Thursday, September 11th, 2014

Bored, Bored, Bored (Dionysos)

[info]zelos_dot_com
There was nothing to do. No crisis to avert. No family member in danger. No girl to hide from Hera. Nothing. Zelos was not overly fond of having nothing to do. It gave him too much time to dwell in his own head. That always had the possibility of going badly.

Rivalry went to the throne room, hoping that Zeus was there and had some assignment for him. No such luck. The room was empty/ )
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Sunday, June 22nd, 2014

Fun with Duct Tape (tag: Ninkasi)

[info]zagreus
Days flowed like water: swirling, twirling, fluid eddies of time that did not follow a rigid, straight line. Dionysus floated along on the current, letting life take him where it may, enjoying the moments as he lived them. After having an adventure with his Daddy-mommy, there had been something with a theater troupe in Minnesota that involved a lot of chiffon. Following that-- or was it between?-- there was something with an artist and a blow torch, and Dio semi-firmly recalled marshmallows. At some point, he'd had fun with one of darling Love's little babies, sharing in some wonderfully destructive behavior. And he was pretty certain that he'd been to wedding. That had been a wedding hadn't it? It felt like a wedding. )
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Sunday, May 18th, 2014

DIY Disaster (Open)

[info]loveavenger
Anteros surveyed his apartment. It had definitely seen better days, but now that his run of bad luck was over, he could finally do something about it. His first instinct had been to hire a professional to remodel and redecorate, but then he had gotten caught up in watching marathons of House Crashers, Room Crashers, Bath Crashers, and Kitchen Crashers. He had even watched some Yard Crashers and Desperate Landscapes, but he didn't have a front or back yard to worry about.

The more he watched HGTV and DIY, the more Anteros felt like he could handle this job on his own. All he needed was tools and time, if they could redo rooms in 3 days, why couldn't he? Ok, he was realistic, knowing that it would take him far more than 3 days to get the work done, at least if he wanted it to look good. Truthfully though, he probably shouldn't have laughed at and slept through the episodes of Renovation Realities.

The first step was demolition. It always looked like so much fun when Josh Temple did it. Anteros had to admit that between the chicken and the bad luck, a lot of demolition had already been done. He probably should just clean out the damage and access how bad things were, but he really wanted to swing a sledge hammer and take out a wall. They did it all the time on TV, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?
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Wednesday, April 30th, 2014

Huzzah! (tag: Zeus)

[info]zagreus
There were days when Dionysus felt remarkably normal. Things around him were calm, rational, and ran smoothly. His brain did not flare off into wild tangents that led him down rabbit holes or into abbattoirs of horror. He could simply sit and think pleasant, normal thoughts, while doing nothing out of the ordinary at all. It was incredibly boring.

Fortunately, this was not one of those days. )
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Thursday, October 31st, 2013

Thirsty Thursday Halloween Bash! - [open to anyone that wants to!]

[info]brew_maven
The place was packed, which was how it was supposed to be. There were costumes everywhere... also exactly how it was supposed to be. Because it was Halloween. It was also Chicago and Americans went all crazy for the holiday. On top of that, it was Thirsty Thursday, something everyone in the American Midwest was familiar with. Professional drinkers, this lot, and Ninkasi loved them for it. Most of the costumed were immortal in some way, not just gods but nymphs and the like as well, but she was clearly allowing an occasional mortal in as well. There were rules outside to her bouncers for screening them properly.

Shortly, the specialty taps would be opened and her private brews would begin to flow. Which is what, she was sure, Kratos was hoping and/or waiting for. Wherever he was. )
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Sunday, February 24th, 2013

Well, that was unexpected. [Tag: Dionysus]

[info]the_firebringer
It had been a stressful few weeks: stocks were down, weather was shit, the elevator in the condo was out for maintenance. One of his neighbors had a kid with some form of screaming illness like colic. He thought about buying them out, maybe tearing down the wall between his condo and theirs and putting in a home theater. One of those super swank ones with recliners and a popcorn machine. But then he remembered that stocks were down and he couldn't afford buying a 2 million dollar condo then adding another couple hundred thousand in renovations on top of that.

And then he remembered he wasn't actually Peter Keagan, philanthropist-trust-fund-stock-market-guru. That was his mortal identity. He was once Prometheus, a Titan. A God. Of course, that hadn't been true in centuries. In an effort to console himself, Prometheus decided to do one of the few things that still made him content. He spent the better part of the afternoon sculpting a hand from clay. ) After a few hours work, Prometheus sat back to admire what he had made. It looked far to real to sell or trade to his usual art co-ops. It was propped up on it's own fingers, like a pianist's hand ready to play a concerto, fingers at the ready above the keys. He chuckled to himself as he was suddenly reminded of the hand from The Addams Family.

Then the hand twitched. It's fingers flexed and pushed, and it skittered across the work table like a 5 legged spider. Prometheus did what any sane, rational individual would do; he screamed like a girl, fell backwards off his work bench, flailed around for anything that could be used as a weapon, and beat the clay hand to death with a hammer.

Once the mangled mess of clay was safely in the kiln where it could skitter no longer, Prometheus took a few deep, calming breaths and grabbed his cell phone. He flicked through his contacts to find the only person he could think to call at this moment and dialed. Answer your damned phone, Dionysus...
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Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

Prodigal Son (open to anybody on Olympus)

[info]zagreus
The cacophony of sound was raucous and nearly violent, spreading out in rippling bursts of noise that mirrored the damage being done to the pristine lawns that covered most of the mountain. When the percussion section began, it only grew louder and clouds of dust rose as the bricks from the walkway were clapped together. But it led to a good deal of dancing, which only made the singers whoop louder in appreciation. Then somebody accidentally stepped on one of opossums, and the shrieks joined in with the whooping and the hollering and somebody started with the first zaghareet, which was swiftly followed by an entire chorus. There was absolutely no doubt:Dionysus was back on Olympus. )
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Sunday, January 20th, 2013

Mi Casa, Su Casa [tag: Thanatos, Dionysos]

[info]asynia_frigg
Frigg was not doing well. She was fairly certain that Idun was doing worse, but the Norse Queen was beside herself. Bragi was still not found. How many months had it been and there wasn't even a single lead to grab onto. They were all devastated and there wasn't anything she could do to make it right. There were really no words of support or encouragement left in her. She needed to get away for a night. To be someone else and put this mess behind her. Then tomorrow she could come back and look at it with fresh eyes.

Except that when usually when she needed a getaway Bragi was the one to take her on it. He always had the most brilliant ideas and he would find a way to make her smile and laugh. But Bragi was gone, he was not there to make her see the bright light at the end of darkest tunnel. There was no one even holding a match to show her a glimmer hope.

It was with that utter hopelessness that Frigg decided she was the worst Queen in the entire history of Queens because it was impossible for her to stay strong and be the face of her pantheon when so much of her strength was gone. And Odin could only be her crutch for so long. She knew she needed to just roll over and admit defeat. Hera would like that and partially, Frigg didn't care. This was why she ended up at a dimly lit, smoky bar in Tijuana. )
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