It was raining. Tympan loved the rain, it had rhythm. It also had melody and counter-melody, an almost complete musical piece. Unfortunately there was something missing, appreciation for this random gift. In fact, when Tym looked around it seemed that most people were miserable because of the rain. Everyone had an umbrella or hair covering of some sort. Tym did not, his blond hair was getting drenched and he loved every second. He was in his male rocker form today, his favourite form, but that had to change.

He stopped at a lamp post and looked to where he had been before. From out of nowhere music played, an intro to very well known and remade songs. The intro to 'It's Raining Men'. Tym jumped onto the post swinging himself around, but the person who came around was not Tym at all... It was Geri Halliwell. But, that's impossible... Wasn't she in England? Geri jumped from the lamp post and, without missing a beat, belted out the well know lyrics.

"Humidity is rising,
Barometer's getting low...
According to our sources,
The street's the place to go..."

The people around Geri were more than just a little confused. Well confused until Geri pointed at them (She was wearing silver nailpolish today) and then they started singing back-up. So when Geri sang "Tonight for the first time..." the random people on the street sang "First Time..." in perfect harmony.

Geri: "Just about half past ten..." The people: "Half past ten..." It was uncanny!

"For the first time in history,
It's gonna start raining men..."

And that was the que for some real dancing. Everyone who could hear the music was enthralled by it. Every male grabbed a female and the veriaty of dancing was endless. There were swingers, ballet dancers, clubbers, tango dancers, and the non-dancers they all picked up the beat. Girls were swung up into the air by complete strangers and loving every moment. Geri pointed to two women and gave them the lead. Geri stopped singing to shout. "And now presenting... The Weather Girls!"

And the two women started to sing, "It's Raining Men, Hallelujah..."

Geri dissappeared and in her place was a man. He wore a leather jacket and a Metalica t-shirt. His jeans were faded and had holes in the knees. He sat on the steps and smoked a cigarette. His fingernails were silver. He watched the people dancing and waited... He was just waiting for a new person to walk down the street. He wanted to see the expression on his or her face when they see these people dancing. It didn't seem wrong or tricky at all, everyone deserved a good time, even if you have to push them into it. He continued to smoke... And watch...

Grace loved the rain, she had always loved it, she especially loved being inside and pressing her hand against the cool glass of a window and staring out at the storm. But she wasn’t inside today. She was outside, and not dressed very well for the weather, anyone else watching would probably be pleased with her outfit, well, the sick pervert within them all.

It usually looked a lot better when dry, but while wet the clothing clung to her rather tightly, it was slightly annoying, impairing her ability to walk and not have people stare at her, well more then normal really. She longed for her coat, that she had somehow managed to leave at home, though she barely went anyweher with out it.

Puddles were slowly forming all around, reminding her, albeit briefly, about the fight with Zesiro. She quickly took advantage of these forming puddles and jumped into one, sending water splashing all about. She was less bored now, that was good. Some people where… singing? Tilting her head to the side, she looked up from her puddle and noticed that yes, many people where singing.

”Well, that’s a bit… peculiar..”

If Tym had noticed the other deity, he made no sign of it. He continued to watch his work. He reached out toward the railing and tapped out a beat with his fingers. The sound of metal on metal was heard, very strange for fingernails... The people dancing had become more in sync, lifting their partners into very complicated moves. It was very entertaining. Tym debated whether or not to take them into another song... A slower one... 'Singing in the Rain' maybe?

She glanced over at the only other person not singing, a guy sitting on the steps smoking. Grace never really liked smoking, she thought it was just kind of, well gross. She shrugged, the guy was a god, well, she THOUGHT he was of course, she was getting used to her powers, but well, she still messed up a lot.

The teleport trick is one of her favorites, it made it so she didn’t have to walk as much, which was boring. So, she was there standing in the rain and then not, because she was now standing behind Tym and standing in the rain. The thing didn’t seem as odd anymore, like Az had said, gods male their own fun.

She took a seat next to him on the steps. Crossing her legs she watched the people get better into the dancing and such.

” Is it all going to be rain oriented? It could get a bit boring after awhile…”

"Ey, I've never done it before... I wonder 'ow many rain songs I can remember... probably all of 'em." Tym didn't seemed at all surprised that Grace practically popped in out of thin air. Being a close personal friend to Azzy and Di takes all the surprise out of life. "I'm a real sucker for themes..." He continued to tap a rhythm on the railing. His head weaved to and fro. The music continued to play from out of nowhere. He wouldn't change anything, not at the moment, Music always finishes what he started.

”Oh, really? I never cared for themes much,” she didn’t seem very surprised he wasn’t surprised, like his view, being friends with Az and Di really does take away surprises. “I always thought they got a bit repetitive after awhile.” She continued to watch, them, she wanted to play too, but he had them first.

”Can I have some? I only need two, please?” she sounded like a little kid begging for a toy, which, she kind of was.

"Ey, what? Are you begging on my find? Get you own. 'ere not here for yer amusement, mate. Not after that insult, 'ere's nothing wrong with repeatition." His tone of voice didn't change but the words signified anger. "Bloody hell..." He muttered. "I claim seniority, bugger off." There was a bit more anger in his voice that time.

She pouted, looking more then a bit upset.

”Geez, I only wanted two!” she sighed. He was so unfun.

“Di and Az were a lot nicer then you,” a mumble, mostly inadubile.”

”Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you, it was only my opinion, which is generally not listened to…” Narrowing her violet eyes she glared at all of the dancers and singers.

"Ey, but I bet you didn't ask Azzy if you could steal 'is job." Tym huffed. He deducted by her resembilance to her father and her knowledge of Di and Azzy that she was the new goddess.

"Eh, can't say I blame you though. Love's always looking to meddle in someone's elses work." He said bitterly, either she had done a big injustice, he didn't take apologies will or he was in a bad mood.

”I didn’t want to steal your job, I only wanted one. Well…two… An it’s not mine fault really, blame my dad…” She had been able to talk about him more often now; the stabbing pain was now a faintly dull ache.

“And you are quite right, it’s just my nature, just like you probably try and find an inner tune or rhythm to everything around you. Like in places where there really is none…”

She extended a hand , “My name’s Grace..”

"The name's Tympan. And 'ere is music everywhere; silence is a myth and breaks are part of music." He took the hand and gave it two floppy, seemingly uncoordinated shakes. "What brings you to my neck of the woods eh?" He grinned as his head swayed to a more jubilent beat.

The song was over and the women, who were now being held up by strange men, started wacking their assailants with bags, purses or fists. The people started walking along as if nothing had happened. Tym ignored the change in his dancer's behaviour, his focus was on Grace.

”Nice to meet you, Tympan, and see, as I said, you hear music everywhere, and like you can’t stop hearing it, I can’t stop interfering with stuff.” She smiled at him weakly. Her gaze briefly flittered to the finished dancers who were hitting each other before going back to Tym.

”Well, I guess you could say because it was raining and I wanted to go outside, oh, and because I was tracking down a few butterflies…” Yeah, that probably sounded really odd and random…

"Right then, butterflies eh? Catching 'em without a net I see. Bloody hard way to do it." He took a drag of his cigarette and then left it in his mouth. While he spoke the cigarette moved up and down, seemingly ready to fall out. "I don't catch butterflies, s'more fun ta watch 'em. Sometimes I slow 'ere wings down just ta see what happens. No big mystery though, they fall. Bloody boring if you ask me. I asked Di to make one drunk once, it continued to fly the same way. Naturally discoordinated buggers."

”I’m more tracking them really, I made some in a club with Az, it was kinda his idea, I was telling him about when Di and I where in the alley, and the little bird-boy got angry at me for making him gay, so we decided we should change some random guys into as Az put it ‘ Like, rainbow-wearing big-time-pride guys” She was still staring oddly at the cigarette. She never liked smoking, it smelled gross.

"Eh? Heh, first time I've ever heard a deity that was focused on one thing then. Well, first in a long time anyway." Grace's ramblings sounded to him like a child bragging to her parents about the drawing she made at school. "Can't say I 'ave much interest in that then. 'ere are better ways of keepin the population down you know." Cigarette still moving up and down with every word, it was almost like he had forgotten it was there.

She shrugged, “It was Azzy’s idea anyway. So, your coming to The Triskele Club tonight, right?” She shook her head, banishing the thoughts of the cigarette from her mind. “And it’s not really one thing, more like a lot, Az decided we should be un-bored.” She let it hang at that, the images of a platypus or a cow lycanthrope bright in her mind.

"Azzy's always looking for a kick. I swear he even tries to play with my mind 'e does. I make my own fun and so does Di, it passes the time quickly it does." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped it out.

"Ey, but as for the Triskele Club, if Azzy tells the deities we 'ave to be there or if 'e suggests it, we be 'ere for sure. It's not costumary to anger the God that could end yer career, perminently. Ah but I love the bugger. He tall, lanky and doesn't really carry on a conversation but at least he has a sense of humour. Bloody wish he didn't take my musicians though. I never get a chance ta finish with 'em. I can't really blame Azzy for that. And I really can't stay mad at Di long either." Tym seemed to stare blankly, so many memories. His head swayed a bit slower. Thoughout his monologue he made some discoordinated waves with his hands, like a dance to his voice.

”Di’ is fun. I like how he doesn’t get angry at me very easily. It is kind of his fault though, that you loose so many, but I don’t think he means to, I think it needs to be compared to a kid playing with a fragile toy that he doesn’t know is fragile, well maybe he knows, but foegets or something, well any way, he doesn’t mean to break it, but it ends up being shattered in his fun/ Or soemthign like that, and I bet you already knre wthat, so my similie was quite unneeded.” She smiled sheepishly.

”Az just has, weird conversations, we had one about how I wanted a goat and where to buy one before he finally took me to go get one….”

Tym nodded. "A goat eh? Right, fun that. I remember the time I got my first goat. Good eating, them.." He took a cigarette pack out of his pocket and put another cigarette into his mouth. He didn't light it... Yet...

A look of confusion, but it passes just as soon as it comes.

”Oh, I didn’t eat mine, I’m keeping it as a pet, it’s really cute, I always wanted a pet goat, I brought it up when we were talking about weird lycanthropes. It’s really fluffy, but it seems to like to chew on everything, I’m trying to decide whether or not it’s worse then a puppy.”

Another cigarette, this was driving her insane. She turned to him, sitting on her knees and grabbing his shoulders to turn him around, she leaned close to him, as if going into kiss him. Instead she bit away his cigarette and let it fall into her lap.

”If you want to smoke, then fine, but if you are just going to talk, put it in later!” she sounded a bit exasperated “It’ very distracting, and I am quite easily distracted.”

"Right! Then..." Tym seems to consider this for a moment. Then he takes out another cigarette and lights it. He happily smokes it in silence. He offers Grace a wink.

A small rueful grin. She asked for it didn’t she? Next time just say something about not smoking around her or something. She shook her head “Fair enough, Tym, fair enough.”

That deserved a smile from Tym. He sighed and took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped it out. "Bloody things don't work anyway. How can I ignore the god of love if you're gonna smile at me like that, eh? Bloody not fair." Another sigh from the god of Music.

"Ey, but the God of Music isn't without 'is 'eart you know. Any requests mate?" He said with a wink and maybe a little sparkle in his eye.

Another grin, bright and a bit more alluring.

”Thanks, it usually is hard to ignore me unless I want someone too. I have a habbit of drawing attention to me, intentional or not.” A request? Hn..

”Maybe something by Queen, or something by The Doors…”

"Queen, ey? Me thinks you said the magic word. Queen's what I do! Why do you think everyone knows the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody, eh? Well, actually it used to be my calling spell until a sudden paradox 'appened. Ey, that was terrible... And messy not to mention messy... But which song... We will rock you is might bit too easy..." The God of Music seemed to give this thought much consideration. The fact that he was actually thinking about it was amazing. "Eh... Why don't you be a bit more specific on the song there Love?"

She decided not to ask about the ‘messy’ happenings with the song as his former calling spell. Love was he using it the way that Azzy used it? As an actual name? Or was he using it as a term of endearment that so many people with that type of accent did? Well, she didn’t know.

”Bohemian Rhapsody will do, unless you would prefer something else?” She turned a bit and fidgeted so she was more comfortable then before.

"Hell no! Bohemian it is!" Tym stood up. Somewhere along the way up Tym became a conductor. He had a black smoking jacket with tails and black dress pants. His hair was white, sticking out like Einstein was taking shock therapy. The man he was now was ancient and carried the air of a snooty rich and high-class bum. With his nose almost straight up in the air he decended from the stairs. He carried a baton delicately in his fingers.

With his silver nails sparkling he tapped the baton on the hood of a car and held it up. Silence followed that motion. Four men from the streets walked up to the God of Music. They didn't look anything like Queen but when Tym brought the baton down they sure as hell sounded like Queen.

"Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality..."

The conductor left the quartet on it's own as he walked over to the car he had tapped on before. He opened the door as if it had never been locked. He rolled down the window and the car radio played in the background. Just the piano, no voices, a very strange thing for a radio station to do.

Tym went back to the stair case and leaned on the rail, waiting. He gave a wink to Grace as he watched and listened.