It wasn't something Enyo ever though she would say, but the chaos in the sandbox was getting monotonous and therefore... was no longer holding any interest for her. It was basically the same exact thing over and over again and at this point, until someone was willing to something in even a remotely new fashion, or at least on a grander scale, she needed to wash her hands of it. It wasn't her territory anyway. Technically. It was Nergal's. Sort of.

And she hadn't even had the delight of catching a glimpse of him out there to make inhaling that dust and having to rinse sand out of every crevice on her body for days after leaving worthwhile. So, that was out. Perhaps she could go stick her nose in the Russia-Ukraine business. The Slavic gods were cranky but, hey... ( she could pick a side and throw some wrenches in that mess.  )

It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?

( The List )

It took some time after the filthy Norseman left before Enyo did anything of substance. There had been a momentary thought that he wasn't quite as filthy as he was in past times. She couldn't speak for their Nazi camp meeting, since she'd barely had time to absorb anything other than the bullet he put in her. But it seemed that he'd at least discovered soap and maybe a flea comb. Still missing a hand. She didn't understand why he just didn't repair his corpus, or at least get a hook or something.

But everything else, she hadn't given it any consideration until a number of days later. She still wasn't really considering the likelihood that Lefty would have just happened upon the Brat to ask her to take him to Violence's Olympic temple. ( It was just awfully coincidental that the one he found happened to be her niece.  )

Eris put off talking to Blonde Thing for as long as she possibly could, but when she got back from the party it was almost 2 am, and the radio wasn't playing anything new, no matter how hard Eris hit it. She managed to wait another few minutes by looking for kangeroos in the shapes on her ceiling, but then she found one, and it reminded her of Hermod. After that, the bundle of nerves in her stomach started looping around her vital organs and Eris couldn't wait any longer. It was too late for a regular social call, so Eris grabbed her bucket of nail polish and made her way to the temple of Love.

She crept in and stealthily made it past all of the attendants, and up to Blonde Thing's door. Normally, Eris would just walk in without knocking, because that way she was more likely to see something no one wanted her to. This time though, Eris needed a favor, and advice. This meant that she had to try and get on Love's good side. She knocked.

Eris waited a couple seconds and then knocked harder. “Hey,” Eris called through the door, “Are you awake?” If the love goddess didn't answer, Eris would have to call even louder, or go home and get her megaphone. “Please,” she said, “I need your help.” If Blonde Thing never answered, Eris didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew it would involve glitter, and google, both of which were entirely unreliable. Eris didn't want unreliable in this case. If Eris did, she wouldn't be there asking Blonde Thing for help.

Hybris was having a fine day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, although that part was actually kind of annoying. Seagulls really didn't make very attractive noises. The repetitive cawing was just horrific now that she thought about it. That's when she slipped the buds of her ipod into her ears to drown that out. The sun was still good though, warming her skin, as was the cool drink in her hand. The tall strawberry daiquiri was so tasty. She could swear she'd never had one better. ( Naturally, her beauty had spurned the bartender to do a better job. )

When Eris woke up that morning, she'd planned for it to be a routine day where she took care of all of her meetings and responsibilities. A Business Eris day. Instead it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon and she was lying stomach first on top of her brand new crate while she flipped through the pages of a home and gardens magazine. Every once in awhile she'd pop her bubblegum, or turn the magazine backwards, or push her sunglasses down her nose a little to look at the occasional car as it passed on the road beside her, but mostly Eris spent her time rolling around on the crate trying to find the most comfortable position. Crates did not great reading furniture make. She was lying on her back with hair hanging over one side of the crate while she looked at the world upside down when the face of her salvation suddenly came to her.

( Read more... )

Posting Order: Zeus, Hera, Eris, Enyo, Hebe

This had to have been Hera's idea, he thought to himself as he drummed his fingers along the table in the informal dining room of his palace on Olympus. It wasn't that he despised his children with Hera, quite the opposite in terms of Hebe and Illythia, but some of them were quite difficult and tended to cause him moments of disgust where Zeus couldn't help but wonder if it was really worth claiming them as his own. Three troublemakers: Ares, Enyo and Eris. They tended to cause him more headache than pride. ( True, they could be useful, but that was only on an occasional basis and he didn't find there was ever much need to interact with them when they weren't needed. )

There were a few theories where the term flea market came from, but Rosmerta had always been partial to the explanation that it came from the French term marché aux puces, or “market where one acquires fleas.” It was likely because of the prevalence of fleas that infested the furniture that had been brought home from the original marché aux puces, an outdoor bazaar in Paris. But wherever the term had come from, she was definitely a fan of the thing itself. ( There was something for everybody at a flea market. )

Churchill Downs was all a flutter with activity. Which made sense. It was the most exciting two days of the year at the Louisville, Kentucky track. Zeus had been on site since early yesterday. Mostly for networking purposes, as while he had interest in the Oaks -the filly race held on Friday, from a gambling side of things, he had other things on his mind. He had a horse in the Derby.

( It was a very tricky business, racing horses. )