Eros~

This is my first real Mother's Day, and I do hope I'll get to see you for at least part of it. Meanwhile, know that your mother is here for you and that you are loved, dear boy. ♥

[The first thing visible is Tanner's smile, as he's a little too close to the camera, still trying to adjust it as it blinks on. He bites his lip for a moment, looking for the little light indicating that it is indeed on, and once he finds it, he gently settles himself back into his computer chair.]

Hi. [He smiles, shyly. His face overtaken with a hint of pink.] I'm Tanner. You might know me as...[He stops, and worries his lip between his teeth a little, looking decently self conscious by now.] Ganymede.

I've looked through the other posts here and some of them are really-[He stops again, and just shakes his head.] Um. But...I think I kind of get the gist of this place? I'm not sure. [He shrugs.] But I figured I'd make a video post, because I...don't think I'd know how to introduce myself just typing. [There's a bit of a giggle.] It doesn't...carry tone well, you know? And I wanted to be friendly.

So, hi! [He waves, and smiles brightly at the camera, before winking, and cutting the feed.]

Well... Whoever sent them to me certainly has unusual tastes in flowers. They're lovely, yes, but far from the typical bouquet.

But, where did they come from? I didn't think the gentlemen around here whose company I keep would have a sentimental streak like that.

[Since Poseidon's wrath of power weeks ago, Chelsea had mixed feelings. Sure, there was uncertainty there with what her father was capable of. It was majestic, and inspiring. She was in plain awe of what he could do. There also came that nagging feeling of restlessness that she could be easily tossed aside, especially after seeing how Aphrodite use and fawn over him. She didn't talk to him for days. Finally, he'd had enough of Chelsea's silent treatment and once again they wrangled through a spat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you kid? Get used to being one of many."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Triton was already there, she was sure other of his children might pop up.

"You know what it means." He replied flatly. "You might get slapped with another brother or sister from Dite."

Her jaw dropped. Seriously, she was going to punch him in the face. And she tried. But he didn't get vicious on her. He held her in his iron grip by the shoulders. "I won't lose you Chelsea." That was a demand on his part. His Amphitrite wasn't going to be thrown out if he had anything to say about it. Her sway over anyone, even a goddess of Love went beyond himself. Even Triton, a favored of his offspring held nothing in comparison to Chelsea.]

It's a shame I can't eradicate the population when the brat pisses me off like I could weeks ago.

Uhmm... Hello? So, I got this email, and here I am.
I don't know if I've missed a worldwide memo here or something, because I have no idea what this is. I mean, I get a lot of anonymous mail—you know, fan mail, proposals, and such—but this is creeping me out more than usual. I must have also missed some technological advancement, since I'm pretty sure printers had to be turned on before they spewed out papers.

Just to make things clear, I'm Nathaniel Gallagher, age 21, male model yes, contain your orgasms.
Again, if anyone could kindly explain the situation, I'd be very much entitled to rewarding someone with a nice dinner or a glass of wine.

Melpomene--Paean told me the news. He's got you set up to come in for an appointment at two on Friday. I don't suggest trying to get out of it. You know how he can be.

Something tells me that Melpomene isn't the only one with a bun in the proverbial oven. All things considered, we should probably have the numbers on record, in case the Anti-Godling squads come looking for us. How many of you ladies are also expecting?

[Aphrodite went to the doctor's office on her own that morning, and came back with some interesting news...]

[Filtered to Dionysus, Poseidon and Hades]

Gentlemen, if you can see this, it means we need to have a chat. Get back to me as soon as you're able.

Hello, godlings. Have you missed us?

I am pleased at how well your progress is coming along. Some of you know where you must go. Some of you have even acquired your first artifacts. There is more to be done, of course, but I am pleased thus far. Soon, you will not need to hide behind your current shells.

That does, however, beg a question. Can you be trusted to be yourselves again? Can the world be trusted to handle you? There is only one way to find out.

Your test begins at sunrise tomorrow, on the Equinox. It ends at sunrise the next day. We will be watching you.

I despise this so called holiday. The next fool who tries to pinch me is going to get frost bite.

[Phone Call to Frigg]

Miss Lawson? Callista Lovelace. I've completed the dress designs. The bride's dress and the flower girl dress just need fittings. I didn't have any measurement specifications for the bridesmaid dresses, but the designs on them are complete. Any idea when we can arrange for fittings?

Miladies,

As Knight of the Goddess, I feel it is only fitting I send you all a Valentine's Day greeting. Regardless of whether you have a significant other, may you experience much love and happiness this day! It is truly an honor for this knight to know you all.

Yours,

Sir Gawain

This time of year, I really start to miss my boys. Particularly when I can hardly take five steps without seeing some image or another of my son. It always did strike me odd that everyone insists on only depicting him in his babyhood, though. He was far more striking as a young man.

Very well then. You wish my attention so badly, you may have it.

Though those who demand my attention ought to know who they've summoned, I shall still introduce myself. I am Maeve Windthrope. Yes, that one. Now someone explain the reason why I have been virtually hounded by this website. And it had better be a good reason.

This holiday needs to be shot. I hear one more Christmas song chiming through my office, then no sexy skirt line or bra reveal is going to keep the secretary her job. I've got three other girls ready to do a much better job than that, honey. Be glad I haven't destroyed all of New York, even with the brat back.

I can appreciate persistence, but really, spamming my business email is not the best way to get positive attention from me.

But I suppose it's also effective. This is Ebony Duron, how can I help you?

[Filter: Seth]
There's been a development I think you might be interested to know... No one has seen the little snake in over a month. No one knows where she is.

It's been a month since that damned incident at the hotel. Nimue hasn't been seen since. I'm going to just lay it out and admit that I'm Not Taking This Well. If anyone has the slightest idea what happened to her, our particular court would appreciate hearing about it.


Also, I'm not going to discuss anything further, but I just want to reiterate something for everyone, especially the gods, who might still be confused: Sexual Assault Is Not Acceptable Behavior. Full Stop.

[Poseidon was a wreck without his mortal 'Amphitrite'. Chelsea had been gone for nearly a week now and it was slowly picking away the tough layers revealing a very vulnerable man in return. He would move heaven and earth to have a tight lock on those that clipped him so tight. His chest hurt, a worry grew that he hadn't thought possible for the girl he'd stripped from her mother those ten years ago. This was exactly the reaction Chelsea had been hoping for, sadly she wasn't there to gloat it in his face. She just knew. In the meantime he'd sent his Nereids to do the dirty work, yet there was no headway and Poseidon was getting restless, angrier by the minute.]

This has gone on long enough. Produce that kid at my doorstep or I will sink what's left of this city. Hurricane Irene stands nothing on me.

Edit: Hades, Dite, let's hope you two kids haven't been making plans without me. Know anything?

Wednesdays are inconvenient for birthdays. My staff keeps asking if I'm doing anything. On a Wednesday? Really? It's not exactly a conducive night for a soiree. I'm leaving Julien to field any questions about my social calendar for today.

[Poseidon returned to find his apartment empty, his computer on with a message that sent him into a rage. His child had no option to 'do as she pleased'. Not without any idea of where she had gone. It wasn't the first time she had jumped ship, but when she was younger it was easier to pick and chose her hiding spots. 

He knew nothing of what she'd learned from Hades, having long since lost track with his ex a few years back. She'd paled around with her current abusive boyfriend still asking to see her daughter. After a few years he stopped listening to her whining, it was pathetic. What she had learned of men she'd learned from Poseidon, beaten down to believe she was worth nothing. Poseidon 'had' ruined her, he would never deny that, he held some pride in that fact.

What he was not proud of however was losing the only good thing he had. Chelsea.]

Alright who the fuck knows something, speak now and maybe I won't throw this city under water. Atlantis made it's mistakes too.