mythopoeics

Sigh.

So much for Turkey. It was really beautiful there, too. Now what?

[Filter: Persephone]
Where are you, darling? I seem to have misplaced you in the move...

[Filter: Aidan]
I remember...

[Filter: Greeks]
It took me a while, but this is Demeter. Tell me, who else is here? Are any of my siblings? A no to that questtion would be good

[ filter; sisters + brie ]
I never really admitted this, but I... probably should now? I have a boyfriend now, and his name is Corbin. He's really R Well, that's not important Artemis, you've already met him. I really love like love

I'm in love with him, but I'm afraid I won't be a good girlfriend.

How do I be a good girlfriend? Being a wife is different

[Filter: Siblings + Hecate * other Underworldlings]

Sudden vacation with a new friend to Turkey! I'll be leaving early next week and I'll be back in a month's time. It'll be colder and horrible when I get back but I think I'll tolerate it better when I have some nice memories to keep me perky during the more bleak moments.

Be good! ♥

[Filter: Rosier]

♥♥ Please visit my apartment once a day to check on my plants. And do you want anything from Turkey?

[Filter: Private]

PLEASE DO NOT LET ANYTHING GO HORRIBLY WRONG. I need this. Give me this if you're going to make me suffer another cold, horrible winter away from


Just let me have this.

[She was restless. Terribly restless. The kind of restless where you are waiting for something to happen. Not that she knew what it was. No. That was a lie. She was waiting to know. The dreams were more frequent and no less confusing. There were horses and for whatever reason it felt like she was one of them, but that didn't make sense. She wasn't a horse. She'd started searching websites dedicated to dream interpretation but it wasn't helping. Aidan said to let it just happen and she'd loosened her reins a little, but she was still so confused.

Quietly, she sipped at her tea, trying to clear her mind before she tried to go back to sleep. Whether or not she would be successful, she couldn't say. She felt lost, but at least she had a vacation to look forward to planning. Which reminded her, she should talk with Leyla again.]

Dear dreams, go away There is not enough tea in this world.

[Filter: Leyla]
I think I'm even more ready for that vacation now than I was last month. How are you?

[Pyri was here. Yes, it had been some time since she'd found out, but it was still the truth. It made her wonder if anyone else was around. Were her children? Her husband? Perhaps people who would be less interested in seeing her. She would have to figure out who was around and who wasn't. Eventually.]

[Filter: Persephone]
How are you doing? I know the fall is not your favorite always good for you. If there is anything you need, you know you can tell me. I hope I'm not bothering you or asking about things when I shouldn't.

[Filter: Children]
Are any of you here? This is Styx, your mother.

[ Marriage. It had been on Aphrodite's mind since they had returned from Zurvan. Which by itself was odd, in reference to Ares, as she had always been content with the title of consort. So long as Ares was hers; she was happy. But to be married finally seemed like such an enthralling path to embark on with him -- even if it only counted as mortals. They were pretty much at that point, unofficially. And she loved his human daughter, Alice. In a lot of ways the young girl reminded Aphrodite of their own daughter, Harmonia.

Heck part of her was just curious to see how he'd react to the subject of marriage. They were long past hiding their relationship, obviously, and neither had significant-mortal-others to answer to. Except for her estranged husband but he was a loser and a half who had crawled into some hole somewhere. So, rationally, Ares really didn't have any reason to avoid the subject or get annoyed. Which naturally led her to decide to make a game out of it. Game meaning she'd ask him a question or two and if he answered wrong he'd sleep on the couch for a month. ]

[ filter; ares ]
How much do you love me?

[ filter; children ]
Lovelies, I say we go buy your father a new wardrobe because while we were stuck in that alternate universe Zurvan he looked damn good in uniform and he needs more suits. Aeneas you don't have to go if you don't want, I imagine shopping isn't at the top of your favorites list. But we do need to spend more time together, Sweetie ♥

Also, what do you all think about planning a trip to Hawaii for Christmas??

[ filter; public ]
It's October next week, there's no avoiding it and it's never too early -- what is everyone thinking about for Halloween costumes?

Last year I went as a stewardess because I was in love with Pan Am, but I hate repeats. If I can't decide I could always be lazy and just throw a top and shorts on and carry my board around to be a surfer, but then I have to lug that around a party.

It ended with a kiss. There, surprise out of the way. Persephone had spent the better part of the month indulging herself in what it would be like to be strut around like a male. And it was harmless, enjoyable fun. She didn't make for the most convincing of young men but did have to admit that it distracted her from disruption from Zurvan and the upcoming colder months.

So for nearly three weeks, she had spent most of her free time at her cousin's club, acquainting herself with his female employees and even sharing small stories of her youth with 'Erol' with them. One particular lady seemed fond enough of her and helped her perfect the perfect thin mustache. The goatee had been an extra touch. It was outright ridiculous but entertaining.

And then the kiss came and she had squeaked in a manner not like a gentlemen or, really, herself. Although she did not flee, she was visibly flustered and hid beneath her hat the rest of the time.

Maybe she needed a new curiosity to handle in the near future.

I named this frog Pierre. Enough people at the greenhouse asked me what his name was. That was apparently the only name I could think of. Now I have Pierre the frog. It's annoying that I still miss those boys. They'll never be here It's more annoying that I can't get any fudging sleep, but that's another matter altogether.

Other than that, I'm debating a vacation considering I nearly fell asleep in the geraniums the other day. Apparently I was at work the whole time we were gone anyway, so I might as well. Maybe I can actually focus on what everything means then

[Filter: Private]
I don't like feeling like this. The fall and winter are never my best months, but this is just overkill. I think my body's losing it...or maybe my mind. I can't be sure. I know he said to let it come, but what if I don't want to know? I'm just going to try to get some sleep again.

[ Zephyrus is just sitting on a couch looking slightly uncomfortable. ]

I'll be honest with you all, I'm not a blogger, and I don't even really use a phone that much, so sorry if I sound awkward. I know I do... Unfortunately this is the best way to introduce yourself I guess. I'm... Zephyrus [ Even knowing the circumstances, or at least hearing about the circumstances, that brought all of them together it's still weird to introduce himself with his true name. ] I'd really appreciate it if you called me Wren, or I guess Zeph if you have to.

That's about-- [ He's about to end this awkward video but remembers something. ]

Our free Saturday at the botanical gardens here in the city is coming up so if you haven't been before it comes highly recommended. [ Free Weekend? Worst idea in the world. ] I work there, and that's why I'm telling you all. I have a couple of gardens, so you might even see me.

[ With that he abruptly, abruptly, cuts the feed. ]

[FILTERED TO EROS AND ANTEROS]

You kids need anything, you let me know.

[/filtered]

God, it feels good to be back at work properly.  I think my daughter has a bit of a crush on Euterpe's brother though. She's constantly talking about him.  Euterpe, please talk to him and explain she's a bit of a troublemaker.

[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

[ filter; hyacinth and raven ]
Do either of you oppose seeing a movie this weekend? I don't really know what's playing.

[ filter; siblings ]
Can we do something sometime? Maybe dinner? Not all of us at once, because that would be a lot, but some of us?

Back to being a child alone. It is more quiet. I like that. I bought extra locks for my house and my office at work. It was not a good idea, I think, to talk to siblings. They will be pokey

At least I have come back richer than I left.

[Being dead was... interesting. So interesting that Hypnos remembered nothing of it upon waking up in his father's apartment, the one he'd had yet to give up. He remembered the dying -- that was hard to forget -- but everything that came after was a haze. Nevertheless, he was here now. Dying and coming back to life was so unnatural when they lived as humans without the existence of Hades, and now...

Now he needed his family.]

[ filter; family ]
Are you all at home?

[ filter; zurvan family ]
Ah. Sorry.

Someone had better explain why we are suddenly a host to soldiers who aren't behaving in a very soldier-like manner.

[Filter: Babylonians]

Those Niflheimians are unpredictable. Ally with the more powerful countries immediately. Corner and massacre them. If they are not whipped into obedience, we will be razed to the fucking ground. We need power and cunning.

We must do something now that something appears to be wrong with the soldiers. They don't quite seem drunk but they do appear drugged in some manner. This is luck and we must take advantage of it to show this world that we are not their doormat.

I may have remembered myself, but here I have a duty. I will not forget it. This region is still my region. My duty will not be abandoned because of my memories.

[ filter; sisters ]
I'm married to Ares.

Contain your laughter.

[Enough time had passed that the opium was out of his system. It had been for a little while, though, but he'd been avoiding people. He didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't care if they were annoyed by the fact that his door was locked. It was all in the name of getting his emotions in check and back under his control. It wasn't until then that he picked up his journal.]

[Filter: Leyla]
This is as you wished. I am fine. There will be no need for worrying. If you need to complain about some need for worrying that you have, then I think you should get it over with so it is out of the way. Oui?

[Filter: Pasithea]
I do not... There is really no correct thing to say... Ah

I...would ask how you are doing, but I believe I know the answer. Is there anything I can do? This is the trouble with emotions...You still feel obligated to check on people

I can say this one thing...I am not dead. Not that I was in danger of dying. I'm just...saying. Not dead. But Hypnos-

I can't...believe I never did this more. It's like...floating in a sea of calm happiness.

I could fall asleep. I think that would be a nice way to spend the rest of this time. Sleeping.


[ooc: Rosier possibly got into the opium.]

[Filter: Rosier]

Sometimes, I go to sleep wishing we could do it all over again. They are ashes now and that wish is futile but it remains.

I don't feel as satisfied as I thought I would. Nothing, I think, will satisfy me, Rosier, as nothing will bring back to me a warm, gently breathing Hypnos. Our youngest brother will never lay about as I comb my fingers through his impossibly soft hair. I will never wait with great patience for him to open his eyes and smile again.

Something was done. Justice was obtained but I still don't feel right.

So what do we do now?

If anyone knows any information regarding the whereabouts a woman named Syrinx, please let me know immediately.  Even if they're just rumors.  Anything that leads to finding her will be monetarily rewarded.

[Filter: Family]
I heard of the fire and- please let me know you're all fine.  I don't even care about the crops, just be fine.

[Filter: All citizens of Babylon]
Because the Sultan has been silent on the matter, I decided it is my duty to inform you of our region's current situation.  I understand our decision will not be a popular one, but the necessity of it was not taken lightly.  We have secured a path through Babylon along the border of Camelot for soldiers of Nilfheim and Iriy to pass through in exchange for a toll.  We have military forces guarding that path in case of incident, but we have assurance from both countries that there should not be any problems that would lead to Babylonian land or people being harmed.  Please do not be alarmed by their presence and let us all hope that this war is swift.  In the meantime, please keep to the main cities of Babylon and limit your travel through those designated areas. 

As much as I enjoy travel, I've never been happier to see Babylon.  Bless this weather, the people, and the food. 

Considering an early retirement. 

[Filter: Syrinx]
I was going to surprise you with my return, but you weren't home when I visited. 

Ah... when will you be around?  If it's not too much trouble.

[Filter: Medb]
Is there anything left to discuss?

[Filter: Babylonian Officials]
Anything important I missed while away?  Has everything been properly prepared and secured?

Set, come by sometime.  I picked up something in Nilfheim that may interest you.

Today's been the least busy of my days. I'm not sure I can be pleased about that I even spent time in the fields, which was a little strange, since I'm almost never out there...to help.

[Filter: Siblings]
Come see me. I've missed y- No. Nevermind. We're having dinner. In case you didn't know. Ten minutes. Be there. I don't want to have to feed your food to the cats in retaliation.

I hate July. Corpses start to stink much faster in July. Therefore, people should do their best not to die until winter, since that makes my life easier.

I have finally been delivered the most lovely of items after I saw it a couple of days ago. I've yet to figure out what to do with it but I think I've become more fond of observing it in its box. Such vivid colours, such a beautiful scene. But as one does not often find a kimono in shops, not one of this quality, perhaps just admiring it is enough.

I might preserve it for my possible future...nieces and nephews. ♥ Rosier, get on that.

[Filter: Siblings]

It's a royal kimono. I am concerned.



[ooc: this was being discussed over here, guys and still can be. ♥]

[Early in the morning, she had wriggled out of bed and had gone into the kitchen to make herself tea. The sun had barely been peeking up, the air outside tinted with the mild chill of the night still. And in this way, when all the world around her was starting to stir or contemplate sleeping in longer, she wished herself a happy twenty-ninth birthday.]

Should my household require anything, ask before I leave for a few hours. ♥ I promise to be home for a lunch. I need to go soak up some sun and buy a few things.

Also, when watering the plants, please remember to check for cats and sleeping Hypnos...es!

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 )

It's wrong to bully someone just because you're having a bad day, isn't it? I think I made three grown men cry today. I need better soldiers.

[Filter: Babylonian High Ranks]
I've taken care of our borders to the best of my ability. Everyone is stationed where they need to be. However, you're aware we are not a military power in comparison. It's irritating at moments like these. This can only help so much. Come to a decision before they do.

[Filter: Osiris]
Don't let Tezcatlipoca poison you, please.

[filter; pasithea]
How is your son coming along? Or daughter...

[filter; public]
When you sleep in flowers... sometimes, you wake up with flowers in your hair. Unless that was my sister.

[Filter: Private]

Note to self: get the driver to see if he can remove that dent before Rosier knows about it. I swear, the places people will put posts.

No, wait, I think it was the fence. I think. I really shouldn't drink before driving. Feh.

[Filter: Public]

The world is grumbling and I am eager to read of things unrelated to the rumours of missing princesses, abductions, horrible men who do those things and whatnot. Really, have you seen Babylon's history? It's littered with kidnapped women. I know it's not really all that nice and very much illegal now but it's happened.

Besides, we the people can hardly help the situation by speculating so much until more is known. And I'm Babylonian. I have no care or connection to Ryugu-jo or Camelot. And they really better not come here. Personally, I rather discuss something of more value to me.


Family, one of the cats from outside got in. I don't know where it is. ♥

Work has kept me detained for more time than I expected. I've never seen a person deliberate so slowly and for so long. If you want the opium, you want it. Don't be a bitch about it Luckily it turned out well in the end anyway.

[Filter: Siblings]
And what have you three been up to?

#RIPBoxing

[All but one painting had been returned. It was well enough -- it wasn't one she particularly liked. With her studio apartment back to normal, she dove back into painting Rome and what she remembered of it, the brothel in particular.]

Gentlemen, don't look this way.

I've been learning that I lack better than just decent models. This city is full of beautiful women, and not enough come through my door, I'm afraid. Who would like to fix this dilemma of mine?

[filter; surpanakha]
I am looking at you. Can you feel it?

[He'd been thinking, watching, studying. From what he could tell the angels here were Uriel, Samyaza, Kokabiel, and Barachiel. He wasn't alone amongst the fallen here, but he was also a lot less...affectionately compelled than the others. He didn't check in with the others or respond to their entries where they could see them. Instead he read what he could and learned as much as possible. He didn't know if he'd choose to reveal himself to them. Truthfully he didn't want to. He liked staying hidden, remaining unknown. The Dominions had suited him perfectly. It was just the rest of his actions and behavior that hadn't suited his father.

He frowned as he read over some of the more recent entries. A dinner. He would not be attending. He didn't need to lean on them. They could lean on themselves and keep their emotions off his dry clean only clothes.

His nose wrinkled just slightly as he nearly said hello before deciding against it. Perhaps one person not formerly related to him (unless there was something he didn't know) was better. Maybe.]

[Filter: Angels]
Hello

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
I might have something to tell you. Perhaps.

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.

Moving a business is a clusterfuck of paperwork and a pain in my ass. It's finally done though so thank the fuck for that. Abernathy Securities is open for business here in the great city of New York. Anyway, anyone looking for work, I could use an assistant.

I'm Henry, used to be called Ares. You see a tiny grumpy seven year old running around, that's Alice. Yes, she's always like that. No, it doesn't bother me.

[When she wakes to the sounds of New York, she nearly throws herself from her bed, scrambling for her laptop. Skimming the posts, she gets an idea of what's happened.

There is only one person she wants to see, immediately. If he has returned.]

[Filter: Hades]

Which hospital? Tell me before before I believe this isn't real and that you are still dead and I I have to track you down myself and I am not so good with that don't make me involve Hermes again

Tell me. Tell me, please.

Her sisters were dead. Hades was dead. And without Zeus and Demeter, that meant she was alone. Oh, she had other sisters here, her dear cousin. But none of them were him, the one who should have never died in the first place.

It had been a couple of days since Hades' death. Persephone had thrown herself into silent, numb grief. It differed from the one she suffered when she first was brought to the Underworld. Then she had cried more openly with the grace of an innocent who didn't have the strength to deal with the shock and change. It hadn't been attractive in the slightest (no one ever looked good while crying, she could assure them of that).

Now the tears slipped down her face and she doesn't make a sound. An Iron Queen shouldn't cry, she knew that, but this was the Underworld King, her husband. Her Hades. Death came to them but not like this. Never like this. The heels of her hands scrubbed at her damp cheeks as she ignored the worried servants moving around her, whispering and fretting. Nothing would be alright until he came back. If he came back. In the case that he did not...

A chill swept over her inside and then anger. She would hunt down Khaos and would, if it came to it, perish trying for revenge. Going on without doing anything (without him) would never do.

A. Is this seriously a journal? Did everyone forget the ibooks at home?

B. The fuck am I wearing?



Last time I was this high was when I was... bloody fifteen? Amesterdam and all.

[After the battle, he hadn't lingered for long. He'd said a quiet prayer for the man and left. Old habits.

It was a long time after the fight, after getting his wounds treated and what celebration was going on that he picked up his journal. Troilus - that was his name - had asked him to tell the Trojans he was not upset. The possibility that this could end with dealing with other's emotions was high. However, a dying man's request wouldn't go ignored. He could give him that and once he had, it was over. It was done.]

[Filter: Trojans]
I am afraid I am not knowing any of you and this will probably not be something you are wishing to read. I am Erol.

Your...Troilus. He was wanting me to tell you he is not bearing me ill will. I would normally not be bothering, because words could...uh...make it worse and I am not having proof, but I am believing dying requests should be given. Even if it is making unpleasant responses.

I am...sorry for your loss. If you are being angry with me, it is okay. I understand.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
See, cousin? Your confidence was well placed. I am mostly okay. A few cuts...but it's nothing.

[Filter: Hades]

And you will fight so beautifully that tears will prick the eyes of all in the arena and I will feel the victory in my heart as I watch the son of Atreus falls for the last time. Freedom must come to you then and never again will we have to seek permission to see one another.

[Filter: Hermes]

I must be impish, my dear.

I wish to send something to someone dear to me but you must give it to him in private.

And here I was thinking it could not be more strange.

I am wrong. At least people can have being watched. Pretty pretty pretty

[Filter: Aaron & Underworld minus Minos]

Situations?

[Filter: Osiris]

Brother.

[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.

The best musical moment in cartoon history. However, don't watch if you're afraid of clowns. I really need a gig or something to get me out of this apartment. Right now, I think I'd even take a semi-regular job. I should not have had enough time on my hands to actually seriously contemplate which video to choose.

I'm Jake. Some of you may know me as Apollo. Lazy ass musician and roommate to Gabe.

It's okay. No really. I don't mind being exiled from my own dorm so my roommate can have sex with her creepy boyfriend. At least the library is quiet and I can work without being interrupted. Which means I should probably be working on this paper and not posting this. I don't even know why I am.

Anyway, Hello everyone. I'm Matilda.

I am thinking I am tired of all of this wanting them to go away needing a lot of caffeine.

I did not mind all the...uh...people who were staying in my home. I am not missing them either. It did make sleeping...troubled.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
There are other peeps here. I don't want them here.

I have never thought I would see my mortal father hanging around with my mother. My real mother. I think the image is now burnt on the back of my eyelids.

They gave me Apollo. They gave me this imitation of him and expect me to be happy? Screw you. I swear, if I ever get my place back, I'll give you this a thousand fold back.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
Not that I'm complaining, but something seems a bit off. I know I am a persuasive man when it comes to getting what I want, but I don't even know these people who showed up at my house. There has been a lot of sex Not that I don't enjoy them immensely, but you didn't have something to do with it, did you?

It wasn't my manager. I know that much.

[Filter: Public]
Are these things happening often? Things that are feeling unusual, I mean.

This is an interesting change. I can't say I ever expected it to happen.

Hello. Bonjour. I believe I am "new" here. Outside of here, I am less of that but that is not important.

It will be a pleasure to meet whoever is here? Whomever? I do not always recall these things. It is a bit...uh...difficult, you might say, to know which words are correct sometimes.

As I was saying, hello. If I know anyone here, it is good to know you. If I do not, then please come to talk to me. I would like to know all of you lovely cherubs.