Show Business (Dio/Mumble)

[Andrina]

Andy was in her newly redesigned office. Perhaps Merlin felt bad with the whole tail deal because he helped her a whole lot with her office. Most of her office was pretty standard bookshelves and chairs and all that nonsense. Despite the difficult time she had at home, She'd added a few Atlantica based touches here and there. Some seashells littered the shelves and she'd tried to keep the color scheme lighter and beachy. If she was going to be a mermaid, she was at least going to try and own it for the time being.

The back half of her office was were the true strangeness began. In a very large tank created by the breaded wizard himself sat Andy's desk, chair, and a waterproof computer. The chair was honestly pretty useless since she mostly floated around, but she liked the way it made her look like a real teacher when she pretend to sit in it. She'd taught a few people back in Atlantica, but she'd never had another official like this. It made her feel like she had a purpose and it kept her busy enough that she wasn't constantly thinking about her tail. After all, there were a lot of musically inclined students at Tintagel.

Andy had sent an email to Dionysus upon reading about his show. Things worked oddly at this school. For all she knew, being the music teacher meant that you had be be the music director in the school musical. Andy didn't mind at all, it sounded like fun! She'd also sent out a text to Mumble that was mostly key smashes and misspelled words, but hopefully he understood that a meeting was planned for today.

Andy was trying to appear busy as she waited for them to show. She was hovering behind her computer causally searching wedding photos. She was wearing a yellow top made from swim material since shell bras weren't all that comfortable. Occasionally she blew bubbles at the surface in the form of a sigh. Her heart aching over the lovely dresses she could not yet wear.

[Mumble]

As far as Mumble was concerned, Andy was the most useful person at this school. He was maybe a little biased, but in all fairness, he was still floating on a cloud of elation at having been reunited with her at all. Sure, the tail thing was inconvenient, but they were getting to that, somehow, they were still pursuing all their options, there was time. They would be fine. And he was still excited every time he got to see her, even though that was every single day, as many times as he could manage while still doing his job and letting her do hers.

He was also pretty excited about this whole production; choreography was one of his greatest loves, and getting to help with such a cool bonding experience had him pretty amped up. He, like Andy, was not sure it was as mandatory as the memo had made it sound, especially with the various conflicting staff messages that had ensued after its publication, but it didn't matter, it wasn't as if he was going to turn it down anyway.

He was pretty proud of Andy for managing to put together a meeting; between the two of them they probably had a combined attention span of about nine seconds, so that was an accomplishment in itself. He had a little spring in his step (even more than usual, which was saying something) as he walked to her office and knocked about a quarter of a second before opening the door and stepping inside, his face cracking into a broad grin as soon as he caught sight of her.

"Hey, you," he said, lifting one hand in a little finger-wiggle wave. "I heard there was a very official music department meeting happening in here, so I came a little early."

[Dionysus]

Dionysus, on the other hand, was still pretty convinced that his show was mandatory for all students cast, despite the confusing memos that had been sent back and forth. After all, if his Uncle-Dad was backing him, then did it really matter who else had a say? Everyone listened to Hades, after all. And besides, Dionysus couldn't even comprehend the idea that anyone would not want to take part in this show. It was going to be the stuff of legends.

Organisation and communication had never exactly been Dionysus' strong points, though; he was the sort of god who just assumed things happened that he wanted to happen, with little to no input from him. So actually getting to the point of setting up any meetings or rehearsals weren't really things that had crossed his mind. So it was a good job that Andy had taken it upon herself to organise this meeting, because if it had been left to Dio, he would have been standing alone in the auditorium wondering why no one else was there.

And so he made his way down the corridor towards Andy's office, whistling 'Summer Loving' happily as he swung his armed and stepped sort of in time with the music. Reaching the door and seeing it already open, he sauntered inside, arms held open wide. "Good afternoon fellow creative geniuses!" He exclaimed, looking around and taking the room in. He hadn't realised his musical director was a mermaid.

"Well, this is different."