mythopoeics

So I had some really weird dreams. Also I managed to slip on the stairs outside the chem building and fell flat on my back. Pretty embarrassing, but it's just my ego that's been bruised.

How's everyone else doing? Getting ready for the holidays, if you celebrate them?

Godlings, you have won. Khaos has fallen and there will be no further threat to you. The tortures you faced, the disruptions and the way your world was meshed with another -- it's all over. Done.

You all may feel somewhat weakened by the experience. If you carried any abilities, they won't shine as they once did. What you did to take her down came at a cost, whether you went or not. Those powers were from her as well as your lives. It also means when you move on from this life, it will be for the last time. Death remains final, for all of you.

Be at peace now. In this life, there is a chance you may still meet others but if you don't, do not worry. You will be reunited with your lost ones in the afterlife. Just enjoy what is left of your mortal lives. Live and see the afterlife with no regrets.

[ ooc: Back in New York City ]

( Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts. )

yOU caN'T hiDe fROm mE



THey'Re COminG fOR yoU


[ooc: the minions have been divided among the four cities. feel free to get stalked/hunted down and so forth, godlings. and remember to reply here for organization!]

[ filtered away from Khaos + her minions ]

So, I saw that there's a post semi-organizing things for the people heading off to China, which made me think that it's a good idea for us all to share publicly where we're going, even if it might be a little late by now. That way, people with no particular preferences who haven't left yet can go where they're most needed, and we can make sure that all of the areas are covered.

I'll start: I'm planning on heading to Greece tomorrow, for old times' sake.

[ filter; family, angels & coworkers ]
I'm flying into Athens tomorrow at 1:30 EET. The flight leaves at 6:35 today from JFK. If any of you plan to come, I'll purchase your ticket. If not, I will meet up with you eventually.

[ filter; troilus ]
I will be an email away, if you need me.

[ filtered from khaos & minions ]
You know, I've always wanted to travel to an exotic location and destroy something of value, so I guess the only real question is who wants to come with me? We can make it a vacation -- get in some sightseeing, kill a few crazy locals, sample the food -- and even better I'll spring for the tickets. This is a one-time offer, loves, so act fast.

[ filtered from khaos & minions ]
I don't get why we can't just break these things. They're just cups, aren't they? Just smash that shit into pieces.

[Filter: NO KHAOS OR HER PEEPS but everyone else's ok]

ALL THOSE GOING TO CHINA, COME HERE.

Not that I'm organizing because AHAHAH. Heee. But I want to know if we can all get a flight together! And safety in numbers, right? And if this all goes well, that would be pretty super!

[ filter; arthurians, raven & hyacinth ]
I'm going. I don't even know how much we can trust this woman, but if this is our chance to get rid of Khaos once and for all, I'm in.

[ filtered AWAY from Khaos ]
Dear Uncle,

May I please be excused from school so we can fly somewhere possibly dangerous and go find some magical mystery cup-thinger? I promise I'll behave ever-so-good if you let me. I'll be a total sweetheart, like shitting kittens and spewing glittery rainbows everywhere. I know if we go together we can do anything we like. With us on the case this shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!

Love and kisses,
Your darling niece-let

P.S. -- That was (mostly) sarcasm

[ filtered AWAY from Týr ]
Damn, why is my mom such a dumb life-ruining bitch?

[ filter; týr / visible to agravaine ]
Look, I dunno what you expect to come of this, but if you wanna talk shit out then we can do that. All I ask is that you let my uncle be there, otherwise no dice.

[Filter: Charon]
Are we going on this wild goose chase?

[ filter; egyptians ]
What do you think of this? We risk losing our abilities in order to rid of this Khaos. I find it an acceptable loss, but I do not know this woman.

[Filter: Away from Khaos & minions]

Godlings, listen to me well. You must hurry to these locations:

→ Rhamnous, Greece to the Temple of Nemesis
→ Tai'an, Shandong, China to Dai Miao on Mount Tai
→ Teotihuacan, Mexico to the Pyramid of the Moon
→ Abydos, Egypt to the Great Osiris Temple

Each one will have a chalice that has been powering Khaos for so, so very long. Kala and Chiconahuiehecatl, they managed to figure it out but died before they could tell you. When you are there, you'll find the areas very deserted. Whenever her power begins to reach an unstable point, the cups trigger a force to keep people away. Natural distances occur, curses are born and so forth. But keep a low profile when you are there. The cups can be found in each location if you just follow a gut feeling. It will call out to you, demanding your presence to drink from you.

Please split into teams, four of them. At least five must reach each cup and drain themselves into it but the more, the better. It's a process that cannot be interrupted. You must hurry, must depart immediately and stay near the chalices for at least a full day, twenty-four hours, without pause for your power to be drained into it.

She will try to interfere. Fight her. Survive.

[Filter: Private]

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[Filter: Public]

The office feels more crazy when the holidays are nearing in like they are. Aiming to be out of here for Thanksgiving, though.

[Filter: Pheme]

We need to talk.

( Dragon tales and the 'water is wide'/Pirate's sail and lost boys fly/Fish bite moonbeams every night/And I love you... )

Hypnos and I got the baby checked out, and everything looks good. We've named her Dani Somna Iverson, and if all goes well she'll have the same curly dark hair as her father.

Freyja, Igraine, Mary -- thank you all again, if there's ever anything I can do for you please let me know. I love baking, so if there's any treats you like I'd love to make you something.

[ filter; raoul ]
You have no fucking business coming back into her life. Stay out of it, and stay away from her, or I'm ripping your fucking head off.

[ filter; mother + brothers ]
The kid's father is back in town. He doesn't know who she is right now, but if he starts asking questions, you can't hold me back from knocking his teeth out of his skull.

Hector's dead.

( so this is what our children inherit it's what our parents left behind for us )

[ warning for implied death ]

( and my heart is a hollow plain for the devil to dance again )

[When she suddenly found herself separated from Hypnos and in strange circumstances yet again, Pasithea did her best to remain calm. The room she'd found herself in seemed safe for the time being, although that quickly proved false when she started reading reports of dinosaurs in the area. Though she couldn't hear or see them, she knew that if she encountered one she'd be in a bad way. Her pregnancy had progressed to the point where she knew she could go into labor any day now, and these were not ideal circumstances.

Still, that didn't stop nature from taking its course.

She'd managed to make her way to the apartment building that up until recently had been designated a safe zone, and was preparing to get word to Hypnos when she felt the first contraction. Pasithea knew that so long as they weren't coming at least four minutes apart the baby would be fine, so she forced herself to take deep breaths as she turned on the computer. When the machine finally started up, she felt something wet soaking through her pajama pants.

This wasn't good.]

I'm not sure if anyone can help me, but my water just broke. I'm in the apartments [here]. Hypnos, if you're out there, I love you, and I'll do everything I can to keep our baby girl safe.

Oh sure! They can bring back these beasts from extinction and now they even infiltrate where we thought to be safe.

For the record, no one use the elevator if you have a weak stomach. I've taken care of something that got on my floor and I refuse to clean it up.

I remember once, when I was a kid, thinking it'd be real cool to have a dinosaur for a pet. Well, if I could go back in time and slap myself for thinking that I totally would. If only younger me had known dinosaurs are dicks, she'd have never thought that.

If I don't make it someone better put 'fuck dinosaurs' on my tombstone.

[ filter; agravaine ]
You better not die.

[ filter; týr ]
If we survive this I'll give you my mama's number. Just don't mention you got it from me.

You think you could hide there? Fools, these are beasts that won't be stopped that easily.

[ooc: for any holed up in the once-safe area, the dinosaurs have broken into the lobby of the apartment building.]

Have shotgun, will travel.

Honestly though, it's not as difficult to stay safe as some of you are making it out to be, it just involves common sense. [...] Nevermind, perhaps that is difficult for some of you. Regardless, if anyone needs assistance, do let me know. It feels good to put my old military training to use again.

WHO'S BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO BRING DINOSAURS TO NEW YORK?

DR. GRANT? ARE YOU HERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I NEED YOUR HELP TO NAVIGATE THROUGH THE DIFFICULT STREETS OF DINOSAUR-FILLED NEW YORK! WHY ARE THERE NOT ENOUGH TREES TO CLIMB? WHY?

Things I have learned;

Music does not calm these savage beasts.

Nor does chocolate.

Attempts to play 'fetch' only work temporarily.

Flutes are not suitable weapons.

Velicraptors have hurty claws.

Doing parkour in a dress is not easy.

Excess fabric can make semi-decent bandages.

Dinosaurs are audible breathers.

It's incredibly hard to stay still when one is breathing right over your hiding place.

...when all is said and done I don't think there will be enough alcohol in the state to help me get over this.

dinosaurs don't fall asleep easily. i think i'm bleeding...

i don't like this game.

inside
safer
help

[Filter: Away from Khaos and her minions]

Godlings! Please make your way to [address of the safe apartment building]. I know some of you are quite far but please try. It has what you'll need and you'll all be...more safe there than anywhere else.

Protect one another. Don't try to go this solo!

Ok, so I was in the middle of a fucking bath when I got yanked. Uncool, assholes. Grabbed some not-so-chic clothes that I managed to find, I've got whatever they left with me.

Egyptians, where are you? Daddy, you better be ok!

[Filter: Anubis]

I'm going to totally flip out if I find out my baby girl's around here. I don't think she is but fff.

[ Waking up in an apartment that wasn't his own wasn't a surprise. Really, he'd become far too used to all the relocation. Waking up alone was even less of a surprise. It was the Beretta laying on the pillow next to him that gave him pause. He'd never really been a firearm person, being someone who preferred more intimate weapons-- blades, for instance. But he'd take what he could get.

Tucking the gun into the back of his jeans, he'd scoured the apartment, which was bare bones enough to suit his tastes. But he wasn't going to stay. He wasn't going to reach out just yet either. Stepping out of the apartment, he noticed something wasn't quite right. It was too quiet. He wasn't going to risk calling out, in the event something unexpected decided to show its face.

They appeared once he'd managed to get himself a block away from the complex. So New York was overrun by plant life, no big deal. The velociraptors that hopped onto the car in front of him were another story. The fuckers were hurling themselves at him before he had the chance to draw the gun. The Starbucks across the road called to him, and so figuring the door wouldn't just happen to be unlocked, he shot three times at the door, slamming his weight into it and shattering the glass. By some miracle, the bathroom door was not locked, and so as he threw the door shut, he felt one of the raptors slam into it. He locked it, stepped away, and collapsed against the closest wall.

Well, fuck.]

[ mass text to mordred, horsemen, and raven ]
are you fucking serious

Problem A: Wake up in a strange apartment that smells like patchouli.
Solution: Leave the apartment, hop on bus, go home.

Problem B: Outside = jungle, no buses.
Solution: SHRIEK

Problem C: Come back inside, find crossbow and water and computer.
Solution: Attempt to learn how to shoot crossbow.

Problem D: Do not know how to shoot crossbow.
Solution: FLING IT ACROSS THE ROOM

Problem E: Look out window, see BRONTOSAURUS' FACE
Solution: proceed to go into cardiac arrest

Godlings, I am Meskhenet. Some of you know me, some do not but don't worry about this. With the deaths of Kala and Chiconahuiehecatl, I may be the last one who can help you. Be warned, something is coming. Something very


[the post abruptly ends here]

I hope everyone who could vote voted today. Even if things have been crazy lately, doing your civic duty is important.

I tried my best - pointing out to those mindless poll workers that six days is not a significant period of time that would effect my ability to properly make a decision about the future of my country - but sadly, the letter of the law beat out logic. Once again.

So sadly, I am reduced to nothing more than watching the idiots at CNN blabber on about how clearly .1% of the votes can be used to predict results and just hoping that everyone else made not-stupid decisions.

It really is stretching my faith in humanity, I'll have you know.

[ filter; lilith ]
Kitty should learn to keep her claws in, shouldn't she? You belonged in an asylum more than I did. Fucking madwoman.

[ Since discovering who she was, she was hesitant to speak to her pantheon, out of a need for space. For clarify. It wasn't anything to do with them-- rather, she needed to have a greater grasp on who she used to be before saying anything. Words had never been her strong point, but now, more than ever, she needed to say something. ]

[ filter; izanagi ]
Hajime Father? Are you busy this week?

[ filter; susanoo & tsukuyomi ]
Are you h

[ filter; brothers ]
Dinner this week? I'll cook?

To see a cat in your dream symbolizes an independent spirit, feminine sexuality, creativity, and power. It also represents misfortune and bad luck. The dream symbol has different significance depending on whether you are a cat lover or not. The cat could indicate that someone is being deceitful or treacherous toward you. If the cat is aggressive, then it suggests that you are having problems with the feminine aspect of yourself.

Yes, that is my problem exactly.

[ filter; menelaus ]
I wish I could live with you. I wish I could abandon the life I have now, take my dogs and come live with you. But I can't. And I'd sound like a crazy person if I tried to explain why. They'd never let me. I know I'd be happier living with you. I just want to be happy.

[ filter; public ]
I want to care about some psychotic goddess who can't type properly, but I won't. The people I love will protect me. And we've always come back. If she wants me to shake in fear, it's not going to happen. I have other things to worry about. Like my brother being in jail.

[It had been a few days since Pheme had spoken with Týr, and during that time she'd been uncharacteristically silent. She hadn't been responding to any emails, IM's, or texts, regardless of who sent them, and she wasn't even baiting Charlie or Agravaine as per usual. No, all she was doing was thinking.

About him.

In a whole new light.

A more... paternal light.

She had found her father. Finally.

...and all things considered, she wasn't sure what to do about that.]

[ filter; agravaine ]
I found my dad. His name matches and he knew my mom's name. He admitted that publicly. What do I do? Do I say something? What if he hates me? What if he tries to take me from yo... Damnit!

I'm the fucking goddess of getting all up in peoples' business, but this is my business, and yours!

[ filter; public ]
I really, really hate when I know something juicy -- like, life-changing even -- but it could affect people I care about a lot so I don't wanna say anything... even if it goes against who I am to keep the secret.

How do you people deal with that?

[It'd happened right at the end of that crazy trip back in time. He'd avoided communication because he had been (yes, he was going to admit it) frightened of what they were saying. He didn't want to know. Good ol' Raoul was not going to join in on all the crazy stuff. All of what was going on was a bad, bad dream. Just like all those wolf dreams.

And then his secretary brought in her puppy and it had bit him. He hadn't even reached for it but it leapt up on his desk and went for a finger. The apologies that had followed were numerous but he couldn't even process them. One tiny bite from a puppy should not have hurt so much but it felt like the damn thing had taken it all off and barely stifled a howl. Instead, he excused himself and locked himself in the bathroom, ignoring his co-workers concern about his hand.

The memories were peeking through the cracks and he wanted to scream at them to stop, to stay back and let him be. Even now, as a time of strife and drama came to him in bits and pieces, he fought, knowing he was going to lose.]

My head is killing me and I think I know why I've always...felt itchy around canine things. Dogs. Wolves. Aw, fuck, I didn't want to be one of you guys. I really wanted to be just me. Just Raoul Gaudreau. Not...

No. No, I'm not saying it. No. I just want to be me.

My dogs came with me for that 'trip'. They adjust better to this BS than I do. Huh.

[Filter: Morgan]

I don't like the warnings of death. Watch yourself. We might come back, we might not. But death at the hands of a person like that Greek bother isn't the way for either of us to go.

Besides, it would be annoying to lose my little sister when I've gotten so used to you.

She'd wished, in the end, Gwynevere had been in the asylum. Her brother was no fucking saint. The man deserve to burn for half the things he'd done. But she'd never precisely taken to Gwynevere for committing a sin that she herself had. But she had paid a more heavy price for all her sins. Gwynevere got to run off and live the rest of her days trying to repent.

It didn't seem quite as fair to Morgause. No, she wanted her sister-in-law, her fellow sinner, to suffer more. Lose her mind, maybe a limb - oh why not, maybe her precious little head. She knew she'd pay to see it tumbled down some steps, long hair winding around it and growing sticky from the blood.

Loathing so rarely went down easily.

[She'd refrained from reaching out while locked in the asylum partly because she was horrified at what she had been accused of. All of it had been a lie, she knew it and yet it struck a nerve. Was she really that irredeemable even in the eyes of a crazy goddess? She knew what she had done was beyond wrong. Little could make up for it. But she had been trying and wasn't the forgiveness of the man she had fooled something?

In her heart, she knew it wasn't. It was baffling how Galahad had been born from such sin, between two terrible people but God was funny like that. But she needed to state something, just to give herself breathing space.]

Don't call, don't visit. Let me have a week to myself, please.

And so the game passed with limited incident. He'd heard about the break-out but not enough about it to really take pleasure in the chaos and disruption. Not enough to find those who had tried and mock them, even drag them back. Disappointed claimed him but he let it go, having his work to attend to as it had piled up on.

There was something to be done about his mother's godforsaken husband. He penciled it into his notebook, working it in as code in case anyone every found it. If there was a chance he could twist the man's sexual desire, he'd do it in a heartbeat. After a small pause, he penciled in a hopeful lunch date with his mother and an entirely different kind of date he planned to make with darling Naamah.

What? He liked to keep busy.

Right... So, is THis SuPPoseD to scare me? It's not. It's just irritating to read. And why do I have to be stronger against someone. I was am pretty damn strong already. Guess I have to do that wait and see thing.

This past week I found myself in jail. I pissed off the wrong people. I'm glad that's over. It was nothing I couldn't handle, but I still didn't enjoy the experience. It was interesting to note the differences.

[Angrboða, Hel, Jörmungandr, Sköll, Hati Hróðvitnisson]
I suck at these, but I've already contacted one of you, but I was thinking I'd better get in a hello to the others before I die again. So, hi. I'm Fenrir.

Has anyone seen an Odin or a Víðarr? I'll also take a Týr.

Hm.

[Filter: Angels (fallen or otherwise)]
Fine. I give in...
This is not because of caring...

Rosier. That is what you were wanting. Now you have it.

[Filter: Persephone...Hypnos added in later]
Try to avoid getting hurt.

The 50's weren't too bad for me. It's not like I had anything to complain about. I did notice a pair of Buddy Holly glasses made it back with me. Not that I'm complaining...

What I will complain about is not having the power to see into the future. I'm not liking this "final showdown" talk, and I would like to know what that means. I've never been one to back down from a fight, so I'm not going to start now, but I don't want to, well, die before reaching my goal. How annoying would that be? How sad would that be? How... Everyone gets the point...

[Filtered to Caer Ibormeith]
I'm not going to make this poetic; I'm not going to draw it out. I just want to know if you're out there. We need to meet again before the inevitable happens. I've fallen in lo

~ Aengus

That's not ominous or anything.

[Filter: Egyptians]
Are we all alright? We should try to stick together. None of this seems particularly promising and I won't have any of you die. Well, unless it's Isis. I suppose that would be fine

It sounds like it will be a fight to the end...

Anubis hadn't really talked to anyone since suddenly being shifted back in time. Then again, his aunt had taken to stealing his journal and hiding it places before trying to introduce him to young women that he was meant to be going on dates with or something.

As far as he was concerned, every date had been a disaster and he was bored. Apparently putting two quiet people into a dinner situation didn't really make for interesting times. Go figure.

Instead, he was just continuously bored or either terribly horrified by the women his aunt set him up with. Really, he ought to have called Bastet and asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend, but the idea hadn't really occurred to him until it was too late. He'd have to write something eventually to his family, but he'd deal with that later.

Right now he needed a nap.

thEy mAy bE RIGHt aNd yOU wiLL NOt coME bACk. Do YOU reAllY wAnT tO rIsK iT alL? yOu aRE ALL weaK WEAK.