mythopoeics

[Filtered to Greek Underworld]
I remember who I am. Hecate. I don't even know if I am going about this the right way but hello.
[/end of Filter]

I purchased a dog today. His name is Atticus.

ooc: there was a minilog for hecate's remembering but my computer killed it

There is little to say about today. The weather has been nice. I don't know what I'm supposed to say It has been quiet.

[Filter: Greeks]
Who is here?

Overheard in my Psychology of Social Behavior class: If I had a penis I’d name it The Plot and every time I got a boner I’d turn to the person closest to me and just whisper the plot thickens. I laughed at that far too hard for anyone to consider me mature.

What is it about being in college that brings out the morons of the population? You'd think, being a graduate student at an institution of higher learning would cut down on the rampant idiocy one normally faces, but no, you'd be wrong. At least there's some attractive people in my classes, since there's nothing I like more than hot people with easily solved personal problems.

Hrm, I should probably introduce myself. Akiva Love, graduate student at NYU, studying Psychology. You might know me from the wildly successful radio show 'The Love Line', and those of you who know my sister Seraphina can rest assured that I'm just as adorable and amazing as she claims.

[Barefoot and shivering, she hadn't dared wander farther than the mailbox early that morning. With the surroundings that she could only halfway remember once knowing, too noisy and not at all comforting like what she had come to think of as home, the inn, Lethe quickly locked herself back inside for the rest of the day and perhaps the rest of the week. Something about the outside world felt unspeakably dangerous.

The only way she could recall her name, or at least the one she'd been using for the last half year, was to stare at the rain-damp envelopes grasped in her hands. Maybe it was only ten minutes or the hour it felt like that Lethe sat with her back pressed against the door. Whispering it with hollow recognition, the printed pseudonym on the backdated bills that she somehow allowed herself to neglect while in Zurvan, Lethe crumpled the mail into the trash with a surge of self-disgust. Why hadn't she been paying them? Why was her bank account completely empty? Did she still even live here?

Why did she have to come back?

How nice it had been to forget herself, to let go of her fears and allow herself to live without the constant awareness that she shouldn't be... to have a family that she cared for, and to feel safe even with Hel's constant taunting of ghosts and the dead-end fling with an Admiral.

Now she was alone again, increasingly confused and unable to keep straight the multiple contradicting realities that twisted in her mind. Rome, New York, Zurvan, and what was supposed to be eternity all blended together in her mind, taunting her with echoes of memories, some that never even existed.

She wouldn't be paying next month's bills either, Lethe decided as she turned all the faucets in her apartment to full blast and crouched by the floor of the bathtub with her laptop. The sound of running water drowned out her thoughts, her overthinking.]

I need a new

name
job
place

life.

Or an old one.

Is there a way to get back home? Has anyone tried?

[Filter: Thanatos]
I don't want to bother you. Sir.

You're here, right? Please. Please say that you're here.

[Filter: Mnemosyne]
Take them, I don't want them.

I feel I might- If I did, would you-

Tell me something real.

My my. Isn't this the curious place. I wonder if my husband would- No, it doesn't matter.

Hello darlings~ How is everyone? Who is everyone? My name is Seraphina. Come talk to me~

Home. Well, at least I seem to have detailed notes from the start of school.

[Filter: Sora]
I still have my
I'm
This is
Nevermind

I forgot how much I missed having my piano.

[ filter; thanatos ]

I didn't have Nikolaas before Zurvan. Apparently, that's not an issue for your grandmother.

[/]

I might be a bit busier than usual for a while.

There's something in my house and it's scratching at the doors and-

where is

mnemosyne? thanatos? hel? ma'at? pyriphlegethon?

anyone?

_ _ _ _ / _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ /
_ _ _ _ _ / _ _ / _ / _ _ _.

There was a cat sleeping in my bed.

[ filter; family, except pyri ]
When would it be best to set the date? For the wedding.

Sometimes I dream of retirement. But that's a dream that will never come until I'm dead.

[Filter: Family (in-laws included)]

There's a raccoon dog somewhere in the inn. The cook was sure she saw it stealing vegetables. I thought you should all know.


No, we many not keep it if found. In case that might be a question.

Once upon a time, there was a man who had a farm. He had many animals, but he mostly had sheep. He sold the sheep's fleece for money to keep his farm and his family going. He had two sons. Both of them loved the lambs, and played with them during the day. His wife didn't go out very much. She was very ill.

( cut for the rest of the story, but be assured, she wrote it all )

Does anyone know any good bedtime stories??

[Filter: Hades]
You must be busy.

It's been louder than usual in here. I have been hearing interesting things.

If the mood gets any heavier in this inn, I might start to be afraid of talking out loud.

Though, understandable.

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I would like to inform you all that there is a horse on the loose, who eats scarfs- as of right now her location is undetermined, please approach with caution or inform the right authority (me). Keep your hands to yourself, folks, no one likes losing a finger or two.

[She had been so beautiful with inky black hair that fell straight and porcelain white skin that could make the fairest in all the land quiver with jealousy. Her hands had been soft, as if never having seen a hour's worth of worth and her teeth could have made dentists weep in worship.

It was all past tense for a reason. Jubokko leaned on his elbows, looking down at the body on his table, dispassion in his eyes and heart (but he was exquisite from what he has stolen from her). She'd never have the nerve to try to bribe her way out of her bills. Never again would the stupid bitch think so lowly of him, as if he were a common man. He'd never been common. He'd even say he'd never been normal. There was something very much peculiar in the way he thought and behaved but he didn't press it, merely accepted it.

He removed her ruby bracelet and takes it aside to begin prying out the jewels. He didn't need them nor wanted them but the discovery of it would do him no good. It was too unique, it had to be taken apart. Whatever made her special, identifiable could not exist. They would be buried in different locations, allowed to rest until someone or something came along to dig them up.

Hours later, he wiped down table, removing any last trace of the woman. No one will find her, not with what he had done to her. The same way no one could connect any bodies found in Ryugu-jo to him, not anymore.]

[Filter: Public]

I have never liked weekend or holidays very much. I suppose that is the mark of a workaholic.

[ private ]

Medb. Medb. I'm not sure whether to yell and shout or laugh out right. Conchobar lays dead, the pestilent, disgraceful maggot. Cúchulainn followed. And that thing my sister spawned is food for worms.

Good.

[ / ]

While your actions were misguided and odd, you have my gratitude, sister. Or whoever you are in the larger scheme of things. I would appreciate this was a one time event.

And the woman who helped me. I suppose you didn't do this for words of thanks alone.


This will take some getting used to.

I...

might have made a mistake.

Is anyone good at um. Reversing or negating powers? Getting things back? Specifically thoughts? Memories?

I rather be vague but that's probably not too helpful to the situation.

Help please.

Back for a week and already my brother's looking at me with puppy dog eyes because he can't figure out how to work the washing machine. The things I do...Then again, he was going to drive all the way home to make our mom do it, so I told him not to be stupid and I'd do it for him this time, but we'd have to work on teaching him how to do laundry on his own.

Nothing out of the ordinary, though. I guess I'll have to read and take notes on the things I missed even though I have time enough. Who knows when I'll have time to do it before we suddenly disappear to somewhere else. I still hate that woman. I'm the sun god. I am Ra and she just- I still want Sekhmet

[Filter: Bastet]
How are you? Should I even write this? Maybe not. Everyone's so-

[Filter: Set]
As it's doubtful you stayed in one place for very long, I suppose you're home by now.

How are you feeling? Physically. You won't want to talk emotions and that would be weird if we did that anyway You did well. I'm proud. Do I say this where he can see it? Probably not. His ego doesn't need to get bigger

[Filter: Andrus]
I'm glad you're back. For the record. I missed your one-worded responses and your dry sense of humor and your...side-eyeing. Something like that.

Do you want a copy of the notes from class when I make them?

[Filter: Lottie]
Want a copy of the notes from class when I make them?

I made the mistake of listening to Janelle Monáe's most recent album, and I can't get it out of my head now. Literally. I'm sure other people have heard at least some of it considering how much music is blasting around this city. I'm not complaining, of course. It just gets hard to concentrate with so much going on at once, you know?

Anyway, so this blogging thing. I'm not really in to these. Don't need 'em. Buuut I can make an exception just this one time. Is it worth keeping up? Only time will tell!

So Mango didn't eat my curtains. I consider this a win. ヾ(=ﾟ･ﾟ=)ﾉ But what I want to know is HOW DID HE LIVE WHEN I WAS GONE? Who fed him and changed his litter box? Who gave him love? （；へ：）

WHO BROKE IN AND FED MY CAT.

Nyx woke up connected to tubes and machines. Her head hurt. Her side and ribs hurt. She felt she'd been torn open. She didn't know why. Or what. She remembered fighting in the arena. But this was NY. She could tell by the smells and the fact she was a in a real hospital. Her lips pursed as she tried to move but found she couldn't.

Her eyes drifted shut. Then snapped open. She'd DIED. Her mother had let her DIE. Her mother had engineered her death in some fashion. That made her angry. The monitor on the side of her bed started beeping as her blood pressure climbed. In a minute she was surrounded by nurses and a doctor, who were struggling to hold her down. Despite the pain (and by no mistake there was a lot of it) and wounds, she wanted to find and strangle her mother.

They shoved her back down as gently as possible, and shot something into the IV line. She had a moment of clarity before she drifted under. When she woke again a few hours later, she remained calm and made a quiet request for a laptop and that the lights remain low. She inquired as to what had happened. She was confused to learn she'd been shoved, they said, off the balcony of the second floor of Nightshade and had landed on a table, some glass and other misc bar things, and had done internal damage as well as broken a few ribs, plus some nasty gashes. "Oh. Right. I.. sorry the meds, you know." she waved her forgetfulness off with a sigh, "I don't want any more medication, please"she said softly and waited for them to leave.

Well. It's nice to be home. I think.

Also. Ow.

[ filter: private ]

...What am I doing? I feel like a twelve-year-old girl....not to mention that everyone here seems to be mentally disturbed.

Would explain all the "hospitalizations," at least. This better not be some joke

[ end filter ]

......Clicking this link better not have given my computer a virus.

What is this place supposed to be?

It's been a long time since I've witnessed that much bloodshed.

But it wasn't the right way.

Not like that.

I've studied them. I understand the Romans well enough from a textbook perspective. But that doesn't mean I like them, nor would I want to go back there any time soon.

And this whole thing... I don't like this.

Is this really about a goddess?

Oh.  This again.  I've never been too attached to reality.  Couldn't it have at least been on a weekend? 

But it feels good to remember how to forget. 

[Filter: Thanatos]
Which of us won? 

What I was going to ask... I guess it's no longer relevant. 

Ah.  I'm sorry about being right about Nyx and Charon

[Filter: Raphaela]
If I may still call you sister.

[Filter: Hades]
You're alive.  I'll bring flowers.  Unless you rather be alone.

I'd like to place a few bets, but either it's too underground for me to find or everyone has decided it's too tasteless.

[Filter: Thanatos]

Do I call you Mors, here? 

There's something I've been wondering.  ... I'll ask when I remember.

I don't think I've been this pleased about watching men and women tear one another apart in some time. And look at some of those matches. As if someone knew how special some of you are to the other.

Give me a good fucking show, each and every one of you. How, I wish I was the one holding the decision, I wish I could damn you all, hold your endings in my hands. I would bring you to you knees and make you tremble for my my judgment.

Children, we will attend them all.

[Filter: Private]
Reminders of my humanity. It doesn't settle well. Though, we are all human, aren't we? Still. Before I was...I was something better. Now I'm this. Were Apep to show up, who's to say I could defeat him in this body. I suppose there is no saying that we'd have to fight, but then I won't live in delusions of peace either.

There's no point in worrying anyone with this. Perhaps I'll talk to Andrus when we get home

[Filter: Public]
It's been a very hectic few days. I never thought I'd miss school so much.

Things are surprisingly not as bad as I expected they could be much worse. I am remembering what muscles haven't been used in awhile, though. That's for sure. Ah well, where's the next monkey wrench in our plans?

No fucking words.

[filter; echo]
Polly.

[Filter: Aaron & Underworld minus Minos]

Situations?

[Filter: Osiris]

Brother.

Lena, what in the world is going on here? And I'm asking you because I'm hoping to God you, of all people, still retain some degree of sanity.

This isn't the Rome I know.

[He was tired. It was a rare feeling to feel such exhaustion as he always found a way to collect during the day but the day had not been good and he hadn't been entirely attentive to how much he had been taking last week. Due to that neglect, it wasn't just tiredness but he felt his limbs ache, saw his skin had gone paler. The rich browns and reds of his hair had suffered and he saw a few strands of silver among them.

He resisted the urge to tear them out (not pluck, it wasn't a delicate feeling). He always selected patients who just came in to complain about something and, knowing fully well there was nothing wrong with them, he would give them a real reason to complain. But the day had seen truly sick individuals, some even canceling. With the rain, people didn't linger long and he couldn't find a way to snatch anything on his way home either.

Perhaps dinner out would afford him a chance to restore himself.]

I am hungry~ Look, I don't even lie Recommend to me a place to eat, kind strangers.

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!

One cannot be a mother without children, and I am blessed with many wonderful children. Thank you for all that you do, my darlings. Life wouldn't be the same without you all. I am truly lucky. Today has been lovely so far, and it's utterly gorgeous out. I hope tonight is clear and dark and as lovely as the day is.

[Filter: Her Children\Nieces\Nephews\Grandchildren]
I do hope everyone is well - besides those whom I've recently spoken with - tell your mother how things are going?

( turn your eyes from the garish light of day )

Morpheus- the laundry, mate, all I asked for was for you to do the laundry. Was it too much? Apparently. All there is to wear are leopard print trousers which are for girls - I'm on my last pair of boxer shorts and this shirt is wrinkled as-

Someone needs to go get pasta sauce from the supermarket, and there are no clothes in the apartment. This is a problem. Ty are you listening? This is a problem.

[filter; visible to all greeks]

It feels as though it's time to do a headcount again. Children, brothers, sisters - who is here? My daughters - it's been far too long since we've had dinner together so pencil me in for Thursday evening. I look a fright but I hope you'll put up with me, nonetheless

[filter; blackwells]

If someone could explain to me why Reza and Dante thought it necessary each to bestow a black eye on me, I would appreciate it greatly.

I watched TV the other night for the first time in a long time. And I remembered why I stopped watching. The commercials always make me wonder what the hell people were thinking. I just don't get the appeal of half of them sometimes. I guess I'm the odd ball out but that's okay.

Anyways, we have a new bartender at Nightshade. I stole him from one of the Casino's in Vegas, and he's got some flair to him. I think the ladies will enjoy him, so that's always nice.

It's so strange to call it a super moon. I would have petitioned for a name change.

It wasn't that great. I didn't sleep at all.

I want ice cream.

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?

Oh. Hello world.

I don't care for introductions, but here I am. Must we eventually meet, you may know me briefly as Lottie. I must have slipped up somewhere, but I really cannot recall. How long have I been torn from myself. Such a messy predicament.

Does anybody need maple syrup? Somehow I ended up with five bottles when I meant to get eggs, and I don't think I can eat that many pancakes. As delicious a challenge it may be, I lack the eggs required to make them.

I'll leave it on my doorstep. Feel welcome to make it disappear.

It's Friday. In and of itself that is a blessing. My paycheck has been deposited into my account and while I do not need that to go shopping with, it's the idea of the thing that makes shopping today so much better. I feel the need for new shoes for tonight. I think that would be best.

Nightshade will have it's usual Friday Night specials this week, two for ones and so forth. We have a new techno DJ to break in, loves, so do try to come by and give him a warm welcome. I dare say he best live up to his potential

I feel the need to wander tonight, too. The spring that is upon the cusp makes for a rather lovely evening, don't you think?

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.

[filter; syrinx]
Castor and I have been thinking. When the weather is nice, how would a picnic sound? We can make sandwiches, have fresh fruit and everything.

[filter; pasithea]
We miss you. How might we fix this? Come over for dinner sometime. I promise we won't give you food poisoning. (After all, we have to keep ourselves fed.) You can bring your Hypnos as well.

[filter; theseus]
I'm going to crack your head open like an egg

[filter; mordred]
Father called this morning. He asked how you were, and I said dandy.

[filter; public]
Insert complaint about the weather here. Follow this up by a complaint about how work is taxing, but enjoyable. Finish it off with a generic comment about mazes here.

[Guilt was not a familiar sensation to Famine, but over the last couple of months, it was all he could breathe. It was all he could feel upon laying eyes on Pestilence, who had once been a source of amusement for him. Instead of living with his brother, he felt as if he was living with a beacon for all of the guilt that had been festering inside. And he hated it.

Vodka and cigarettes were what he could turn to for immediate relief, but even three screwdrivers couldn't assuage those feelings. If anything, it made him feel worse. It was against his policy to get smashed, but he was well on his way there (a lightweight, this one) when he flipped open his laptop to consult everyone else. Someone had to have an answer.]

If you had the ability to erase all capacity for feeling, would you do it? Not in death, but in life.