Getting a fake ID was never so easy. Well, barring the spaceship ride to another universe bit anyways. Persephone looks at her own ID with a frown. The picture is alright but the name...
"Penelope Underhill. Yeah... no." She puts it in her pocket regardless. One doesn't just toss out an ID freely given but she doesn't intend for a second to introduce herself to people as Penelope. She's a god and so long as the person asking isn't a cop or a label-rep she'll be telling the truth.
What she wanted was to get moving and find out what was going on with Luci, find out if she was actually really there. Rummaging through her pockets she came up with a pack of cigarettes, only to find just one left.
"Shit, now we really need to get to civilization."
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"Penelope Underhill. Yeah... no." She puts it in her pocket regardless. One doesn't just toss out an ID freely given but she doesn't intend for a second to introduce herself to people as Penelope. She's a god and so long as the person asking isn't a cop or a label-rep she'll be telling the truth.
What she wanted was to get moving and find out what was going on with Luci, find out if she was actually really there. Rummaging through her pockets she came up with a pack of cigarettes, only to find just one left.
"Shit, now we really need to get to civilization."