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WHO: Hathor & Hecate
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Hecate's shop
WHAT: Dropping by to check out the supplies

Hathor was finding that this hotel idea had been a marvelous one. With a hotel manager remaining on and most of the staff having been there for a while, the place ran perfectly and left Hathor with all the time in the world to turn it from simply a hotel to party central. Almost every night there was some sort of event being held: themed balls, dance competitions, overwhelming feasts, costume parties.

Now she was planning something of a more esoteric dinner, which meant she needed supplies. Hathor had some associations with magic, but it was really more of Isis' area of expertises. Besides, she didn't need real magic: she needed the image of magic to entertain her paying clients. Where better to go than one of the magic shops around the city.

Even before Hathor walked in she felt something was different about this shop, something more real. An immortal worked here. A magic user. She looked along the closest shelves and waited for the magician to appear to her.

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She had felt the presence of something very old walking into her shop almost immediately. It was rather hard to miss. It meant she got out of bed, dressed and made her way down stairs.

She studied the being for a moment before coming fully into view. "Hello and welcome. How can I be of assistance?"

Hathor turned to look at the goddess - yes, definitely a goddess, and a powerful one at that - and smiled warmly. "Greek?" Hathor asked, and then gave a small laugh and said, "I'm sorry, that didn't at all answer your question. I'm mostly just browsing."

She nodded, "Titan. I am Hecate." Smiling she set her hand on Hekuba's head. "This is Hekuba, of Troy."

She walked closer to the goddess and tilted her head "for what? Flash or actual magic?"

She'd heard of Hecate and she nodded. "I'm Hathor, one of the Egyptians. There's a lot of your pantheon in this city," Hathor noted, not sounding concerned about that. There were others among her own kind who weren't fond of the Greeks, but Hathor was fond of almost everyone, no matter where they had first come from. "Seems I run spot one every few weeks."

"Flash only," Hathor clarified with a smile. "I'm hosting a dinner party for some clients; the theme of it is 'witchcraft'." Even her air quotes looked amused, her fingers long and nails painted the same cornflower blue as her eyes. "No actual witches are going to be in attendance, so I'm just looking for some beautiful things to set the mood."

"No wonder you feel so old." Smiling she wandered through the stacks. She knew mortals would pay money for a lot of things, including being fascinated by what they assumed was magic.

It was a lot better then the fires, at the very least. "Most of my stock is flash. For those who know, who believe, I have other things. But I have the typical books and candles."

"As long as I don't look it, that's okay," Hathor told the Greek with a wink. She turned to run a hand over some of the things on the shelf. "Books and candles and crystal balls and incense - these are the things I need. It's all about ambience with these people. And money isn't really an issue," she said, looking back at Hecate. "I'd rather be paying a fellow goddess anyway."