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[h_hollister]

Enter one fed-up crazy woman.

"So. Single mum. Used to it. Raising two boys, all has been well for the last twelve years."

She pulls a pack of Rothmans out of the back pocket of her jeans and lights up, a true sign that she's at her wits' end. She never smokes in public. Like....less so than she drinks in public, which is saying a hell of a lot.

"Except now puberty is hitting. Suddenly I'm getting hormones along with the sass. Suddenly my sweet little boys are turning into aggressive little men. Should I douse myself in testosterone to establish dominance? Or should I find a better outlet for my little hellions?"

This marks the first real question Hippolyta Hollister has asked in many, many years. Pay heed.

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[h_hollister]

"And here's me without a single god on hand. Shame, really."

So far everybody seems to be saying that she needs to let her kids out from under her big broody hen wings, and she's just not quite there yet. Ugh.

"Let's just say I'd be happiest if they simply avoided all of my particularly egregious errors. Because they were egregious. And big. And one of them actually started a war here, as a matter of fact."

Sort of.

[gorogorogoro_chan]

Majima casts his eye around the Nexus. "Pretty sure I seen a few gods wanderin' around this place. Maybe they'd be willin' to help."

He raises an eyebrow at the war comment. "I hope stakes ain't that high for a couple pubescent kiddos. I was thinkin' more 'doin' stupid stunts on a bike' or 'playin' hooky from school.'"

[h_hollister]

"Home schooled," she corrects absently, still puffing away on that cigarette. Yup. Somebody get her poor boys out of the house. Er. Castle.

"But...I suppose you're right. I just don't quite know how yet."