Grecian Urn...

Andy thought it felt kind of weird and surreal to be back at his dad's place. After he washed the blood off his face and regretted he couldn't wash away the bruises or the experience altogether he looked around the room he'd been set up in. It was roomy enough; there was a four poster bed, a full length mirror near a balcony, a dresser with empty drawers and there was plenty of shelving in which to place various things of his liking.

He decided if he was going to be staying for awhile he needed to spice it up; make it his own.

He walked over to the empty closet and pulled back the closet's sliding door to give it a good look, viewing whether there was enough space inside for most of his things. When he turned away from it, it was full of his clothes, shoes, boxes of hats and scarfs. The drawers opened and were filled with belongings with another thought and then shut. He walked to the center of the room and conjured a computer desk and chair in what had been an empty corner as the shelves filled themselves with an assortment of things he liked: books, dvds, cds, beanie babies, and a collection of Final Fantasy dolls.

The walls were covered in framed posters. There was a Van Gogh poster of Starry Night, Warhol's 1964 Marilyn and Ingrid in a hat. Band related posters also adorned the walls; there was Placebo, London After Midnight, My Bloody Valentine, Blonde Redhead and a black and white poster of Kurt Cobain.

Andy smiled and walked outside on the balcony where he conjured a table with an umbrella and two chairs. It would be a great place to read.

Apollo pushed past him, his arms around Eris as he laughed at Hermes. They all left him in the entry way alone, Dite's voice in his head as he tried to make sense...

Everything felt wrong. His hands were shaking as he reached out for the the door, only to pull back a moment later and look away.

It is all wrong Dite, he said softly, Apollo...

He drifted, stumbling back as groaned. It was wrong. It was all wrong. He moved from the entry way, and through Dite's more private quarters. A servant came running toward him, and Hermes jerked away, surprised and startled as he pushed her away.

"I know you were behind it, just fix it all." The girl hissed it at him as he back away, "Die...Die....Poor little Hermes."

"Get away from me!"

She stopped looking at him Maliciously (or that was what he saw) before she turned an ran out of the room, Hermes falling to the floor and crawling into a corner where he hide, curled into a ball and rockin'.

Its all wrong...I didn't do it....I...

Only he wasn't so sure anymore.

Chin up and full of confidence, she walked out of her salon into the main audience chamber, escorted by Deimos. She paused once inside, taking a quick inventory of those there... some were expected of course, and others posed quite the surprise. She pat Deimos arm lightly and released it with a smile.

"I'm going to make the rounds... if you'd like to rejoin your brother, that'd be fine."

If he wished to go with her he was of course welcome, but she doubted he was really in the mood. Seeing as how she already felt a pang of guilt for what she'd asked of him, she saw no need to torture him further. She decided to start at the back, moving to each group of individuals quickly, greeting each deity in turn, offering each a welcome of some sort, stopping only for a moment with each.

"Iris, thank you for coming."

"Anteros, please stop scowling... it's hardly flattering."

"...Flidais. What a surprise.. welcome to my home."

"Artemis. It's good to see you. Thank you for getting the ball rolling with the refreshments... There may have been riots. It's appreciated."

"Hephaestus..." To him she said nothing, just smiled as patted his cheek lightly, thumbing away the lipstick mark left by Artemis' kiss.

She moved closer to where the bulk of her children were gathered, and a small stand off seemed to be happening.

"Harmonia.. Do sit up straight, please.:

"Strife" She offered him a wink. "You're still here and sitting still? Wonders may never cease."

"Ate - It's been a very long time since you've graced my temple."

"Elpis. Welcome."

"Zelos... You already know I'm glad to see you."

"Limos.... my, you've grown up quite handsome, haven't you?"

"Lethe, a pleasure."

She bent down to kiss Phobos,the only one of her children present she'd not seen recently, on the cheek lightly. "You're plotting something, darling... I hope it waits till we're done here."

She straightened and smiled at everyone again, surprised at hose she noticed were missing.. Hermes, most obviously, and Thanatos - though she expected he'd return. Hermes, though - one could never be sure about. He could be dealt with later, though.

"Thank you all for coming. I do appreciate your patience. I wanted to say first that I realize everyone is being affected by this... and I kno no one is very happy. I do not know what has happened - but I plan on working hard to find out what it is, and restore everyone to their rightful selves. I know we're all anxious for answers, and while I can't promise any today, I do hope that maybe collectively we can perhaps pool our knowledge, and see if together we might be able to discover anything."

Psyche was searching for her husband. He had said he'd be at his mother's temple, but she couldn't find him anywhere. She had a feeling he was hiding from her, as she wasn't pleased with him at the moment. But that couldn't be helped. He needed to come out and quit being such a baby.

Seeing a doorway she hadn't looked in yet, she wandered over to it and entering ran straight into Peitho.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

Peitho’s finely craft Dolce heels clicked against the floor as she crossed the marble of Hermes’ temple. It really did lack the fine touches of a woman, but she’d been on a mission to change that. Slowly. Hermes, for all his craftiness, said little about the changes when they came in changes of ones and twos and a month at a time. Smiling, she flopped her bag on a chaise, and started to peel her Gabanna jacket off as she spied her slumbering husband.

He looked quite handsome like that, stretched out like a cat in the warmth of the sun. It was hard to imagine that at one time he was harder to pin down than the wind. And yet now, since Aphrodite and the other two had taken over, he’d been much easier to pin down.

“Hermes,” she purred, slipping out of her shoes, hands sliding over his chest. His eyes perked open a bit, a smile creeping over his face as he laughed. “Hey baby….”

“Hey,” he smiled as he bit his lip and laughed a little, “you’re back early.”

“What? And miss all the action up here? Mm, what do you take me for?” A fool obviously. It wasn’t that she cared that her husband found others in his bed from time to time, Hera knew she did too. “Why are you sleeping like this? Wind is going to win that race today at this rate.”

He scrunched his nose before shifting and shitting up a little, fingers playfully dancing over the fabric of her dress. “No, I guess not.” And then he laughed, kissing her lips softly before settling back.

“Hermes,” Peitho cooed, settling down in the space between his arm and side, an arm reaching up and around to curl fingers in her husbands golden locks. “What do you think happened to all Zeus’ powers? And the others?”

“It went too Dite, Ares, and Heph.” He raised a brow through, looking down at the wide, innocent eyes that peeked up at her innocently. “Why?”

“Oh, I was just…curious. I mean…that is pretty important question…”

“Yeah, if you were one of those three.”

“I was just curious!” She huffed as she settled down again, tucking her chin in and her head pillowed on Hermes’ chest. He could be so, so stubbornly questiony…whatever! “Nevermind.”

He made a noise, almost an assent or a question, but he never said anything afterward. It made her sigh inwardly, wishing he wouldn’t be so difficult. No matter, she’d just ask him again later, maybe after he’d hung out with Dio a bit. He wouldn’t be paying as much attention then.