mythopoeics

I think I'm ready for this semester to be over so that I can get back home and away from all of this. The only problem with that plan is people keep telling me I should stay here and look for internships. I guess I see their point, but I really just want to go home. And also I haven't actually found any internships. I also don't really have time to look for internships what with all the work my professors keep throwing at us.

Anyway, I hear the real world is better, right?

[When he's woken that morning, Helen had been in his bed, smiling at him. Menelaus could appreciate this and rolled over immediately to take advantage of her presence. And then he noticed she was pregnant. After freaking out, accusing her of cheating on him and then realizing there was no way she could that pregnant all of a sudden, he calmed and went to make himself a drink.

His little venture out of his bedroom had him come across his brother, his true older brother who clapped him on the back and told him he made him proud. A quiet and repentant Clytemnestra followed him. In his living room he found a Paris, looking less than healthy and quick to babble out apologies. Finally, in his kitchen, there was Aphrodite, scrubbing his floor and also swift to inform him she wanted to make up to him for taking his wife. At the table was Hermione but not fourteen and lovely in a girlish way. She was older and resembled her mother (but not perfectly, he saw himself in her as well). Strikingly beautiful, she had only smiles for him and was daddy's little girl. Not to be married off in haste, she said.

About then, he heard some soft noises from other rooms, indicating that others were around. Menelaus understood well enough it was a game but...maybe he could live with this.]

[Filter: Hermione]

You ok? Something is going on again.

[Filter: Helen]
[Filter: Private]

...I don't know if I want her to see this.

[Cornered. Confused. That was how Hermione felt when she'd woken up that morning with her real parents sitting on either sides of her bed. She'd slithered off the mattress, but was at a loss for words as her mother began rooting through her closet for clothes ("This would look lovely on you, darling~") and her father began stuffing her books into her backpack. All the while she stood there in pajamas, confused out of her mind. What the hell was happening?

Hermione actually looked forward to school to get away from the pod parents in her bedroom. Upon returning home, however, she learned they were still there, and that her other parents hadn't come home yet. She dropped her backpack and darted into her room, locking the door behind her. Their voices and polite knocks came through it. "I'll help you with your homework, honey"s and "How was your day at school, my dove?"s, too.

The little blonde collapsed onto her bed, wondering if she'd be able to face the parents she always wanted but never had.]

My kids are here. Both of them are here. And their mothers. And father. And mother. That last part shouldn't be said, just in case.

What's going on this time?

Seriously, Khaos. Don't you get tired of this?