Well, this is all very exciting. The 1950s, eh? Such a simpler time. At the very least, we don't have to worry about a war hanging over our heads.
Oh, nevermind.
[ filter; helen and menelaus, separately ]
Updates, please.
These dresses are annoying. Everything about this wardrobe is annoying. I have to wear little frilly socks and shoes that look like they belong on a doll. I'm being forced to dress like I belong on someone's shelf. My parents are like drones out of The Stepford Wives.
Cara, can I come stay with you for a while? I know your uncle isn't acting like a freaky robot.
[ filter; family, zurvan included ]
Are any of you in the loony bin? Say no.
[ He'd always been a man who thought too much. Someone who preferred to think before he acted, someone who listened to others and mulled over their advice before doing anything rash. And for a long time, it suited him. He sought counsel not because he didn't feel his own decisions held no weight, but because he valued others' advice, knew if something was flawed, they would point it on. And it in them that he trusted.
If only more of his brothers were around now. Deiphobus, in particular. Above all, he valued their words most. But never more than Andromache's. It was her words that moved him, that gave him strength.
What he wouldn't have given to have her here. ]
[ filter; menelaus ]
Are you free tomorrow?
[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.