mythopoeics

[There was something both soothing and awkward about their current predicament at the hands of Khaos, which was filling Eve with all manner of conflicted feelings. On one hand, she felt comfortable in this era, wearing a dress and being useful for her skills as a potential wife and mother, but on the other hand she couldn't find Adam after reuniting with him so recently. She wouldn't say their first meeting had gone well, but it had been a start, and she was looking forward to continuing working towards some sort of relationship with him -- be it friendly or something more.

Whenever she found her gaze drawn to the asylum, she'd get a sinking feeling in her chest. She wondered if anyone she knew was in there, and what she would do if they were. After a few moments of contemplation, she would simply bow her head and pray that anyone she might know inside those foreboding walls had the strength to survive.]

Quite honestly, I don't believe in this "in the reincarnate closet" business that seems to be going on. Shouldn't we all be open about who we are, if we're all of the same kind? Maybe we won't go admitting we're Zeus or Loki to our coworkers and clients, but what's the harm between us?

Here's my secret: my name starts with Ad and ends with Am.

I see you there, Eve.

I was at the Farmer's Market today, one of the last ones of the year I'm sure, and I was thinking about how lovely it would be to have a dinner party. Then I realized that I don't know many people here anymore because of all the different situations we've all had to deal with, and that made me a bit sad.

I'd still like to have a dinner party or even a potluck gathering of some sort, and since I need to widen my social circle a bit I figure I'd extend the offer to anyone interested. For those who don't know, my given name is Genevieve Jones, but I was better known as Eve, and it would be my pleasure to make the acquaintance of most anyone interested in getting to know and enjoying some delightful food with me.

If you're interested, let me know when would be best for you. Also, if you have any dietary restrictions it would be good for me to be aware of those as well, just in case.

I think it's funny how in that other place I worked as a nanny, and here I have the same profession. It made easing myself back into the day to day grind of things easier, I suppose.

It's nice, being back.

[Filter: Eve]
So... Um About the-

Hi.

[Filter: Eve]

Our sister, whoever she was, is dead. It's likely she wasn't anyone at all, though. We'll know if we ever return. In any case, I'm sure you must have heard by now.

I'll be home to deal with you soon. Don't move.

[Filter: Private]

And maybe I'll let you know who I am then. Perhaps as I pin you down and take away everything that makes you wrong. And Adam, will Adam see you so docile and submissive then? So perfect to put under him and treat like a second-class thing?

I'll ruin you, Eve. I'll drag you into hell and have you remold in the horror and filth all demons come to adore and treasure. And what will your precious fucking husband think then?

[Filter: Public]

And life goes on, it seems.

Can someone here in the Camelotian castle please do something about that little servant? My nerves are being grated here. I rather not have to go on poor terms. Presumptuous of me and I do not care but I imagine if we might actually be stuck here longer than we all would like that we better play nice still with the other regions and whatnot. Rulers are still rulers and servants are still servants.

As if I care. I just want to see him annoyed.

[Filter: Mordred]

Old friend.

[Filter: Set]

Marshal, as per our discussion, my army will be moving across the border to engage Niflheim.

[Filter: Eve]

Are you well?


[Filter: Percival]

[Filter: Iriy high ranks]

We will cross the border with Babylon and keep south, until we engage Niflheim.

[He was tired. Honestly and truly tired. He'd managed to get around a cold without much trouble, something he was glad for. He hadn't wanted to deal with it. It had taken some vitamin C and get a little more sleep. It had meant pushing aside things that he wanted to do to get that sleep, but it wasn't worth the cold that would hit him.

He was going to take a weekend to see Eve and relax. Hopefully he wouldn't make a terrible impression. He'd get her something. A present. That should do well.]

[Filter: Eve]
This weekend. I'd like to visit if it wouldn't be a problem. I would've come earlier, but I was a little under the weather and I didn't want to get anyone sick. Probably for Saturday.

[Filter: Hebe]
How are you? Has that brother of mine been behaving himself? Did you get the kitten?

[Filter: Public]
Today's been a good day, actually. Now that I'm not partly sick I got enough sleep and lunch was good and it was nice out. I stubbed my toe, but I'm okay with that. It didn't really hurt that much anyway. Okay, so it fucking hurt, but...I'm being optimistic...or something. At least not for very long.

I've been enjoying my job lately, the family who I nanny for has two lovely children who both have been rather enthusiastic about the games I've introduced them to. The boy is at that age where he enjoys seeing the soldiers, and has spent more than a few hours telling me all about how one day he'll be one of them. The girl just wants to be a princess.

At least the weather has been nice, for what it's worth.

[Filter: Eve]
So I've been pretty shit at this fiance thing
Hey
Considering I might be behaving like an ass

I was thinking about a visit either this weekend or next or...whenever is good for you. We could go out for dinner.

How are you, by the way? Since I forgot to ask last time I wrote because I was too busy talking about bread And sorry if I've been a bit distracted lately. Work's been...busy.

[Filter: Siblings]
How's everyone today? I'm tired

How's Camelot? Less angry, I hope.

[Filter: Private]

I'm done jabbing at the Czar today. I wonder, though, if Selene will visit him tonight.

[Filter: Family (all relations including in-laws)]

It's nice to be home, I suppose. We'll see how long it is before the Czar sends me off, though. At least I've never minded the travel. Part of me hopes I'll get to go to Babylon. I wonder if I can get citizenship there as well. I'd love a set of husbands to maintain.

Eve, is your engagement still on? Or have you reconsidered being someone's pet wife?

[Filter: Iriyian high ranks]

The Emperor of Ryugu-jo and I are negotiating. While, I would much rather fight Niflheim head-on without any aid, it would be foolish to think that could work, especially with Camelot who may interfere on behalf of Niflheim.

Your opinions?

[Filter: Eve]

Are you well?

It's good to see things as back to what we've come to expect as normal. I won't think about the child or husband I had there. I can't. I already miss them. I hope that everyone who has found themselves hospitalized get well soon, and that it's a long time before we find ourselves in a situation like that again.

[ filter; apollo ]
Why did you do it?
Why did you make us
Are you home yet?

[ filter; calliope ]
She didn't watch did she?

[ filter; angels ]
I'm sorry
Everyone alright and accounted for?

[ filter; war ]
Are you alright?

[ filter; public ]
Well this is new; I've never been a zombie before.

Apparently the hospital staff frowns upon patients trying to insistently check themselves out in a stupor. Needless to say I'm well rested now although my side and gut still feel as though they've been split open, and pretty sure I've eaten my weight in blue jello.

Lena I'm sorry for falling into that candy striper, and knocking over a gurney... and anything else any damages I may have caused the hospital. Thank you for having them sedate me

Well thank fuck that's over with.


[Private]

It was nice of Khaos to let me have a son even if for only a couple of weeks. I haven't even tried to have a child in this lifetime, but I have to be very picky. Not just anyone will do.

[Filtered to his Roman family.]

Although we are no longer related I still wanted to see how you all were doing.

This is awkward. Very awkward. I'm married. I have a husband. And a child. A son. I... don't know my husband's name.

I suppose, as far as circumstances go, mine could be stranger. I seem to be living in a rather nice house, and my son is a joy to behold. I wonder whowhere his father is...

Tomorrow is Cinco De Mayo, and I was thinking of making a nice dinner to celebrate the break from the craziness we've been experiencing. Would anyone be interested? I've got a few recipes I've been looking forward to trying out, and enjoy the idea of entertaining.

Just let me know.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya..

Actually it's Nate. Though some know me as Gabriel. I'm a Leo; I like average walks through the city, traveling, talking for hours on end, and I will eat anything you put in front of me that has an unhealthy amount of sugar. So what's the buzz, tell me what's happening?

Who do I know, who don't I know, who should I know? Talk to me, Goose!

It's nice being back in the city after spending so much time away. I'll admit, I had my reasons for not being around, but I missed the hustle and bustle. It's also good to be working again, and I'm thrilled that the weather is getting nicer so that Nora and I can spend time outside.

Uriel, thank you again for coming with me last Wednesday. I appreciated it.

[filter; eve]
It occurs to me that we missed your mother's service because of the maze. I'd like to pay my respects if that would be possible.

[filter; angels]
You are all well?

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And after everything that's happened over the past few months, this is somehow the least surprising of all. My divorce came through this morning. I didn't contest it.

There'll be a further custody hearing this month but, to be honest, I can't contest that, either. It's not fair to drag two children into this mess of a life I lead.

I hope you all have an enjoyable Easter, if you celebrate it at this time (I shall follow in a week) but, for now, it's back unto the breach. Being on call is never quiet but at least I can do some good, I guess.

After it all, I'm fucking glad to be out of there.

It's Easter. Brothers, I am going to St Thomas' on 5th. I fucking need something constant-

[Things had not been going well for Eve. Her mother was sick, hospitalized for problems with her heart (it started with a heart attack, but it quickly became apparent that the damage was more extensive than the doctors originally thought) and had been fading fast. During the time period when emotional responses made odd things happen (in her case small static pulses leaping from her hands, shocking people and things) Eve had ended up getting kicked out of the hospital because of the way the machines were responding to her. It was while she was barred from visiting her mother that things took a turn for the worse, and after a long battle, she soon received word that her mother had asked to see a priest.

Her mother was dying, and much as Eve could appear strong for her around others, inside she was a mess.]

It's always difficult, and even a little strange, when we have to say goodbye to someone important to us for the last time. It's so unfair, how is it if I die I come back, but my mother... She lived a good, long life, and I just know she'll be reunited with my father. Requiescat in pace, mom.

I'm making it a point to run over the next asshole that walks out in front of my car because they were too fucking distracted by their cellphones to watch where they're going.

It's not my job to look out for your dumb ass.

On that note. Hi. I'm Jason. I might be making hood ornaments out of half the population of the entire Lower East Side. Just so you know.

[After everything that had happened in Zurvan -- the being a part of something far bigger than herself, having family who genuinely cared about her and made her feel worthwhile, and even her interactions with Samael being so loose and unmarred by the horrible decisions of her current life -- it was no shock that Eve was longing for those days to be a reality once again. When she had returned (well, not really, since she apparently hadn't been gone in the first place) it was to the news that her mother had suffered a severe heart attack and needed around the clock care while she recovered.

Unwilling to let anyone else care for the woman who had given birth to and raised her, Eve had put aside her college aspirations to move back home so that her mother could be cared for properly. Despite her best efforts, however, her mother didn't seem to be getting better and had ended up hospitalized once again. To say Eve was wearing herself thin with worry would be putting it mildly.]

If anyone is in much of a mood to pray, or to send out positive thoughts, please spare one for my mother. She hasn't been doing well, but I'm sure this is just a temporary setback. At least I hope so.

[Filter: Zurvan family]

Please tell me if you're well. I'd like to know.

I'm ... doing as well as can be expected. Nothing missing or that can't be handled. I pray.

[Filter: Iseult]

I know you were Mordred's bride. I'm just now catching up on all that happened after the revolt. Even what happened during.

Are you well?

[Things had not been going well for Eve. Between the random and unexpected return of her memories as well as the realization that Horus most likely had been caught and killed she had never felt more adrift than she did currently. With no word from Tristan either, things seemed bleak. Her brief conversation with Samael, while a welcome diversion, did not change the fact that she was currently hiding out in an inn on the outskirts of Ilium wondering if and when someone was coming to kill her for her participation in the revolt.

She had to take action, and fast. Ride to Camlann, perhaps, like she told Samael she would. The idea of putting him in a position where he might be forced to protect her was upsetting, but where else could she go? There was always the option of just going where the wind took her, but that was a daunting prospect. Still. She had to do something.

Approaching the innkeeper, she bartered with him to gain a horse in exchange for a bracelet that she dimly remembered getting as a gift. It's sentimental value was outweighed by necessity; the innkeepers' wife found it pretty and she wouldn't get far on foot even if she had a better chance of evading capture. Loading up her meager possessions, she wrote two quick notes, and was on her way.]

[Filter; Family (Gawain, Hathor, Patroclus, Tristan)]
Family, I am safe. Please do not try to find me. I apologize for any upset that I may have caused, but I agree with Tristan about the state of things.

[Filter; Samael]
Samael, I didn't want to mention it openly, as I didn't want to involve you, but I was a part of the revolt in Ilium. I know not whether there are still people looking for me due to my part in it, but I have acquired a horse and am intent on finding you. As I said earlier, if I do not make it then know that I tried, and that I would have enjoyed seeing Prince Samael in all his glory. Please know that I love you, inasmuch as I think I could. Stay safe, and feel better.

[Samael is a big man and a strong man and, despite Leukothoe's undoubted skills as an assassin, he survives.

When he opens his eyes, he thinks to tell the community of the strange dream he had in which he was a prince in a very foreign land who got stabbed for no good reason. When he opens his eyes, he sees that he's lying in a large four-poster bed, with a bandage wrapped around his torso.

He scrambles for his journal, which fucking exists, and, holy fuck, all the memories-]

WHAT THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?

( so instead of thinking i just act before i have the chance to contemplate the consequence of action )

[Filter: Ilium Revolution group]

We all want the same thing: justice for the voices that go unheard. Help for the working class, those who support this region and struggle every day because the upper classes do not offer enough aid. Many are forced to first beg before anything is possibly given and that isn't right. Whether a nobleman or a peasant, help should never be granted when you are at the end of your rope and must also sacrifice your pride just for coin or a bit of food.

I know there is unrest and I know that things can go wrong in the next few days. In the very case things get out of control, please see my sister for how to get out of the city and then Ilium. I pray it we do not end up having to use force I pray so hard that things can be peaceful but we must be prepared for anything.

Just keep yourselves safe, my friends. Keep yourselves armed as well.



[ooc: this filter is for anyone part of this and those Tristan has spoken to or involved (Eve, Percival, Modred, Horus, etc). if you want to be included, just nudge me on the post so we know! and also whether your character will be caught or escape.]

There's something about spending my time chasing my nephews and their pets that makes me happy, but I have yet to put my finger on what it is. I'm not sure if it's because their laughter makes me feel like laughing, or because I just enjoy spending time with them, but I know that I'll be quite sad if the day ever comes when they don't want to spend time with their 'favorite' auntie.

I'm so thankful that my brother and his lovely wife never seem to mind my tagging along on their journeys.

[Filter; Private]
I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling very alone. I know I have my family along with Hathor and my little nephews Luca, Mishka, and Sasha, but I feel like something is missing. I find myself watching Patroclus and Hathor and envying what they have with each other, and try as I might to deny it I want that kind of connection with someone. I'm just not sure I'll ever be able to find it, as it takes a lot to make me want to give anyone a second look. It's a bit embarrassing as well, since I don't really know who to talk to about these things.

Oh well.

[filter; freyja]

Camlann is quiet without her. I do not like it. It's not even that she's a rowdy creature; she is as delicate and silent as becomes any princess.

Go on. Tell me that it is my fault. Tell me that you can kiss it better.

[filter; public]

It's so nice to be in Ilium, especially being there with family. That reminds me, I believe I have some brothers in need of hugs and a bit of catching up. Of course, that would have to wait until after I help entertain the boys and take a look around.

Patroclus, Hathor, do we know how long we'll be staying?

Hello Ilium! Ilians, what do you loove about your region? Tell me!

My Luca is pawing at the
mommy said

We are nearly in Ilium. Roll out the red carpet.

(The boys have been so well-behaved on this journey, and my girls and the cats, too.)

I got to watch the sunrise this morning, something I haven't done in a while. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it being, and I wish I had either the words or skill to somehow paint a picture of everything I saw. The miracle of nature will never fail to amaze me.

I want to travel. Where is appealing at this time of year?

[filter; sisters]

What news of the boy king? Is he coming to claim our Polyxena? Shall we welcome him into our fold?

It's funny, I've finally gotten a rare moment to myself so that I could jot down some thoughts, and I can't think of a thing worth writing. Isn't that always the case?

Matters of politics tend to fly over my head unless I am being paid to be involved but I do not like that sorrow is in the air.

My services are, of course, available to the highest bidder. My name is Patroclus and -



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and that was my son, Sasha. Excuse me for a moment.

[(is this thing on?) (flick to video feed) Zeus' expression is sombre and his tone is quiet and only those who know him can likely tell how angry he is, though the flickering of the video feed gives away a little of his state of mind]

This is not ideal, to say the least. I propose we gather together. Strength in numbers might not matter a damn but we all have our abilities, diluted and lessened though they are. I refuse to cower under a bed or hide at the end of a bottle. We're going to Dylan Thomas this bitch, you hear? Though the night may not be good, we'll not go gentle, either.

Blackwells. Maud and Milly. Dante. Reza. Gregory. My Katie. Olympians. Demi-gods. Heroes and beauties, children of mine. We'll not go gentle.

There are others here, I know. Different Pantheons. I do not see your kings here and perhaps therein lies your hope. Come now. Be strong. (Rage.)

To the lobby is the worst battle cry ever uttered but it's where I'll be.

I don't like hotels. I also don't like having my holiday plans disrupted. However, I'm discovering I do like having something non-lethal to shoot at people with. Approach at your own risk.

Emilia, I'm coming to you for Christmas. Y/Y? I'm bringing Gregory and Reza, whether they like it or not. I can't cook so I'm bringing alcohol.

On that note, what do all the little Blackwells want in their stockings? I know what I want~

My Christmas will go a little like this:
ONE. Midnight Mass
TWO. Home to investigate whether Gregory has been naughty or nice
TWO. Morning Mass
THREE. Emilia's for food
FOUR. Evensong
FIVE. And hopefully by then someone will have acquired the Doctor Who Christmas Special for me.

Eeeevey: ONE, TWO, FOUR?
Agrat, my own: New Year's Eve. I'm booking you for shenanigans of the highest order.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, and I've been baking Christmas cookies for most of the day. If anyone would like some do let me know.