Lauren
A record store located within the heart of Apollo's Arts District. It's full of eclectic records from every corner of the globe. Many come to Musagetes to search for something particularly rare or limited edition.
Heather
For the past few days all Laci wanted was to sleep but it eluded her. Nightmares? She wished. Nightmares would have been a pleasant change of pace instead of the "Karen" Ghost that decided to latch onto her. Ever since Melinoe's champion had come across her to aid some restless spirits in another city, the woman had not let Laci go and kept ranting over and over about everything and everyone they walked by - there was something for the ghost to criticize no matter how small! 

At night it usually shifted towards the poor young woman who could see her. "You breathe loudly. You shouldn't sleep on your side like that. Cats shouldn't sleep in the bed." Blah blah blah blah. It was driving Laci insane! Normally she never had her music loud enough to blast the brain out of her skull but with this pestering ghost she had no choice. 

Why not help her move on? Oh... Laci tried. How she had tried but the woman had no one. Of course she didn't! She drove everyone away and she was quite content in not making amends. The only reason she was a lost soul was clearly so she could be a ranting spy over all the things she disagreed with. And the politics! Oh when the ghost went on about politics sweet Laci just wanted to pull out her own hair! She did not care! She just wanted to live her life as best she could and let other people do their own thing! Was that so hard to grasp? To understand? 
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The ghost only got worse the more Laci denied relaying to random people what she thought they should or shouldn't be doing. This moment in the music store was just one of many examples. 

The artificial (but still gorgeous) redhead went to her favorite music shop to get some new tunes, something to drown out the Karen Ghost or better yet, be so horrid to her ghostly ears that she had no choice but to leave Laci alone! Vinyl after vinyl she looked for that very something. Alas, the ghost ranted louder and louder until even her headphones and music could not block out the woman's discontent shrieks! 

Low on sleep that no amount of coffee in the world could fix she lost it. **"CALLA TE** She screamed out turning violently to where the ghost was. To anyone else in the store it would look like she was crazy. Fortunately the store owner knew Laci well enough to know it wasn't the case. It was rare to see her so riled up and the owner wished he had popcorn with him because it was always an interesting show with Laci snapped at a ghost. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she had latina spiciness when she was generally quite sweet of a person. 
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Her hands flailed as she went on spanish slipping with ease from her lips listing all the things she was never going to say like telling gays they shouldnt be gay or that races shouldnt mix and other idiotic bullshit that Laci really did not care for. The end result was something along the lines of "I don't care. They living their live I am living mine. You are dead so move on already!" 

She gasped exhausted at her rant but she blinked, the Karen ghost huffed and vanished. Had she moved on? Laci doubted it but at least for now she had some peace.
Leonard
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*From the deepest, darkest recesses of his troubled mind, the familiar song had emerged without rhyme or reason, in the middle of the night. An earworm, not quite remembered in its entirety, yet intimate; comforting. Zosar had awoken long before the crack of dawn, plagued by an ache that only the distant memories of his childhood seemed to quell. This morning, in particular, he'd recalled a specific tune his mother used to play on repeat during the summer months. When the temperatures readily soared past a hundred degrees in his hometown, and the sun did not set until the child himself had been tucked into bed. Perhaps, it was the yearning of his innocence since lost, for a pair of loving arms to be wrapped around him tightly, coddled in a C minor's melancholic embrace once more. It had been quite some time since he'd had the ability to think about his mother, though lately, his thoughts wandered far more frequently. Back to Wesam. To Luxor. To the music he'd grown up hearing everyday.*

*The Demi-god, fuelled solely by his desire to piece the fragments of his recollection back together, made his way through Apollo's art district. Hands in his pockets, swagger in his step, Zosar repetitively hummed a sample of the intro, remembering the singer responding to the chords played on the piano at first, with a wordless, vocalised melody. A hauntingly beautiful beginning that seemed to end suddenly with the finality of the closing cadence. And yet, in the very next second, an ensemble picked up the melody in an up-beat tempo, hallmarking the actual start of the song.*

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*Arriving at Musagetes Emporium, the son of Zelus used one hand to push open the door, entering and curtly nodding to the owner as he marched past the counter. He knew the woman quite well, as most music lovers in Olympian did, so he figured she wouldn't be offended by the lack of discourse shared between them. Zosar paid no attention to the other customers, and beelined straight to the back where he presumed to find a shelf dedicated to classics from around the world. With a gentle sigh, he began sorting through the astonishing amount of records, searching for anything with the words "Alby we Moftaho" On it. While the man wasn't sure of the artist, he believed he recalled the name of the song now: "My heart and its key".*

*As he flicked through the collection with an almost devastating speed, Zosar tried to focus on his objective, though right as he seemed to get into the swing of things; he was interrupted. Hilariously, by some woman yelling for quiet. The Champion assumed it was a mother attempting to wrangle her unruly children, though Spanish wasn't exactly a common language used around these parts. Glancing over his shoulder in the general direction of the yeller, Zosar frowned when he noticed a short, red-headed woman, speaking to literally thin air! If he himself wasn't frolicking about in the lands of Gods and Monsters, then he'd presume she was having some sort of psychotic break, but the Demi-god knew another one of the chosen few when he saw them. As he continued to stare at her from across the room, it slowly began to dawn on Zosar that he knew who this woman was.*

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*Immediately, his gaze darted back down to the box of records in front of him, as his body grew rigid with the realisation. Rumours had long been whispered about the Champion of Melinoe being another one of Zelus' unclaimed children. While generally, Zosar remained unaffected by the idle chit-chat that circulated the various realms, this spicy tidbit impacted him directly. Despite trying to return his mind back to its original train of thought, a sudden rumble of thunder in the distance forced the man to stop what he was doing before he accidentally summoned a tornado outside.*

*Without looking, Zosar selected a random record from the pile and made his way towards the register. Placing it down, the Champion did not wait for the price to be verbalised, and instead placed a couple of notes down in an effort to get out of the store quicker. Like a paranoid criminal, the Demi-god kept looking over his shoulder, his dark gaze following the red-heads movement, trying to escape before she had a chance to notice him.*

** "Oh, what an excellent choice! I simply adore the works of Fared al-Atrash. Such an iconic performer, a mid-century staple, I have heard, in most middle eastern households. A terrible pity about his beautiful sister thou-"**

***"-WHAT?"***

*The sudden mention of the 'S' word caught Zeus' champion completely off-guard, and for a brief second, Zosar seemed genuinely distressed, his hands curling distinctively into fists on the countertop. His reaction was unnerving enough that the owner of the store recoiled in response, her brows furrowing as she sought to clarify whatever misunderstanding the customer had obviously taken out of context.*

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**"A-Asmahan, h-his sister,"** *The woman exclaimed with a stutter,* **"Fared al-Atrash's sister. Sh-she died when she was only 31."**

*Initially, it was like the words were being spoken in a completely different language to those Zosar understood, yet slowly, the man seemed to return to his senses. A subtle rouging of his cheeks dignified his embarrassment, as the Champion realised the owner had been talking about the artist of the record he'd just purchased on a whim.*

** "Oh,"** *He muttered, as his hazel gaze dropped to the floor,* **"Right. Ah-...Well, um... Tha-thank you... And erm... Sorry."**

*Zosar finally managed to spit out his half-hearted apology, before picking up the vinyl in his hand and ambling over to the door with his confidence now in tatters. Just as he was about to leave the store, however, Zosar noticed something on the backside of the record cover: a song list. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he spotted it. Track number four, the words printed clearly, as plain as day in Arabic, 'Alby We Moftaho'. Dumbfounded, the demi-god stood entirely still, trying to comprehend if he'd been blessed by Tyche without warning or if... The Egyptian turned to look at the girl with the red hair again. He'd never been one for signs, for messages from the 'beyond', yet Zosar couldn't help but shake the feeling, this was his mother's doing. Somehow.*

*Pressing his lips together, the demi-god decided to throw caution to the wind, and approach his rumoured half-sister, still not entirely sure how he was meant to start any sort of conversation with her. Though as he drew closer, it seemed the woman was slightly preoccupied anyway, yelling at literally nothing once more. Raising a brow, the Egyptian cleared his throat, before offering a sheepish smile, genuinely trying not to startle the Champion of Melinoe.*

** "Is the silence normally this aggravating? Because you're talking to it like you know her well."**
Heather
She should have known she was causing a scene but the poor lass was so fed up with that ghost she lost all care in the world for appearances. Huffing with relief Laci relaxed... A mistake she soon regretted as a male voice suddenly approached out of no where. **"Dios mio!?"** Clasping her hand in front of her chest as she gasped with fright, a sight worthy of a proper telenovela scene, she turned wide eyes towards the other demigod. 

At first her mind thought he was just another ghost, her tired mind taking a hot minute to process not only what he was but what he said as well. Her cheeks flushed with color, saturating with red pink hues putting her embarassment out there on full display. **"Pardoname... Uh..."** Having vented in Spanish her English drive was done. **"I... Sorry..."** 

She fidgeted nervously trying to keep her hands held together in front of her waist so she wasn't flailing them around. It was bad enough she did so talking normally, she was so much worse when flustered and trying to think of words, her hands wanting to play out a game of charades. Usually it did anything but help. 

 **"Silencio... Silence be nice... Not silence. No people silence."** She somewhat managed to pop out with even more broken and accentuated english due to her embarassment. **"I not... I not crazy!"** She added quickly assuming he was going to get there. Laci hadn't yet picked up on what and who he was. Not that demigods couldn't be crazy like humans...
Leonard
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*For a woman practically swearing that she wasn't crazy, her prior behaviour left plenty of room for convincing. Zosar immediately took a step backwards, giving the red-head enough space to collect her thoughts and words, the latter of which spilled out in a nonsensical pattern, barely resembling broken English at all. Like an idiosyncratic puzzle, the Demi-god managed to piece together key parts of her ramblings to formulate a sentence he could respond to. Without any prior context, it was possible the Egyptian could have simply abandoned the conversation altogether, though the lurking possibility that he was currently conversing with his half-sister kept the half-mortal from fleeing. That, and the inescapable fact that, as the Champion of Zeus himself, Zosar was supposed to tackle every challenge head on. Unlike the majority of his physical confrontations that could be swiftly dealt with by a lightning bolt to the skull, this exchange required a far more tender touch.*

** "I'll let you in on a little secret,"** *The Demi-god began, as he casually leaned his towering figure against the wall,* ** "If you stopped talking to nothing, you may actually have a chance of convincing us all yet."**

*His lips tugged upwards into a crooked grin, as his right hand was presented to the stranger before him.* ** "Pleasure to meet you, Not Crazy. I'm Zosar, Zosar Mahmoud."**

*It was a stupid joke, but the red-head was so flustered that a touch of dumb humour would surely lighten the situation somewhat. Of course, the kindness the Egyptian had shown surprised even himself. He had no reason to be gentile, especially not to a woman who was championed by a sideliner of the Great War. Yet, perhaps the rumours about her parentage made up for their pathetic inaction when Poseidon's forces came a'knockin. Exhaling softly, the lean mass turned to face the selection of records the stranger had been browsing through before her partial breakdown caught his attention.*

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** "So, you're attempting to drown them out... With..."** *Zosar's brows knitted together as he proceeded to pull out a particular vinyl that had clearly been accidentally returned to the wrong section of the store. With a deadpan expression, Zeus' champion held the record up.* ** "Enya's 1988 masterpiece: Watermark?"**
Heather
The embarassment! 

Zosar had to make it worse by "Letting her in on a little secret" Which by the time he gave it to her her face was perhaps just as red as her hair! The poor young woman was left speechless, unable to think of a good reply in english. Oh if only this were spanish she then would have plenty of witty words to give him! Fortunately for her unknown half brother, he would be able to come off on "Top" In this scenario. 

Just as she finally was about to say something in return, lips parting to speak he introduced himself and called her "Not crazy" As if it were her name. Her brain acted a bit on impulse in a childlike stubborn way. **"That not my name!"** She huffed face still saturated with dark red hues. **"La... Laci Rodriguez."** There he now had her real name. She couldn't have him going around going Not Crazy here and there. **"Oh...!"** She almost forgot to shake his hand. Taking it a bit quicker than she should have she give him a quick somewhat tight shake before letting go. AT least she didn't seem too offended, hopefully he'd notice that she was more flustered than anything. There was a warmness to her eyes, a possible understanding to the amusement of the situation just, she was too tired to truly appreciate it as she could have were circumstances different. 

For a moment an awkward silence feel between the two before he grabbed the recond and began to observe what she had picked. Laci tilted her head a little confused. **"Enya?"** She grabbed the record and looked at the cover. It did not look like a metal band. Why had she grabbed this? Why was it even there? **"I've never heard of Enya."** Yes, for purely amusement purpose by the rper Laci has never heard Sail Away. **"Is it good?"** Sure she was going for metal but reality was, she could potentially listen to anything depending on her mood.