi! Yes, I was just going to pop in and pay April a quick visit. She's stuck at that dreadful work of hers, and it could be fun for everyone involved."
Although her body was a void of light incapable of showing expressions, Melonie could feel the scrutinizing gaze on her. "I was under the impression that April specifically instructed us that we were to, and I repeat 'never ever ever EVER show up at her work.'"
"Yeah, that does sound like something she'd say." Melonie considered her next words carefully. Unlike herself, Iris wasn't very good at telling what humans truly meant behind their words. "The thing is, sometimes humans say things they don't actually mean. Especially between friends. So when they say they want something, what they really mean is that they don't want that. And vice versa."
"...So you're saying that this is one of those times, and April secretly wants us to arrive at the coffee shop she's currently at."
Melonie shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, probably. I know I'm awesome, and I'd always want a random spontaneous visit from me. How about you?"
Iris paused for a brief moment.
"Yes, you do make a compelling argument. I cannot think of a single reason why any mortal being would not wish to speak with me."
The cracks in the air around her expanded as she spoke, a sign that she was swelling with pride.
"Should an invitation be extended to Kassandra as well?"
"Nah, I think she's got a write-up of some sort to do." Melonie lowered her voice before saying the next part. "Besides, she's... y'know. She's still a mortal, even if she's not human. It's not like she's
actually
in the same category as either of us."
A slow nod from Iris showed that she agreed. In truth, Melonie knew that Iris wasn't remotely close to her level either. Just because she was a weird freak of reality didn't mean she could stand against a literal god. But she made for good company, and she was willing to be the bigger person and let Iris believe they were equally powerful.
"Very well then. To the coffee shop it is."
In tandem, both of them vanished into thin air.
