It wasn't something Enyo ever though she would say, but the chaos in the sandbox was getting monotonous and therefore... was no longer holding any interest for her. It was basically the same exact thing over and over again and at this point, until someone was willing to something in even a remotely new fashion, or at least on a grander scale, she needed to wash her hands of it. It wasn't her territory anyway. Technically. It was Nergal's. Sort of.

And she hadn't even had the delight of catching a glimpse of him out there to make inhaling that dust and having to rinse sand out of every crevice on her body for days after leaving worthwhile. So, that was out. Perhaps she could go stick her nose in the Russia-Ukraine business. The Slavic gods were cranky but, hey... ( she could pick a side and throw some wrenches in that mess.  )

Boredom never suited Enyo. There was a rather dreadful and yet apropos phrase among mortals about how idle hands were the devil's playthings. Well, she didn't believe in the existence in any sort of devil of the likes they did, but it did sort of spark her less than desirable creative traits. Where her siblings were, was anyone's guess. Ares was likely ankle deep in sand, as per usual, and Eris just sort of flitted about like a downy feather on the windy. Enyo would see them both again when it suited them as she had no desire to exfoliate in the desert at the moment or go Geo-cacheing for Discord. So, she had to find her own entertainment.

It did not escape her memory that she did not have the war she wanted and to an extent, deserved. She had put a lot of thought into that, Ares had been so ready to help and Eris had shown them how easy the bait was because Hybris had been holding it. But... it never happened. That was disappointing, if nothing else. Not to mention the lack of Zeus being able to either kill or strike Odin or Thor down a few pegs of arrogance. What was becoming of the Greek Pantheon that they were not able to put a few Nords in their place?

It didn't sit well at all. ( It was also giving her a nasty case of cabin fever. )

The place was packed, which was how it was supposed to be. There were costumes everywhere... also exactly how it was supposed to be. Because it was Halloween. It was also Chicago and Americans went all crazy for the holiday. On top of that, it was Thirsty Thursday, something everyone in the American Midwest was familiar with. Professional drinkers, this lot, and Ninkasi loved them for it. Most of the costumed were immortal in some way, not just gods but nymphs and the like as well, but she was clearly allowing an occasional mortal in as well. There were rules outside to her bouncers for screening them properly.

Shortly, the specialty taps would be opened and her private brews would begin to flow. Which is what, she was sure, Kratos was hoping and/or waiting for. ( Wherever he was. )

There was an oddly thoughtful expression on Enyo's face as she turned out of the New London Theater in Covent Garden. It was a strange little pleasure of hers, not one that she openly shared with anyone under any normal circumstances -only select family members knew as far as she was aware, but everyone had something. A dirty little secret, a guilty pleasure that went against what everyone thought they knew.

With Violence, it was theater. Well... and the collection, but even fewer knew about her collection.

It wasn't just any theater, though. She was not a fan of comedies, mostly because the majority of the mortal population didn't share her sense of humor at all. Tragedies, as they were called, appealed to her a great deal. Pain, suffering, in some cases death... those she enjoyed. Dramas as well. Eris was occasionally tricky enough to talk her into something that left her rigid with annoyance. ( There was a strong possibility that her twin did it just to see if Enyo would explode or go on a mass theater homicidal rampage. )

The crackling in the fireplace was common this time of year, though she didn't really frequent her Bucharest home during the winter months. However, given the circumstances, the company she had requested the presence of and the topic of which Enyo wanted to discuss were not appropriate for Olympus at all. Not if she wanted to keep this under wraps and try to instigate a war between pantheons anyway. Which she most definitely did.

Enyo just hoped Hybris was willing to leave her pet for a time and come gloat about him. Well, and Enyo was hoping she could get something out of Hybris that she could use to taunt the Norse with a bit. Like a lock of hair, a bit of clothing... he was a poet, right? Maybe an audio recording of him singing a dirge while one of them played with him, that was something that could be easily sent anonymously to Asgard. Maybe Bragi would even cry. ( If not voluntarily, Enyo would be happy to make him cry. )

It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?

( The List )

It took some time after the filthy Norseman left before Enyo did anything of substance. There had been a momentary thought that he wasn't quite as filthy as he was in past times. She couldn't speak for their Nazi camp meeting, since she'd barely had time to absorb anything other than the bullet he put in her. But it seemed that he'd at least discovered soap and maybe a flea comb. Still missing a hand. She didn't understand why he just didn't repair his corpus, or at least get a hook or something.

But everything else, she hadn't given it any consideration until a number of days later. She still wasn't really considering the likelihood that Lefty would have just happened upon the Brat to ask her to take him to Violence's Olympic temple. ( It was just awfully coincidental that the one he found happened to be her niece.  )

OOC: This takes place during the mixer, right after Harmonia and Tyr leave.

Barely a full moment passed from the time Harmonia took Tyr by the arm and disappeared from the beach landscape into Concept until they reappeared on Olympus. There was something oddly comfortable about holding his arm, something that Harmonia wasn't sure she liked or thought was appropriate given the circumstances at which brought them here. This was not a social call, this was business. Well, it was sort of a social call, but mostly business.

Once she gathered herself a bit, travel through Concept still left her a little off-center sometimes, she looked around. Whoops. She'd landed a bit off her mark. “I need to work on my aim,” she muttered under her breath. It was just as had happened in Denmark, only this time she was closer than she had been last time. On their left was a large dark structure made of stone and metal. Everything about it screamed war and while Enyo was war, this wasn't the war they were looking for.

Harmonia looked up at the Norseman and let go of his arm. ( He really was extremely handsome. )

Ares didn't actually need a reason to stay away from Olympus. If someone couldn't figure out why he'd prefer a blood-soaked battlefield or a treacherous sandbox to a bright, shining pedestal on which Zeus could plant his smug, obnoxious ass, well, it wasn't like Ares was going to explain himself. The pieces weren't too difficult to put together. Unless the Underworld decided to rise up and storm Olympus, the glorious mountain just wasn't as fun as Ares preferred. He hadn't been back in a while. Years, possibly longer. It was hard to tell. Time was such a dull thing to keep track of.

It wasn't like Ares was difficult to track down if he was truly needed. ( One need only follow the blood trails and the turmoil. )

Ares was not in. Lately, he was never in. But that came as no surprise to Enyo. At least not usually. Her brother came and went as it suited him -such was the nature of war. She knew, she understood. She worked in much the same way. They were like two peas in a pod -she and her older brother. So, simply, his absence didn't worry her. What started to worry Violence was the expanse of time at which he was gone.

No bother, he would return when it suited him and it was best she make sure that when he did return his animals were all in order and cared for. Sure, Ares had attendants, but she was just as likely to find one gored in his temple as she was to find that they'd gone untended to out of fear of the animals.

( Personally, Enyo hated animals. )

Posting Order: Zeus, Hera, Eris, Enyo, Hebe

This had to have been Hera's idea, he thought to himself as he drummed his fingers along the table in the informal dining room of his palace on Olympus. It wasn't that he despised his children with Hera, quite the opposite in terms of Hebe and Illythia, but some of them were quite difficult and tended to cause him moments of disgust where Zeus couldn't help but wonder if it was really worth claiming them as his own. Three troublemakers: Ares, Enyo and Eris. They tended to cause him more headache than pride. ( True, they could be useful, but that was only on an occasional basis and he didn't find there was ever much need to interact with them when they weren't needed. )

Enyo was far too overdressed for her location. Not because Acapulco wasn't known as a fashionable frontier or anything. No, it had to do with the fact that she was in a bar, dressed rather like she was a CEO of a large firm of some sort and slumming it with the braver tourists and locals. But Violence didn't go anywhere, outside of actual war, without dressing as one would expect the daughter of the King and Queen of Olympus to dress. Besides, she liked to feel feminine and elegant.

All that aside, she leaned one elbow on the bar and pointed to her glass of tequila, then to the bartender, then back to her glass. She spoke Spanish just fine, but that was more Castilian Spanish and not Mexican Spanish -there were some differences that made speaking to the locals comfortably... difficult. ( Didn't matter, she wasn't there to socialize with the locals. )

Churchill Downs was all a flutter with activity. Which made sense. It was the most exciting two days of the year at the Louisville, Kentucky track. Zeus had been on site since early yesterday. Mostly for networking purposes, as while he had interest in the Oaks -the filly race held on Friday, from a gambling side of things, he had other things on his mind. He had a horse in the Derby.

( It was a very tricky business, racing horses. )

A lot of people didn't like the things that Bia made them do. They knew it was wrong, but the strength that fell behind the yearning to do it was all that she needed. The small push she administered at the end wasn't much work. Sometimes it did take work. Sometimes she had to sit on a person for weeks to get them to do what they wanted to do. She was usually much more about immediate gratification, but seeing her hard work come to fruition was always rewarding.

Mortals didn't always understand just how hard it was just to do what they want. Some people felt that the ones who did were free and reckless. They felt they didn't care, but Bia knew better. They had to struggle with their choices even if the repercussions came way later in their lives. ( Not that Bia cared about any of that. )