Dionysos - god of wine, vegetation and festivity (zagreus) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-02-13 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~dionysus, ~hermes |
Prodigal Son (open to anybody on Olympus)
The cacophony of sound was raucous and nearly violent, spreading out in rippling bursts of noise that mirrored the damage being done to the pristine lawns that covered most of the mountain. When the percussion section began, it only grew louder and clouds of dust rose as the bricks from the walkway were clapped together. But it led to a good deal of dancing, which only made the singers whoop louder in appreciation. Then somebody accidentally stepped on one of opossums, and the shrieks joined in with the whooping and the hollering and somebody started with the first zaghareet, which was swiftly followed by an entire chorus. There was absolutely no doubt: Dionysus was back on Olympus.
It took a bit of time to herd them all, human and otherwise, into what passed for the wine god's temple. From the outside, it looked like an overgrown ruin, covered in vines and vegetation. It looked like that from the inside too, for the most part, with the exceptions of one very lumpy, overstuffed couch that was covered in fleece blankets placed in front of a 90” hi-def, flat screen television. Leopards prowled through the undergrowth, along with a couple of wolves, several house cats, and a very confused springbok that continued to confound the leopards by refusing to act like prey. It had been exposed to the leopards too long.
Dionysus made his way through the throng of maenads, nymphs and satyrs to claim his spot on the couch. It was his because the lumps conformed perfectly to his backside, and he wiggled slightly then began the search for the remote control. It rarely remained on the couch. Once it had been found at the bottom of the pond, filled with eggs the frogs had laid that spring. Needless today a new remote had been purchased. Today, it took half the assemblage searching for it before the thing was found, mildly chewed by one of the creatures living there, half buried under a clump of Lotus corniculatus. Dio brushed it off and turned on the television.
What followed was half an hour of constant channel changing and arguing, while the springbok attempted to stalk one of the house cats and the leopards pretended to ignore the goings on altogether. Dionysus was a fan of the democratic process in most instances, but when they stumbled across a bio piece on ABBA, he made a command decision and threw the remote into the pond to keep anyone from changing the channel again. The programming inspired an impromptu concert, which he stopped so that he could request Take A Chance On Me, since the basses were definitely off on Super Trooper. The soo-pa-pa-troo-pa-pa was not on the beat at all, but they did much better with the take-a-ch-ch-ch-chance. Well, those that changed and sang the second song did. It was an interesting though unexpected mash-up.
In the lull that came before another song was chosen, before the satyrs discovered the tambourine that one of the wolves had been sitting on, before the next commercial came on the television, the springbok sprang out from the brush that was nearest to the pond in an attempt to pounce the wholly suspecting house cat, which in turn puffed up like it had stuck a paw in a light socket and hissed for all it was worth.
The opossums immediately played dead.