The Moirae (apportioners) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-01 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | lsd, the moirae |
Who: Clotho; OPEN to anybody staying with Marijuana's crowd
Where: The Highway
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: TBD
Clotho wasn't altogether sure what she was doing. She couldn't provide much in the way of help - not protection, nor healing, nor any more guidance beyond the counsel she and her sisters had already offered Zeus. Even if it had fallen within her lot, she highly doubted she could have done half as well as the drug gods could on their own, with all the resources at their fingertips that their young, powerful pantheon afforded them.
She'd come anyway, if for no other reason that to soothe her conscience.
The Spinner had puzzled for some time over what to bring. She felt as though she ought to offer something, not just turn up empty-handed; but again, from what she gathered, Marijuana's safe house was well-stocked and not wanting for any of the essentials. In the end, she'd simply gone for comfort food: a box of home-made rum balls and two dozen of Lachesis' mouth-watering cupcakes, as well as a tin of her favourite, thick Spanish hot chocolate.
As an afterthought, she'd thrown in some DVDs - Jason and the Argonauts, Xena: Warrior Princess, Troy, even Disney's version of Hercules, for which she'd secretly always had a certain fondness, despite its truly unflattering depiction of her (worms for hair?! Yeah, thanks very much). Even if they weren't watched, at the very least the purchase of the myth-inspired films might bring a tiny trickle of worship back into their pantheon. They needed all they could get at the moment.
It was with all of these assorted goodies slung over her shoulder within a bulging shopping bag that Clotho headed up the front steps of the shop.