mythopoeics

[Filter: Queen of Camelot]

I presume there's a good reason why I didn't hear until now that people have seen Heimdall in Camelot.

[Filter: Hades]

Camelot. The man you're looking for was seen there. Look into it, please, and see if it's worth following up on.

[Filter: Private]

I'll make the princess suffer greatly for all this. I'll make her bleed and wish she had never leapt upon a fleeting feeling that likely was born between her legs rather than her heart.

In light of recent events, I believe now would be the most appropriate occasion to execute our peace summit module.

I seem to have acquired a rabbit. Actually, I really like it, but


[Filter: Merlin]
Should I name it?

Thank you again, sir!


[Filter: Gwynevere]
howdidthetalkgohowdiditgodidyou

Your Majesty, how do you fair? Is everything well?

Ah, the life of the Queens' consort can be so busy. People may not believe that, but I'm far more than just a pretty face. I wield a mean broadsword as well if I need to.

Then there's my diplomatic duties, such as visiting my beloved sister and her family. I sometimes imagine what I'd be like as a father, but with the Queen being so busy that could simply be the pipe dreams of a feverish mind. I must say, I am an excellent uncle, as my twin can attest to. It's a point of pride, truly.

Now then, what shall I do with myself today?

Your Excellency,

As your most capable ambassador has no doubt informed you, I was hoping to discuss a finer point of Camelot's cooperation with Ryugu-jo, if you would be so kind. I am at your leisure.

[Filter: Gwynevere]

The ambassador wishes to speak to you directly, my queen. I have done what I can to soften the situation, but the Ryugunese...are difficult.

There's very little like going for a ride to get one's blood pumping in the mornings. And to think, there are some who feel our weather would never be conducive to such activities. Shows what they know.

[Filter: Heimdall]

You were my brother in all but blood, so I owe it to you to approach you, one last time, as a sister and not as the queen of the nation you betrayed.

Kindly explain your rationale.

[Filter: Camelotian High Ranks]

You are aware of the trying circumstances that have been forced upon us. Before I assign you your duties --

Your thoughts, gentlemen.

added after the stress level escalates [Filter: Mordred]

Where are you?

Someone will need to remind me why it is I tolerate dogs. How is it that children are easier to manage?

[filter; greeks]
The fuck is Dionysus when you need him?

[filter; daphne]
You actually want that congratulations cake? Was it a cake?

[filter; sean, liam, geula, aubrey]
I'M DYING OF BOREDOM HERE Considering throwing a party on Thursday because a) it's not as short notice as tomorrow, and b) I don't give two fucks that it's not a Friday. c) I'm bored, come over.

[filter; syrinx]
Hey there.

[filter; gwynevere]

Apparently there is a shoe sale down at 5th Ave. Want to come with? I need a break from sitting in a hospital room like a muppet to watch over an idiot husband.

[fulter; nephtuys]
tjanks for the... well, sorry about that.  did the doctor say two days or two weeks for bandages because it's hard to tyope like this

oh by the way if you habvent already can you just... not tell anyone?? 

[filfter: gwyinynevere]
i'm not moving affter all but the dishes are in pieces so i miean you can still have the two cups and the bowls but it's an incomplerte set (hahaha) if you dont mind

[filter: anubis]
how is life outside if the hospital?  i taught a=sam a few tricks but i dont know how well... or maybe he aleready knew those tricks i have videos if you want

[filter: hours]
if you heard anyhthing it's not as bad as you think\\

can you tell hathor it's fine about the wedding delay since

[filter: syrinx]
i found the missing monopoly pieces while movcing the couch

[flitter: set]
i'm still craving strawvberry ice cream do you think th chinese takeout delivers that too??

[messed up filters are readable to the public, oops]

It's a little disheartening to realize how much I've missed normalcy.

[filter; family]
Are we all safely home, now?

[filter; galahad]
...how are you?

[filter; gwynevere]
I know this might seem strange, but I'm sorry.

When Gwynevere returned from England, she immediately attended to visits. Those who'd tasted the lash of Khaos's torture: Heimdall, Hector, Gawain, Athena, Tristan; outside of the hospitals: Kendra, Elaine, and Cordelia -- whoever among these was amenable, she went to see. So wrapped up was she in these devotions, to both these people and her missed work, that she did not bother to log on to the community very often nor contact anyone using it.

All the while, she tried not to think about the flat plane of her stomach and the accompanying emptiness. She tried not to remember the instant breakdown she'd had upon waking up in her childhood room, hands immediately shooting to caress a life that wasn't there and had never been there -- never would be there. She tried not to recall the condescending scolding of her mother as the woman surveyed the sobbing, hysterical mess Geula had consequently degenerated into or the clueless, well-intentioned attempts of her father as he grasped for whatever means of consolation he could offer for a problem he did not understand.

And she tried not to think of Mordred. She did not know if she wanted to see him (she did), but she made all the excuses not to. That she would not intrude on what his family was going through, a family wherein she was most certainly an unwelcome presence; that she, perhaps, would only be overstepping the tenuously built friendship they shared by approaching him on the basis of a false child, a false marriage, a false life. That she had been his father's wife, he her husband's son by another woman.

But the ultimate excuse and only valid one was that she was afraid, even though only he would understand. Morning upon morning, she would eye the Cheesy Wotsits and the Walkers Worcester Sauce Crisps in the corner of her pantry and wait for a courage that did not come. Then, ignoring the shameful burn of her own cowardice, she would shut the pantry door and think, Tomorrow.

It still hurts. It is nice to come home to someone who's missed you. I've named her Terra.

[filter; sisters]
Ares is here.

If anyone is looking for flowers to bring to those stuck in the hospital, there was a cancelled wedding and I have more than what I know what to do with.  Free of charge.

[address with a link to google maps]

[Filter: Set]
How are you doing?
You stood me up.

[Filter: Charon]
How are you doing?
If you're ever feeling up for it, let me take you out for a drink.

[Filter: Syrinx]
How are you doing?
Do you like board games?

[It bothered Hector greatly that he woke up alive. Not because he'd wanted to be dead, quite the contrary, but it was unnatural. Though not entirely unheard of for the dead to return. Now, he was one of them.

He'd woken to a nurse tending to his bandages, and only after he'd left the room did he reach for the iPhone on the bedside table.]

I won't deny it is good to be alive. But I don't understand how.

All she wants is to lose herself to the looming fit of despair, but she knows she must stand strong. Mordred only asks that she be there, and she is, as constant as any wife could be. Yet even then there is a higher cause. This child, the little creature that steals life and love from her, must live. Real or imagined, it must be carried to fruition. One time, at least, she wants to be a mother. A strong mother, a mother worth looking up to. Even for a child that will never grow old with her, that will not share its milestones with her, that will never utter the words I love you.

Unless this world is final.

Yet even with the life growing within her, even with the happy marriage her union with Mordred is turning out to be -- this is a world Gwynevere knows she cannot live in.

Mordred is not the only one between them to have lost brothers. Heimdall is dead, and it is all Gwynevere can do to keep from losing herself to grief.

[filter; mother]

Are you alright? I'd like to see you.

[filter; galahad]

Don't lose. I couldn't handle seeing yet another person I care for fall.

[filter; gwynevere]

Are you well, with everything that's been going on?

[filter; private]

If ever there was a time when I wish it had been me getting fucked about instead of my family, now would be it.

You are my brother again, they tell me.

They also tell me you're a

I don't want to write it.

Up to tell me where you are and if you're okay? I mean, Nyx people? Hi? I'm regressing.

I'm also getting married.

Can we see how much I don't want that?

[ filter; horus ]

I'm marking this as another dot in the oddness of my life but. One more to the family?

( and I saw through a world that is new, that is free )

I'm married to a man whose face I can't place. But I also have a child, and she's beautiful. She has my husband's eyes.

I know what Khaos is capable of. We've all witnessed it. But this is something else.

[filter; andromache]
Are you alright?

[filter; true family]
Tell me where all of you are. Aeneas, I know you're with me.

If anyone has need of me I'm home now.

[filter; private]
They gave me pills, and the name of someone to contact. If they expect them to be utilized they've another thing coming.

It's her birthday.

She does what she's been wanting to do for a long time: quietly slips away to England. While on the plane, she considers moving back permanently. She came to the city to atone, but it is difficult to atone when Arthur has forgotten her entirely. Even Lancelot has forgotten her entirely.

It is not for a desire for either that she is angered. No matter how much she is disregarded now, she was part of the picture, was politically an amazing queen and would have continued to be one were it not for the Orkneys. (Always the whore, never the queen.)

But these are unkind (Arthur and Lancelot deserve happiness), unfair (the Orkneys were entirely in the right when they outed her) thoughts. She is no stranger to harboring unkind and unfair thoughts until they fester into unkind and unfair actions. (Holding in the pain of her barrenness until it culminated in passion with the wrong man.) So she does what she does best:

She runs.

[So very rarely was Athena emotionally unprepared. But when Erichthonius had shown himself in her living room, she hadn't known how to react. Fortunately she lived alone, allowing for her to react freely within her own home. It reminded her of days past. It had been pleasant.

Now without him, she felt a sort of emptiness she couldn't explain. So she had to go out and do something about it.]

I'm considering a companion type pet, and am unsure if a dog or a cat would be more suitable. Suggestions are welcome.

[Filter: Morpheus & Pan & Gwen]

Aubrey is being weird. Oh, well weirder. I left several messages in her inbox going 'Aubreyyyyyyyyyy' and no reply. Gavin, is she drunk on your couch?

[Filter: Public]

French Erotic Film or Colin Mochrie versus Jesus H. Christ.

The internet is a weird place.

I'd forgotten. Or, not forgotten, but let other things get in the way, which makes the everything else fade. I know none of that was real and I guess I should be sad, but I'm not. It was a good reminder. I'd say I won't forget again, but I probably will. It's what we do as humans. Nevertheless, for now I remember.

[ filter; freyja ]

Found Sigyn.

And the fucker's here. Watch yourself.

[ / ]

[ filter; gwen ]

So, what do I take to a dinner with girlfriend's parents? I can't believe I wrote the word...

[ / ]

Good timing for the end of this. I have a divorce to handle and two days to convince a woman that it'd be better if she didn't try to flirt with the jury to get her way.

Thank you, God in Heaven. Or Gods. Those who are left, anyway. Those underground too, I'm thinking they'll likely to be bit more sensible than the ones up.

Never thought being ignored by those four would be so nice. Though everyone else could have stayed. That, I wouldn't mind so much.

And back to my normal, little less crowded life.

Spent the night in the Studio. I have to admit, some nights it makes my head hurt. Tonight, though, we start on a video. Wonderful, I think.

However, spent some of the time hiding my laughter from my manager when I was supposed to be listening to the tracks, because there are people here who just are so hilarious that laughing at inappropriate times was unavoidable.

I'm tired.

Yo, dad, are you alive? If you come back and find me dead it is because of a hangover. And the fact Morpheus won't make me soup for my hangover slash migraine slash too-tired-to-move state.

[Filter: Mordred]

Happy Birthday~

I'm definitely too tired to poke this dude.

Weeks like these make me glad I put a cot in the back of the pub.

[filter; private]
It was swell for the first few days but I can't fool myself into thinking any of that is real.

I remember now why I didn't live with my mothers.

Operation: Find New Apartment has hit a snag. Apparently, I got really lucky when I got my current place, because everywhere I look people are asking for references. While I have no idea what kind of questions someone would ask one of these so-called references ('does she keep a clean place, pay her rent on time?') I can't think of anyone to ask to help me out.

Guess that's one of the few problems with trying to stay mysterious keeping to oneself. Ah well, in the meantime my neighbor got arrested, so it's been quieter around here. Guess that's one thing in my favor.

The place where you rest your hands on your desk is home to 10 million bacteria at any given time. Well, not anymore. Seven million of them just moved to your hand. Congratulations.

I'm sufficiently bored. If you couldn't tell alone by the fact that I'm here again.

[Ever since getting her piano keys fixed (as wafers were rather difficult to play on), Calliope had been at her piano nonstop, testing out the new keys. Her piano always brought her peace, and so upon signing into the community, she decides to record the following.

At the end of the recording, there's a sound of someone (something) pawing at a key repeatedly, and there's laughter from Calliope as she allows her fluffy companion to paw at one more key before the recording cuts out.]

( tiny narrative. )

Oh... Oh my. Just - just brill.

[A peal of soft laughter.] That is the last time I'm burning my chicken. I shall enroll myself in a basic cooking course as soon as possible. [A humming sound, as if she's mulling it over briefly. Then a sigh.]

This probably will not end well.

[Filter: Heimdall]
[Filter: Mordred]

Thank you again for Saturday. The pancakes were as good as you said. And the ride was thrilling.

Do you think I could please [pause] give it another go?

[Their brief sojourn to the maze aside, Mordred had been floating through life in a sort of haze. While under usual circumstances that haze would be accompanied by the stale stench of booze and cigarettes, this time it was different - this time he was perfectly clear-headed, just operating on between two and four hours of sleep a day. Somewhere in there was the threshold between when the actual sleep stopped and the nightmares began.

He'd taken to staying cooped up in his condo, avoiding other people to the best of his abilities, and was currently on a conference call with his attorney in the process of working out details on his last will and testament. He couldn't live like this, not knowing that nothing he did could erase the nagging feeling that he should be dead. The knowledge that Merlin was here only increased his desire to rid himself of this mortal coil, the appearance of the druid fueling the paranoia that death had bestowed upon him.

He had to find a way to carry out his final wishes without anyone getting wise to what he intended, and that all began with systematically cutting himself off. From everyone.]

I'm looking to get rid of a few belongings. If anyone would like to assist me with that do let me know.

[There was nothing like a fresh start in ways. It was necessary if he was to move forward and find himself well several months or years from now. The obsession had to be cast aside, the ideas and fantasies needed to be washed off his mind and hands.

Troilus simply thought of how much better his mother would feel if she arrived and saw that he wasn't behaving in an abnormal way. To further boost his plan, he damned his sinful lust as something the gods would do, could get away with. Therefore, it would no longer be something he'd want for himself.]

It seems I'm rusty at the game of finding women who want to date and not just...well. There is nothing wrong with that but goddamn. Sometimes a little more doesn't hurt. I'm fucking thirty-one. When did it get hard? Is it because I want something real now? Or maybe it's the job that doesn't help.

Before it even comes up: I don't want anything to change me to suit today's women. Don't even go there. I'll go to Russia and find myself a bride if needed. ...jokes about mail-ordering on can be kept to yourselves and fuck you for thinking it.

[Arthur had been quiet, and deliberately slow. When not caught up in the games of the mighty, he had escaped to England and spent a few weeks with his parents who were surprised but pleased to see him.

Arthur being Arthur, though, it wasn't in his nature to hide from problems for all that he yearned for peace and quiet. His sojourn in England hadn't solved any of his issues (and, oh, his issues wore such beautiful faces) and he returned to New York none the wiser.]

I'm back in Manhattan. I trust my absence wasn't any great inconvenience. Now, what and who have I missed?

[filter; polyxena]

Princess. I have been an utter boar and I'm sorry.

[filter; lancelot]

I think I am ready to talk now.

So after my Easter plans nearly came under threat, I managed. Somehow. Lord above, I don't want to go through that again. At least I had my clothes ready to go.

One of my wee cousins from Daddy's side told me to wait for him. I just died from the adorable. But tell me, what happens to boys between then and adulthood? Don't get me wrong, I know fantastic men but they are in the minority.

Anyway. ...I should plan some advertisements for the shop. Flowers don't go and sell themselves. ...usually.

[Filter: Ed]

Is this place giving you a lot to think about?

[filter; blackwells]
There's no time like the present, yeah? I don't think this is much of a secret, considered I've been outed. This reincarnation business isn't that new to me -- I've been through it twice before.

I'm Greek. Pan, to be precise.

[filter; public]
I'm playing at Birdland tomorrow at 7pm if anyone likes jazz. Full band and all that jazz.

The lightness of her New York apartment unsettles her as she rises. She half-expects monsters to come creeping out of the silence. Monsters in the form of children she'd never had, eyes dark with the sting of betrayal. She'd betrayed them somehow, hadn't she? Why else would they be so battered, skinny and uncared for?

It takes a few steadying breaths to remind herself that these children are figments of her imagination. Merely machinations from the tender hands of that woman.

Her anger could not have been put into words, but she rallies herself into working order with the mundane routine of her typical workday. Soon enough her cheeks are dry, her expression drawn taut in forced normalcy. However, she does not forget that she owes her life to Death (as she always has) and types in a quick filter as her lunch break begins.

[Filter: Death]

Is your ... brother all right?

[Remembering a time when waking up in his own bed wasn't an unexpected occurrence, Donovan had spent most of his morning contemplative and distracted. Nearly burning the toast and then spilling the orange juice across the counter while staring blankly out the kitchen window at the city that hadn't noticeably changed at all during his brief absence, Donovan had far more on his mind to silently worry about.

During breakfast, his roommate's bad mood wasn't unusual enough to be immediately concerning, attributing the higher level of one-sided tension between them to the events over the last week that they both were avoiding bringing up. They hadn't ran into each other in the maze, but they both were there, and Donovan had an uncomfortable feeling that Altan knew something important that he wasn't sharing.

Conversations with Death and Bastet stirred thoughts that seemed better left untouched. Maybe he wasn't supposed to know. Maybe things would go back to normal again if he ignored it, or at least until they were involuntarily yanked into another messy situation that he had yet to understand.

But after being forcibly dragged from his chair and locked into the cramped closet for reasons that weren't given, Donovan quickly realized that the brief charade of normalcy that morning was unfortunately short-lived. At first he waited patiently for his roommate to return with (or even without) an explanation, but then the apartment was far too quiet and it was obvious after a few hours and a dozen ignored text messages and declined calls that Altan had no intention of letting him out any time soon. And that's when the panic began to set in, a claustrophobia that he was never aware of having, and he had to get out.  Now.]

Hey hello i seem aggggggd to be locke d in my c lost ahhahj can you le t me out??)Please

Altann where are yoi u this isnt funy

So, I've been checking you people out. Mostly. And while Morpheus has a big mouth and my dad is special I'm sure most of you know who I am by now but hi. I'm Merlin or Liam.

I found a bunny in my trousers this morning!

I've decided to keep him. He looks rather angelic, all fluffy and white. Now which angel should I name him after, hmmm?

[filter; death & nanna]
I know we haven't spoken since we returned, but I hope you're all right, my darlings~ I will still think of you both as my sisters.

[filter; samyaza & kokabiel]
Brothers~

I need your opinion.

Online dating. Y/N?

Good thing about working in a pub? They think it's all bar tricks.

Until someone spits out a frog.


[filter; arthur]
I think the time it's about time we talked.

[filter; galahad]
Want to do something with your old man one of these days? Horseback riding is probably out of the question until this bullshit clears up but I'd like to spend some father-son time with you.

[filter; gwynevere]
Still like archery?

Well, things could be going better. But it's not that frequent, at least for me. Do have an abundant amount of papayas, though. If someone wants some, tell me. It's a bit...silly.

But are most of us doing alright?