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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia writes in curled letters, more like pictures than text, a little poetry or is it a riddle? ]

πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα χρύσω χρυσοτέρα


[ Meanwhile she is at the laundry room, seated on the floor with her light green gown spread about her. She has both hands on one machine, watching the colors spin through the glass with amazement on her face. Yellows, blues, greens and purples! ]

[ trans.; than the lyre, far sweeter in tone than gold, more golden. ]

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[assassino]

[HAHAHAH GREEK. He remembers scraps of it from school but nowhere near enough to even bother trying to read that.]

Ah, Greek. I had forgotten how to read it.

[heloise]

[ Judging you. ]

Must I read it for you or shall I have you guess?

[assassino]

[Oh wow judged by a homewrecker Lucrezia Borgia!!]

A guess could be anything, though. What chance would I have?

[heloise]

[ She likes making people feel special like that. ]

Any man's chance, Auditore.

[commandsthewind]

[it's neatly written back. Greek, one of her favourites, and first learned after French. Such beautiful words she hasn't had much of a chance to indulge in awhile either.]

Ρ᾽οδοπτήχεισ και ἐλικώπιδεσ καὶ καλλιπάρῃοι
καὶ μειλιχοφωνοι

[With rosy cheeks and glancing eyes and voices sweet as honey.]

[heloise]

[ Her hand is hardly as neat, the letters dancing about, lively. ]

αστερεσ μέν ἀμφι κάλαν σελάνναν ἆιψ ἀπυκρύπτοισι φάεννον εἶδοσ

[ Another fragment: the gleaming stars all about the shining moon hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid. ]

[commandsthewind]

[Elizabeth is laughing on her end, sipping her wine as she remembers her lines.]

Ἕλθε, Κύπρι, Χπρυσίασιν ἐν κυλίκεσσιν ἄβραισ

[Come hither foam-born Cyprian goddess, come, and in golden goblets pour richest nectar.]

[heloise]

[ She can meet her halfway! ]

συμμεμιγμένον θαλίαισι νέκταρ οἰνοχόεισα

[secondchances]

[She has a feeling she knows who's behind this.]

We come in peace!

[... because she'll totally get an alien joke, Steph.]

[heloise]

[ NOPE. She will just... try to decipher that riddle for a minute. ]

Not quite.

[secondchances]

Oooooh, it's Lucrezia. I knew that.

[She did, really! Just messing around.]

You're not talking crap about people, are you?

[heloise]

[ She's trying not to grin too wide! ]

You suspect such things about me.

[assassino]

[GOD...........]

[mors]

[Look, Lucrezia, you suddenly have a companion! He's seated right beside her, and also peering at the colors in the machine, a wide grin on his face.

He definitely wasn't there a second ago, either.]

How fascinating!

[heloise]

[ She jumps in her seat at the sound of someone speaking up from right next to her, but she has never had reason to fear strangers, so grins and turns back to the washing machine! ]

Like a dance.

[mors]

[How friendly! Ryoji's grin widens if that's possible.]

Do you think so? I haven't been able to witness many dances myself.

[the_effect_she_has]

[Uhm. What?]

I don't understand.

[Blunt, to the point, that's our Katniss.]

[heloise]

It would not be a riddle otherwise.

[the_effect_she_has]

Oh.

[She stares at it for another minute or so, before writing.]

Wouldn't it be a better riddle if you could read the squiggly parts?

[waterproofed]

If Apollo were here, he'd say that was about him.

[heloise]

And Aphrodite would make the same claim.

[waterproofed]

Probably after checking her mascara or something.

[onlyanapple]

It's been a while since I've read that.

[heloise]

You do not sound so pleased.

[onlyanapple]

Oh, I'm pleased enough. Though it does make me feel a little old.