[phone call: Henry]

Henry?

[The word comes out a bit too rushed - too panicked and insecure - and her voice retreats from the speaker for a moment, leaving the distance-dulled sounds of quickened breathing and hissed cursing in its wake. When she readjusts her grip on the phone she tries out a laugh instead - but, frankly, that's absolute shit too, a bit high and thready and totally uncool.]

I, um - Wow. Shit. Sorry, I just - [Another laugh - and, holy shit, she needs to stop doing that. It's sad-sounding and vaguely terrifying. Christ on a moped.] Sorry. Again. I kinda think I'm freaking out?

[CHARON.]
The offer still stands.

[ERIS.]
How are things, darling? Handling those pesky emotions well?

[filtered from admin.]

Fuck me, it's the actual SHRA.

Dude genuinely wants to legislate, test, and register us.

If I ever happen to get married (I know, I know. Contain your skeptical laughter. I do what I want.) I can only hope that my - numerous, of course; as my parents have engendered within me unfairly high expectations in regard to marital life-expectancy - years of wedded bliss are half as interesting as the ones shared by the Ponds.

I mean, seriously. Ood on the loo.

[Filtered from Administration]




On a scale of one to Lyssa, how angry do you think people would get if I wore this the first week of classes?

The festival was so lovely! For those who wondered where I borrowed my routine, this video demonstrates the original performance:



Fortunately, I picked better music. The music in the video was lovely, but wasn't something I love to perform to.

And a lot of the waitresses had trouble at work today when customers asked questions. One girl told me she couldn't lie. I think that's silly; why would anyone not be completely honest with their customers anyhow? But I tried to call a red pen blue and I couldn't say it.

As we know what this means, I'm sure, I suppose the only thing I can say is this will be an easier time for me than others. I apologize for anyone who may experience difficulties at this time. While I've always been a proponent of honesty, forced honesty is an entirely different matter.

[Baldr]

Jay and I have decided to start saving money to attend the 2016 Olympic Games in Brazil. I'd like it very much if you considered coming with me.

Have you been feeling better? Has Loki been bothering you?

[Greek Friends]

I saw what he said to you all. Next time I see him, I'm not going to break his neck. But I won't say imagining it doesn't please me.

Essentially, I'm not tolerating it and I'm going to have words with that man.

One day I'll be totally a special envoy on the Olympiads. Because I would love to have that in my resumé and because I love the irony of it, not that I'm Olympic, but at least Greek. Kinda. Rivers count.

Can't wait for the winter games, and then Brazil! I should save some money and go to the winter games, at least to take some pictures.

Minions!

I expect you at/behind/under your desks promptly today. Come armed. I'm feeling both chipper and deadly this morning. Anticipate Nerf warfare.

If you're late, plan a dramatic entrance. Or you'll probably just be sacrificed to the others.


[Filter: Henry]

What are you up to today?

I think I've reached the dozen of people that made oaths not to fail the next term. I want to take this chance to let you all know I took a long time to explain them all the consequences, but apparently those hazy eyed, badly shaven desperate looking seniors really want to pass, among others.

I just hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the rear.

[Persephone, Charon, could-be-Hades/Hayden]

Guys! Guys!

We should go camping while we can. I'm not sure if Perse told anyone else, but it could be a bonding experience, or something.

I have come to an executive decision: Steve needs a boyfriend.

This is due to the fact that I'm a terrible momma and my poor baby gets lonely. I abandon him. I kick him out of bed. And some people just don't want to chance a bit of entirely innocent asphyxiation. So his life is hard and would clearly only be improved by the addition of someone scaly with whom to share his heat-lamp and participate in communal snuggles.

Now to figure out what kind of morph I want.

Damn you, Comic-Con. With all your very shiny swag. I totally didn't plan on buying this much shit.

Also: Wall of armor. Whole wall filled with armor. (Do you think I could fit one of those in my apartment? Maybe the kitchen? I could gut all those useless appliances and install a room of them. It's not like I use the kitchen anyway.) And then Robert Downey Jr. played with a bunch of small children wearing Iron Man costumes. It was adorable. I think that I actually experienced what other women feel when they have that weird, biological desire for babies. Just for a second there.

Or maybe it was just weird, biological desire for Robert Downey Jr. Still too hard to tell. Have no basis for comparison on the first option. Will mull this over.

And there's going to be a Deadpool game. Be still, my nerdy heart.

[filter; greeks!]
well~ i figured i should do this eventually. this is eos. ♥ my siblings get kisses and the rest of my family gets hugs, and i never disappoint with my hugs and kisses. so who's all here in this life?

[filter; aphrodite]
you'd better not be here

BRB going to Comic-Con.

oh god i am so high on valium right now for this flight. oops. probably shouldn't announce that. brb deleting that. now




They found a new moon orbiting Pluto.

Hello everyone! I'm Jean, although people usually call me Jay. And I just got here! Well, I got here like an hour ago, but between arranging stuff and what now I have just sat and now I'm writing this. I'm majoring in both Photography and Journalism, I wonder how many other people have similar tastes? Apparently they teach pretty much everything in here! Which makes sense, considering how different is everyone.

But, right to the point; I thought about it on my way here I have decided I really shouldn't make such a fuzz about my, you know, secret identity mythological thingy. Well, at least in my case, I think it's okay. I could be wrong, but hey, it should be interesting.

So, I'm Styx. You know the river? Well, the goddess of the river, although also the river. It's...complicated. But yes, hate and oaths. If you ever need to make a promise you don't want to break let me know, although there are conditions and it's not something to take lightly.

And that's it! I'm Styx, so I wonder if there's people I knew here. I mean, there has to be right? And don't worry, nothing tops my, err, biological family in terms of lameness.

Nice to meet you all!

So, hi, I guess? My name is Hayden McGrath, I'm new in town. I'm originally from Canada (Edmonton), but I've been wandering around for a few years now. I sort of... came to realise that I think I'm a reincarnate, so I thought I'd come here and see if I could figure out who I was.

I'm also the new assistant groundskeeper on campus. So, uh, stay off my lawn?

Okay, someone else really needs to acknowledge the fact that Big is a freaking creepy-ass movie.

I mean, I'm not going to go around making claims of being a beacon of morality in an otherwise dark and hopeless world - because, yeah, that'd be bullshit of a truly impressive degree. But I'm sitting here watching and I'd just like the producers of this movie to acknowledge that Tom Hanks is only magically an adult. Mentally, he's this awkward, prepubescent kid getting macked on by a woman in her thirties. I seriously question her motives here.

All I can think during this entire film is that baby-Tom Hanks is going to need so much extensive therapy after the credits are done rolling. And that Susan Whateverhernameis should probably be on some sort of Predator Watch or something.


[Filtered to Henry]

I know you're probably sick of my mug after the last week, but my momma express-mailed me some 'smug bitch' cookies. Want to share?

( it's a long story (tl;dr content) )

[Video]

[If the view wasn't so dark, one would be able to see the shaking of the screen. The dark eyes of the sea goddess sink into view, but remain barely visible. The only thing that can identify her is the sound of her brittle, hushed voice.]

I did - something stupid. I'm here. The lake, I'm here. I'm sorry. I ran away. I think.

[She gasps as one of the creatures emits a low howl and her eyes look towards something the video doesn't show.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I won't...be here much longer. I'm going away. They're taking me. The dreaming is too loud.

[A long, agonized pause:] I don't want to die because of them.

[Another pause follows, but is only succeeded by the sound of the phone dropping onto the ice. It appears Mal may have fallen into her waking sleep, but in the still, midnight coal, her voice is soft and miles away, dreamlike and vacant:]

Daddy, he took my hands. Daddy, he took my hands. Daddy, he's inside me and he's taking my soul.

[A sharp breath. The feed ends.]

I can't be the only one who has noticed all the humans are gone, right? Humans are gone and suddenly beasts show up. Some of them human shape. This is such a horrible horror story waiting to happen.