mythopoeics

So my 'pod' self dude was on vacations for aaaaall the time I was in Zurvan. It means I came back having to pretty much camp in the hospital. Which is fun, I always wanted to spend three days in a row making sure people don't kick the bucket.

:( no, I want to go home and cuddle things.

Yeah, Zurvan did steal the summer from us and I am very miffed about that. But I feel like while autumn takes away some things but gives back in others way. Yes, autumn itself means no more babes bikinis and all. Unless you go somewhere super warm right now. And, quite frankly, as a single dad and hard working man, I can't. I really can't.

But then you have ladies in cute skirts and leggings and those knit caps. And scarves that give you ideas you want to try to convince her to go along with. And, hey, more layers doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's like unwrapping a present your mother accidentally wrapped three times. Actually, in my case, that was my grandmother but not for any sad reasons. She was just feeling super rushed that Christmas and ended up wrapping the TV remote. A cousin in California got it.

Of course I'm making sense, don't you ruin my stupid logic for me or I'll weep for the loss of summer. On you. I'll find you and weep on you.

[Filter: Gabija]

Oh, former wife! You are definitely going to say yes to this but I'll formally ask since I'm awesome like that and I like you that much: would you like to go on a date?

The NY Comedy Festival is coming in November, and I didn't know I'd bought tickets to both Robin Williams and Kevin Hart back in, oh, July. Robin Williams is already sold out; I don't know about Kevin. I'm in front row at Robin Williams. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTS? Ricky Gervais is coming too, but we don't talk about him since that event we don't speak of. I've officially become a poor student. I think I need to get more shifts during the week so I can cry blood from all the stress, but come out of it with more money. No pain, no gain.

Now I'm going to overdose on Dylan Moran's Like, Totally tour. Watch it all or watch this because it is relevant. And this is not, but you should watch it anyway. Okay I lied, this, too.

THALIA OUT.

[ filter; kokabiel ]
You and me, lunch someday. At sometime.

I'd like to interrupt this program for a special announcement: tomorrow is Wear It Purple Day. You are being invited to wear something purple all day long in support of beautiful, amazing people. I'm going to hand out a couple wristbands near campus tomorrow, so if you're near Washington Square Park, find me outside! Guess what I'll be wearing? ♥

So come out and wear some fancy purple clothes! I'm going all out. I'll be the purplest girl who ever purpled. Well, with the except of Violet Beauregarde.

[ filter; kokabiel ]
Hello sir. You are cordially invited to my place of residence sometime in the coming week for a dinner of delicious proportions. A date of the human variety will not be required. Please RSVP ASAP.

Sincerely yours,
Thalia

[ filter; euterpe ]
I'm inviting Kokabiel over for dinner next week. You can invite the Musagetes if you want. It can be a TOTALLY NOT AWKWARD Zurvan family deal. Sorry if I jumped the gun but sljsh;sljsh is how I'm feeling right now.

[ filter; all angels ]
We are being toyed with once again.

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
Despite the circumstances, I still consider you family.

[ filter; troilus & aeneas* ]
Where are the both of you?

[ filter; morgan ]
Tell me you're alright.

[ filter; death ]


[ ooc: he's not aware troilus is gone, sob ]

AHAH. AHAHAH. AHAH. AH.

I'm married. Why am married? Hey, daddiest? ARE YOU SLEEPING ON THE JOB OR SOMETHING? WHY ARE WE GETTING KICKED AROUND? I'M GETTING A BIT TIRED OF THIS DADDY SO WTF She's nice. She's very nice. And this was nice. I didn't mind it that much. Only. I'm going with WTF so the awkward doesn't drop by like this huge Boing 747.

Well. Shit.

[Private]
I'm not freaking out. I'm not. I'm totally not freaking out right now. No, indeed. Oh, jesus fuck. I'm married...with CHILDREN. Which...well, that's not the disconcerting part, is it, Gabija? No. No, it isn't. The disconcerting part is who I married. Oh goodness. At least here I'm not insanely younger.

For fuck's sake. I'm married to an angel. Which would probably be praise if he ever saw this. Because he's secretly a demon...and a brat. And somehow this doesn't bother me. Dammit.

[Public]
My head hurts. Also...what the fucking fuck hell is going on right now? I need cupcakes. Fuujin, you can help me eat them...only I don't know where you are

I am afraid I'm coming down with something. My throat has been behaving rather strangely as of late. But I won't allow it to get in the way of using my voice. What is a songbird without its song?

I love my job. I loooove my job. How many people can say that? I LOVE MY JOB. Little ones are always so entertaining. Anne showed me how to braid my hair during tea break today. So young and she already knows how to braid. I want one so bad

KOKABIEL, NEPHTHYS. I miss you. ♥ Oh, you too, Set, even though you would never appreciate my love. A sadface for you!

This house is a mess. Ugh cleaning

Apparently today is 'be a clumsy mess and run into the corner of every sharp surface' day. My poor hips At least it hasn't resulted in any serious injury if you don't count the cut on my knee but that's nothing I can't take care of.

[Filter: Samyaza]
Just so you know, Évariste and Fiammetta are in time out. Don't let them trick you with cute smiles.

I also mentioned to Uriel that we might visit. Did you want to visit, too or would work get in the way? I haven't decided when yet.

Free day! That's what I'm talking about. Seriously, one more day chopping up wood without rest and I'd have to go insane. Wacko. In short of one's mental abilities :( it'd just be bad. Then I would definitely be unable to work and no money would come home.

But then free day comes and what do I do?

Play with the neighbor's kids.

:( I think I might be taken too easily by those...

[filter; private]
Waking up in the hospital = not cool. Who are you, fucker?

[filter; public]
Gabi, Gabi. I need cupcakes to heal my soul. （；へ：）

[Filter: Tristan]

I am deeply sorry for what transpired and what I did. Are you well?

[Filter: Angels + Léonore]

When everyone's fully recovered, it might be a great time to have that dinner.

[Filter: Public]

For the next week, d'Orsay'll have free rounds for everyone here. Though you'll probably have to ask for me (Ed). Pretty difficult to tell your staff to go pro bono on reincarnates only.

[Filter: ALL Angels]

Alive. Sorry for not saying anything earlier. It's been ... a rough couple of days. Don't want to talk about it. Not now. Just need to spend a few days in a church, wondering what our Father is doing while we're being

[Filter: Uriel]

You're ok?

[Filter: Gabija]

Don't tell me you came and saw that. Your brother should have told you to stay home during the games.

( A burst of fire )

[Filter: Angels]
Tell me you guys know some jokes. I am all about jokes right now. Anything funny. I'll even accept inappropriate but funny stories.

(added in later)

I'm sorry...you don't have to be funny. I just wish I could give you guys (well the ones I know...) hugs and make this not suck a lot. I was having a moment.

[Filter: Loki]
It's time to do your husbandly duty and tell me lots of funny things so I don't cry. I know you don't know me and I'm just some weird girl who goes on about tiaras and la la la...and I maybe sort of just trashed our room and now our servant girl or whatever the fuck she is is staring at me like I'm about to come at her with a knife...(Which I'm not)

I'd just like to think about anything but the possibility of Eddie...well...I- You do get what I mean without my having to write it down, right? I think I'll childishly have a panic attack if I actually have to write it right now.

[ filter; gladiators ]

Those who do not have previous experience wielding either a sword or spear - my name is Gabriel, look for me in the training yard and I will work with you to help as best I can. I will not let you go into this fearful and unprepared. Or doubting yourselves. For the rest; good luck, God bless you... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ filter; calliope ]

I pray that neither of my opponents are your family - be it true or in this time? I simply would not be able to do that to you while you watch. And are you safe?

[ filter; angels ]

Should one of us fall

[ filter; public ]

I really wanted to see Battleship. First thing I'm going to do after sitting in church for a few hours praying when we get back is see that movie. With the largest popcorn and every sugary/sour gummie candy they have. What about everyone else?

Perhaps something to look forward to will help.

SAMMY THE HELL ARE YOU?

There's something familiar about this whole thing.

I should get married when I get back. Or adopt. I vote on adoption.

You know what?

Go fuck yourselves. Yeah, read that right. FUCK YOU.

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 want to say I just got super drunk, but I know that's not true cause I didn't even have any alcohol but I don't know why I am where I am!

Eddie? Eddie, where are you? I need you, please

So this is a new place I've never seen before. Not the city, no, I've lived here for the past ten years. Yes, it took me this long to find this little community. I suppose I should introduce myself hm?

I had the most spectacular day today. On my way from work I was crossing the street when I was hit by a reckless driver. I toppled over, rolled over his car before landing. The woman was kind enough to check on me, but I think she got a little scared when she saw that I was fine. Then she started carrying on about how God must be looking out for me. Ha, how amusing, God looks out for me, a small time business man, but turns his backs on those who really need him.

Anyway, so that wasn't the second time I've been hit by a car. The first time happened five years ago, and boy was that fun! Don't get any ideas though, I may be practically indestructible, but that doesn't mean I need all of you running me over with your cars.

Or actually, please do. I think it would be hilarious!

[Filtered to the angels, the fallen, grigori, and the demons]

glub glub glub
I want lobster, I want crabs, I want fishes
please deliver

glub glub glub.
I want octopus, I want squid, and some whale would be nice
glub glub glub.

Kidding!

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT REQUEST!! I NEED ALL THE ANGEL DUDES! ANGELS AND PEOPLE WHO KNOW MY BROTHER (ED D'ORSAY FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE) TO TALK TO ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOURSELVES! Coooome to meeee! I require your friendship (except Gabe, cause I already stole his friendship)! And all embarrassing information you have on my brother. Please and thank you!!

Alsoooo! I found this when I was browsing through stuff today and it made me laugh.

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!

Do you ever have those days where you feel like you've forgotten something, but you know that you've remembered every little thing? Something is just off about today.

A part of me thinks I should have stayed in bed this morning.

Or at least at home.

I'm not sure.

Perhaps it's just my shoes. I ran out with one black and one brown today, and I didn't notice until lunch. Either other people haven't noticed, or they've been too polite to say something. I'm guessing it's a mix of both.

More importantly, I suppose I should be asking about where I'm writing now. Is this more like tumblr, youtube, or blogspot?

[Work had devoured him for over a month. The two months he had spent away with some shadow of himself in his place didn't mean he felt entirely familiar with how things had gone. He had played catch-up silently, claiming he had been overworked and needed to adjust himself for the upcoming months.

And then the new game began to ruin his hard work. The-One-That-Got-Away showed on the morning of the twenty-fifth, apologetic and as beautiful as he remembered her. Golden-skinned and artfully twisted dark hair, a sultry voice to make a man drop to his knees (and he had - long ago). At first, he tried to throw her out (or, rather, off the balcony) but she couldn't seem to leave. So he cast her into a spare bedroom and locked it, heading to work immediately. There he saw the posts of confusion and realization struck. He came home and sent Maeve out, telling her to go stay with his twin a while.

It was the twenty-seventh's afternoon and he'd just now freed himself from the bedroom.]

[Filter: Archangels & Grigori (minus Samael)]

I think I have a problem.

No more interning. No more. Big boy's a resident now (with a major loan to pay to Uncle Richard but hey, details, details). Still means I'll camp in the hospital but being paid better now's good.

Kids are good, apparently they spent the entire time while I was in Zurvan (with pod!me) cleaning up the house. Pod!me was one creepy dude. We've been putting it back to its decent, weird state now.

Angels. Bros. Hoes. Speak to me :( I miss you.

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.

Theories:

This is a community for-
a. roleplaying/fanfiction/otherkins
b. some other fandom thing
c. personal ads for New Yorkers
d. alien/government conspiracy theories
e. a social experiment
f. I've lost my mind/have been drugged/drank too much

If-
a. Reportedly not.  But just in case: not interested, but keep on keeping on.
b. What series is this?
c. I have a couch that my roommate wants rid of because apparently it doesn't match the new coffee table. 
d. Freaky.
e. Also freaky.  (unsure if more, less, or similar amounts of)
f. Seems likely.
all of the above. Oh.
none of the above. Hello, my name is Donovan. 

[filter; kokabiel and samyaza, visible to euterpe]
One day I will have both of you over for dinner, when it best suits you.

[filter; public]
I feel relieved to be back home.

Dear. Dad. In Heaven.

I got kids again. And I'm a soldier again. Is this some kind of pseudo-way to get my fallen-angelic little life back?

Because if so, I'm not completely against it.

Missing my brothers though.

I've heard of the fires in Glastheim. Is it true? Have they been extinguished? They already lost their last king

As lovely as the hospitality has been, it's wretchedly hot in Mictlan. I don't know how these people can bear to keep their clothes on.

If it were my kingdom, I should mandate that all the men wear loin cloths (stylish loin cloths, mind you).

For my own personal use, I've been inspired to design trousers with a lower cut and frock coats without sleeves. I should like to make more if anyone has an interest in keeping cool~

My merry band of musicians at The Damned Watcher will be joined by my friend Euterpe, who hails from the beautiful Camlann. But we will also be performing just her and I. Euterpe is a wonderful musician, and everyone should come hear her play. How often do we get musicians from other lands?

There is something else I would like to bring up. Someone is missing. His name is Kokabiel, and his hair is fair. He is handsome and prone to laughter. Has anyone seen him?

[written in a little later] Samyaza, look down.

[filter; raven]
It's been some time. Come to the tavern some night?

I'd like to know: what or who gives you inspiration? Who gives you the strength to carry on or the inspiration to do something new, or perhaps something familiar?

I think it may be time to spread my wings and fly to another city. It seems unfair to keep only one region of Zurvan on the pulse of true aesthetics. Where oh where shall I go~

A man approaches you in the woods and attempts to steal your food from you after you haven't eaten in days. You're starving and exhausted. He's more worn out than you are, and you debate keeping the food for yourself, sharing it, or giving it away.

What do you do?

Aw, man. There goes vacation time. Still, good to be home, kids are attached to daddy, house is still standing and one of the moms coming by with food. Must have missed me.

Okay, there's a ton of responsible stuff to do, weapons to clean up, house to clean up and money to be earned. Smallest wants a horse now. Where am I supposed to put something like that? Freaking balcony?




Damnit.

That'd be the lamp.

How come they wait till dad's home to start breaking stuff.

Glastheim~

I'm back for this fabulous occasion. Your ladies beckon for my services, and who am I to deny them what they want? I have a weakness for adding my mark to weddings. Particularly the ones that involve important people.

Have you missed me?

I like the weather in Glastheim. It's colder than Mictlan certainly, but I like it still. I enjoy burrowing into clothes

All this talk of nobility and marriages makes me want to celebrate. Actually, I lie. It makes me want to hit things or drink something so potent that I run the risk of blindness. Seriously, who are these people that these are problems?

To that end, I think I will be spending the evening at our local tavern. There are barstools and heads to be broken and bigger fish to fry.

I hear there's a tavern in Mictlan that got an extra shipment of ale from Camlann. Special brew, as a favour to me. It's going to be served tonight. Sweet-faced wenches are going to be pink-cheeked,smiling and ready to keep your tankards full.

And you know the finest voice in all of Zurvan's going to be here. But lay a wrong hand on her and I'll make you suffer like no one's ever known before.[gone]

Get your asses in my tavern.

[Filter: Family (siblings, ex-wife, etc)]

If I get drunk, please make sure I don't go to bed with someone I'll regret waking up next to. Please. You all love me, right?


Right?

[The diplomat of Glastheim enjoyed her work. But the paperwork could be tedious and she loathed to rely on aides for what she felt they weren't ready to deal with. Letters needed answering, messages had to be sent. Death could handle it but she felt herself in need of a break. As her request of grapefruits and oranges were set down beside her, she reached for her journal, curious to what was going on with the rest of Zurvan. Once done browsing, she began to write:]

[Filter: Glastheim Faction]

The good king, gone to the arms of death, will hardly be forgotten, will not go unavenged. And a strong backbone allows a kingdom to recover. Was there ever hesitation to believe that? If so, shame should be felt by you and pity should be offered to the fool.

Condolences are bound to continue to come in. As your never-humble representative in court, I suggest you scrutinize each one very well and if you suspect anything bring me[gone] the information to the table.




Apologies. I slit open my thumb. On a knife laced with citrus. The cold lady of the north does feel.[gone] Take a moment amongst yourselves to think while I attend to my thumb.

BOSS IF YOU ARE HERE, DON'T ANSWER. I'M WORKING HONEST AND EVERYTHING.

If you aren't, no, I'm not. But in my defence, freaking barracks are emptier than a tavern before six in the morning.

TELL ME, MY PEOPLE. WHO ARE YOU ALL?

(as long as you're not one of the exes and kids, if you're here, back to study and being responsible, don't be like daddy :( - > that is a frowny face. See it as a frowny face.)

Kokabiel's the name, Glastheim's the place and I'm bored. Can I skip work and still get paid?

And people are just depressed which I get but oh boy, it's bloody well, depressing.

[She liked Santa, for he was judgmental, had a list of those naughty or nice and, that in mind, he was deceptive with his jolly looks. But she still didn't understand why people only perceived him as a good most of the time. Perishables. They would never appreciate their made-up creation as well as she could.

And that had been on her mind until she was alerted by one of her men that her father was feeling poorly. Automatically, she went through his diet, his drinking habits, how much of a temper he had, his refusal to see his doctor regularly and that he had to be badgered into taking his medications. Logically, she saw where it all pointed to: a very loud Christmas because her mother would be wailing or a very loud Christmas because her father would recover and bellow at his wife for being a drama queen.

As a Horsemen, she would wait. As the one who would replace him, she would wait. As his daughter, she would be be at his side, calling his priest whenever he demanded. The man, much like her mother, clung to religion when it suited them.

As Death, currently human and bound to be reborn as meat with an expiration date again, she truly did not know how the rest of the tale would go if he passed on. It would be highly interesting to experience before her own demise, though.]

This low pulp orange juice is a lie. There's no pulp at all.