mythopoeics

[Narcissus has found himself gazing into the bathroom mirror, lovingly, of course, watching himself towel off after a lengthy shower. Towel fixed about his slim waist, though dipping just enough to be tantalizing, at least to him, he smiles at himself, his hands gingerly caressing the side of his face. He runs his hand through his hair, and seems to procure...what was it? Something soft. A flower petal, from between his fingers. Thinking it to be nothing more than a fluke, he tries the action again. Panic sets in as he manages to pull yet another beautiful white petal from somewhere in his hair. His hands shaking, he refuses to touch himself again, but cocks his head, trying to look for the source of the petals in the mirror.

He's missing exactly two small locks of hair. Nothing he can't style over, but as he reaches out to touch the mirror, an idle gesture, the object liquifies beneath his touch. The entire thing is now a mirror-like puddle on his bathroom floor. He sinks onto the floor, and wraps himself up in another towel, but only after cautiously grabbing his ever-present cell phone from the counter (which thankfully, merely turns pink upon him grabbing it) and using it to make one, vague, panicked post. He's shivering, mostly naked, and terrified.]

My mirror is a puddle. I'm pulling parts of flowers out of my head. I don't...understand.

Did you know that Starbucks won't take payment in the form of chocolate coins? I consider that a big fail on their part. Also, the professors at NYU don't give extra points when you show them how you apparently spent your break learning how to make your flute blow bubbles. Oh, and if anyone finds a pygmy hedgehog in an exercise ball please let me know. Sorry Cordy... Your cat better not find him first. I swear I put his ball in my room, but it just kind of... disappeared.

Liam, you need to help me find a new karaoke spot, since I'm not going back to that other one any time soon.

[At work, Cassandra kept turning things into bagels. Bagels and muffins and the occasional loaf of bread. It was weird, and at first she thought she was imagining it, except that she couldn't think of another explanation as to why chai lattes kept disappearing. Well, whatever this was a sign for, it wasn't good.

Roy let her go home early, though, and on the way back she shared the cookie that her metro card had turned into with some pigeons.]

Mr. Midas learned the inconvenient truth early, but for me I guess it's not so inconvenient. Everyone likes bagels.

Troilus, the toaster may be cinnamon raisin bread now. Sorry.

[Euterpe was excited. It was Saturday, which meant karaoke times with her new friend. She was pretty sure she'd seen the guy around here and there, but for the life of her she couldn't remember if they'd ever formally introduced themselves. No matter, they would tonight! After confirming plans to meet up at one of her favorite Chinatown karaoke spots; she told him to look for the hazel-eyed girl with pink-streaked blonde hair standing about five foot six; she threw on a casual dress, her favorite motorcycle boots, grabbed a coat, and headed out.Unsure of what to expect from him, she figured she'd just be herself and hope for the best.

They'd been there for a little while chatting and drinking when she finally decided to get up on stage and show off a bit. Cuing up one of her favorite Nicki Minaj songs, she sang and rapped her way through 'Super Bass' like a seasoned pro before handing the microphone off to him. Thankfully, he wasn't all that bad, though his choice in songs was a little questionable.

Merlin wasn't even going to pretend otherwise, he totally had a thing for boy bands and questionable songs. As he clapped loudly for Euterpe when she stepped down, he took the microphone and flipped it in his hand (yeah, he loved that trick too) before taking the stage. Everything was going just fine, I mean as fine as one could expect when you're singing your heart out into a microphone and all. He was really getting into the song (ridiculous dance included) when the microphone... exploded. Or, well, it turned into a little grenade and Merlin squeaked and threw it before it exploded.

And that was when the whole evening really went downhill, because Merlin was sure that destroying a karaoke bar with an unintended grenade- oh shit, make that two grenades, there was no longer the chair he'd grabbed- was illegal. Police, handcuffs and jail were all sure to be involved. Well... crap.

Euterpe couldn't front either, when she was alone or having a bad day boy bands always perked her mood right up. Cheering on Merlin, especially when he did the microphone flip and that ridiculous dance, watching him with the type of pride that one felt when they knew they were somewhere they stuck out like a sore thumb and didn't care because they were having fun. Well, she had been having fun up until he somehow made the microphone explode. Her eyes widened as she saw him touch a chair and the same thing happen, her hand already fishing in her wallet for the appropriate amount of money to cover their drinks so they could leave before someone called the cops.

Except, as she put the money on the table, what ended up leaving her hand was a pile of gold chocolate coins. As they spread out over the table, Euterpe looked up at him in shock before grabbing both of their coats and reaching for his hand. They had a very slim window of time before someone reacted, and they had to go, now.

There was the vague awareness that he ought to have been ashamed of how ridiculous he was but... well, Theseus was a ridiculous man and Merlin was all about blaming the genes. Good thing Euterpe was using her brains because he was definitely not using his as he stared at the explosions he caused and then at the chocolate gold coins. Those looked delicious, if he might add. When Euterpe grabbed him he flinched, worried that he might turn her into a pineapple (thankfully nothing happened, because Merlin running away with a pineapple in his arms would've been... well).

"Good thinking." He yelled as he tried to keep up with the muse. Of course their quick exit had been noticed by the owners, who were now chasing them and yelling something about ruining karaoke night. (Or at least, Merlin thought that was what they would be saying, if he could understand Chinese).

Oh lord, were those police sirens in the distance? Merlin knew he should've joined the track team at school.

The oddness of the moment didn't go unnoticed by her, but the daughter of Mnemosyne and Zeus figured that could be pondered later. For now, one of them had to keep them from getting arrested and Euterpe had the feeling Merlin was too stunned to be useful. From the way he kept staring at the chocolate coins it was possible he was hungry, too. Half-dragging Merlin towards the door without any concern that he might explode her next, she kept her gaze fixed on the exit and tried to be nonchalant.

"Less talky more runny," she shot back, leading them outside while steadfastly ignoring the angry Chinese coming from behind them. Hoping he didn't drive there, she took a quick left down an alley and kept going without looking back.

"Follow me, I know a shortcut to the trains," she said confidently, the sound of sirens barely a blip on her radar. "There's a restaurant around here we can cut through, my ex is a cook there. Just don't look back so they don't get a good look at you." Euterpe wasn't going to jail for this guy, at least not without good incentive.]

My entire oven turned into a turkey. By the time I stopped laughing, I decided to just smuggle it out and let it go in the park. I'm sure someone has found it by now. Not my problem if they haven't. I am, however, keeping the puppy that used to be my car. My six-figure Benz into...a puppy.

It's licking my toes right...no, no. Pawing my pant leg now, looking at me with its pale blue eyes. Reminds me of a girl I spent a week with in Finland.

Someone please explain this shit to me. Because I'd like my normal life back now.