Carolyn
A desolate and foreboding prison located deep within the Underworld. Here, the most wicked souls and rebellious titans are bound in chains and subjected to eternal torment. The air is thick with despair, and the cavernous chambers echo with the anguished cries of the condemned.
Pauline
Footsteps echoed off the obsidian-crested floors, the soft clack of heels a stark indication of a discarded goddess as she returned to the dark chambers of what was once home. She had no real reason for her return. A deep resounding want to create chaos with someone she knew could best match her love of discord creation. 

The interior of the underworld was so different than the mortal world. No longer a need for sunglasses in the domain of darkness, yet they still sat on top of her head. While she had grown accustomed to the brightness even in the darkness of night time she felt some sliver of homesickness for the world in which she both did and no longer belonged. 

Eris turned the corner of the hallway leading to the caverns that held the true monsters of the underworld, knowing that her brother would reside within the confines of the Titans' holding chambers. Her brother's knack for torturing them with his jokes always left a smile on her face whether she wanted to admit it or not. It was when his jokes turned to her, that she was left with the bitterness that seemed to follow. 

She waved her hand to withdraw the wards from preventing her from entering and stepped across the threshold, the wards quickly returning to their due diligence. The shadow of Momus' sat in the middle of the large room, surrounded by the locked confines. Eris couldn't see into each room, partially because she didn't want to and partially because her permissions had dwindled since her last visit. 

"It is always a sure thing that I can find you here. Have your jokes still not entertained them enough to your liking?"
Eleanor
*Plink. Plink.*

Broken notes on a guitar echoed in the dungeon as Momus's voice rang out in song. Each lyric was belted loud and proud and over-dramatically as he strummed on the guitar completely wrong, very strong, and for much too long. Momus didn't own a watch, and there was no way to tell the time down in the Underworld where darkness ruled. So on he played, and on he sang despite the groaning of the inmates, the cuss words, the shouts, and the jeers. 

There was a lull in the music as he tried to think of the next lyric, and he glanced at one of the inmates who was now begging him to stop, to allow them a break from the noise. 

"I'm sorry, but . . . Wasn't it *You* Who told me my act wasn't funny?" He raised his eyebrows, his expression questioning as much as his words. The inmate's face dropped, becoming mournful. "I could have been telling you jokes . . . Making you laugh . . . But you had to go and try to hurt me. So I'll show you funny." Momus grinned and began strumming louder, suddenly screaming the lyrics. 

Once he ran out of breath and took a deep one to scream again, he was interrupted by the familiar voice of his sister. He stopped pre-scream, and turned to look at her with a big smile on his face, his eyes lighting up. 

"ERIS!" The scream he had prepared for singing wound up being his greeting. "What a pleasant surprise! Have you come to help me entertain these heathens?" He motioned to the rest of the cell block, and a collective groan emanated from several cells. "They're a tough crowd, but I feel like we can double-team 'em!" 

He pulled a clown horn out of his pocket - which was much too big to have actually been in his pocket - and honked it a few times, waking up any inmate who looked like they were asleep. 

"What'do'ya say?"