mythopoeics

[Filter: Private]

OH THANK EVERY GOD NOT AMONG US WE ARE BACK

...but are all of us back?

[Filter: Public]

How my dog did not destroy everything while I was gone I will never know. And don't care. We're back. We're home. I can buy a ticket and


Are we all back? What happens now?

( It was just an accident )

[Filter: Egyptians]
Here. Hospital. Don't...don't come yet. Time. Just a little...tired.

[Athena, without a doubt, felt like shit. Her mind was cloudy when she woke in a white room on her side, blinded by sunlight peeking in through the window. Slim fingers drifted up to feel her cheek, just to test that she was really alive. She had distinctly remembered dying. Euterpe's blade had gone straight through her stomach. Where was the proof of that?

Immediately, she threw off the covers. Her hand slipped beneath the gown to where the sword had pierced her, and there she found a bandage. Without a care, she ripped it away, tracing the stitches there. They felt ugly. Soon she was fingering the bandage on her thigh where she knew she'd nearly bled out.

Later, a nurse would tell her she was jumped in an alleyway on her way home from work. Though Athena knew it wasn't the truth, she nodded and sank into the pillow, feeling inexplicably tired. She'd contact her family eventually, but now wasn't the time. It was time to rest.]

[He awoke to news he wasn't entirely prepared to hear. His cellphone's standard ringtone jarred him from sleep, but rather than answering for the first couple of rings, he allowed it to go off as he stared at the bedside table. Familiar... He was home?

A doctor's voice greeted him on the other end when he answered, and groggily he admitted that yes, he was Mathias Iverson, what was this about? All the while he wondered, why wasn't he still in Rome? The news that his father had died that night in surgery went unheard for some moments, as he tried to wrap his head around several facts at the same time. Home, bed, phone. Pasithea? Hypnos glanced over at her, sleeping so peacefully at his side, Sausage pressed up against her arm.

Oh. His father. What had the doctor said? Complications during surgery, unable to resuscitate. Dead.

Oh.]

[filter; thanatos]
I need you here.

[filter; menelaus]
... Daddy?

[filter; euterpe]
Are you okay?

[filter; hera]
Please Don't leave me now that we're not in Rome. Please.

[filter; public]
I don't ever want to leave home again.

HOME.

[filter; all egyptians minus set and anubis]
Okay. Okay. We must commence Operation Make Anubis Feel Better. Once he sleeps his sleepy head off (not literally). We must squish (softly) with love and let him know he's not alone, okay? He's been going through a rough time. DYING DID NOT HELP. But he's back now, and we should focus on that!

I'm going to attack a toy store tomorrow. Luca will help me pick the best ones. OH GOD MY SON I HAVE MY SON. NEVER LETTING GO. AND MY LITTLE BABIES. And my big baby.

Question, though: what about Set?

So I've learned waking up to a bunny rabbit isn't nearly as satisfying as a house full of servants. I'm hiring a maid. She'll be Eastern-European and speak little to no English, but her face and assets will be fantastic.

[Dying was just the coolest thing ever. Really. It was simply fantastic. Agravaine woke feeling like he'd be run over by several tractors, surrounded by wight and completely confused as to why the fuck he was still breathing. Sure, it had happened before, people coming back from the dead. But not him. Apparently, it'd been his turn.

The hospital felt sterile as fuck, and smelled just the same. He could feel bandages adorning his body, but he didn't need to feel for what had killed him. He already knew his brother had dealt him the damage, though he didn't hold it against Gawain. It hadn't been up to them. The only person to blame was that fucking Khaos bitch.

If there was a line to throttle her, he was going to kick his way to the front of it.]

[ txt'd ]
oh fuck this shit

[Words couldn't begin to describe the emotions that swelled in Percival upon waking up in a strange bed in a strange room that wasn't the arena. He was alive. He was alive. Suddenly nothing seemed more important to him than feeling for his wounds, establishing just how alive he really was.

Alive and well. Stitched up, it seemed, but he could breathe, he could move.

And then the memories of the arena dawned on him. Fighting Galahad. Kissing and being kissed by Galahad. Being stabbed. Too much, way too much. He needed to speak with him. Now.]

[ txt to galahad ]
where are you?

[ filter; public ]
i don't even know what to say.

[What Naamah should've come back to was a pristine apartment, everything in its place, her paintings lining the walls. Instead what she'd woken up to that afternoon was empty spaces on the walls, her paints splattered across the floor, brushes broken, and canvases damaged beyond repair. Something very personal against her.

She would have to think back very carefully to all the recent men she'd wronged, and when she remembered him, there would be pain. But first, to the police station. ]

[filter; private | language: italian ]
Someone is going to be ripped limb from limb when I find them. I am going to paint the walls with their blood. They are going to suffer painfully for ruining and taking what is mine.

No more Rome. My brother and I are slightly disappointed. Emphasis on the slightly, as little can replace New York. Home sweet home and all that.

Mene, if you're not alive, we're hunting you down.

[It was a blessing to wake up in her own bed, even more so to have Milk at her hip, curled up into a white, fluffy ball of purring warmth. After stroking the sleepy cat until she stretched out happily, Calliope, too, stretched until she felt comfortable enough to leave the warmth of her companion and bed.

The Muse padded out of her bedroom and down the hallway to Euterpe's, where she found her sister sound asleep. Without another word, she climbed into the bed and under the covers, content to fall asleep once again at her sister's side.]

[It bothered Hector greatly that he woke up alive. Not because he'd wanted to be dead, quite the contrary, but it was unnatural. Though not entirely unheard of for the dead to return. Now, he was one of them.

He'd woken to a nurse tending to his bandages, and only after he'd left the room did he reach for the iPhone on the bedside table.]

I won't deny it is good to be alive. But I don't understand how.

As soon as I get the all clear I'm going boating.

[filter; mary]
You wanna come with?

[When she wakes to the sounds of New York, she nearly throws herself from her bed, scrambling for her laptop. Skimming the posts, she gets an idea of what's happened.

There is only one person she wants to see, immediately. If he has returned.]

[Filter: Hades]

Which hospital? Tell me before before I believe this isn't real and that you are still dead and I I have to track you down myself and I am not so good with that don't make me involve Hermes again

Tell me. Tell me, please.

New York City never looked so good. And this is coming from a girl who's still actively looking for a job/internship elsewhere.

But I want to ask: what happened to the people who died? is everyone all right?

This is becoming repetitive.

[Filter: Set]

You're not going to stay in the hospital, are you? Do not bring up his death. Don't. Don't go there. He'll get annoyed. Don't do it. Don't point out that he didn't really get 'relief' at all.

How bad are your injuries?

What a strange place I've found. It makes you wonder...

The day is warm and bright. Too bright. Brother, please turn down the lights a little. I burn easily but wearing long sleeves forever is too constricting and, once again, the day is warm. It would be uncomfortable. Thank someone for inventing umbrellas, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed hats...and sunscreen.

I wonder if you are here

Seems something's happened recently. Lots about hospitals and being alive. Strange.

[Filter: Private]
No calls from Benny today. Either he's staying put or he's remembered the GPS.

[ filter: private ]

...What am I doing? I feel like a twelve-year-old girl....not to mention that everyone here seems to be mentally disturbed.

Would explain all the "hospitalizations," at least. This better not be some joke

[ end filter ]

......Clicking this link better not have given my computer a virus.

What is this place supposed to be?

Oh.  This again.  I've never been too attached to reality.  Couldn't it have at least been on a weekend? 

But it feels good to remember how to forget. 

[Filter: Thanatos]
Which of us won? 

What I was going to ask... I guess it's no longer relevant. 

Ah.  I'm sorry about being right about Nyx and Charon

[Filter: Raphaela]
If I may still call you sister.

[Filter: Hades]
You're alive.  I'll bring flowers.  Unless you rather be alone.

Dad ...nah.

OLD MAN. You a zombie yet? Everyone else is and you're too chirpy to do otherwise.


Since everyone's so calm, how common is being beamed up to the Enterprise?

When he wakes and finds himself in hospital, he isn't relieved. Instead, he is bothered. A man had to take his life, his wife is alive and had watched him die - again. And now he's back and would have to find a way to deal with either leaving his work or finding a way to keep it while working on how to earn Isolde's forgiveness. If that was even possible.

His phone isn't far from him and it's picked up. The messages are skimmed through until he finds a couple from the other men in Isolde's grandfather's employ. He gathered from the sympathies that apparently he was in because he'd had a nasty fall, impaling his shoulder on something when he came down.

Those are all ignored as he continues to look through his phone until he comes to 'Bianca Moretti'. A part of him itches to call her, to tell her where he was and that they had to talk. Another part didn't want to deal with something that had no chance of getting better or worse if the made was made.

In the end, he says nothing to anyone. The phone is set aside and he closes his eyes to sleep again.

Nyx woke up connected to tubes and machines. Her head hurt. Her side and ribs hurt. She felt she'd been torn open. She didn't know why. Or what. She remembered fighting in the arena. But this was NY. She could tell by the smells and the fact she was a in a real hospital. Her lips pursed as she tried to move but found she couldn't.

Her eyes drifted shut. Then snapped open. She'd DIED. Her mother had let her DIE. Her mother had engineered her death in some fashion. That made her angry. The monitor on the side of her bed started beeping as her blood pressure climbed. In a minute she was surrounded by nurses and a doctor, who were struggling to hold her down. Despite the pain (and by no mistake there was a lot of it) and wounds, she wanted to find and strangle her mother.

They shoved her back down as gently as possible, and shot something into the IV line. She had a moment of clarity before she drifted under. When she woke again a few hours later, she remained calm and made a quiet request for a laptop and that the lights remain low. She inquired as to what had happened. She was confused to learn she'd been shoved, they said, off the balcony of the second floor of Nightshade and had landed on a table, some glass and other misc bar things, and had done internal damage as well as broken a few ribs, plus some nasty gashes. "Oh. Right. I.. sorry the meds, you know." she waved her forgetfulness off with a sigh, "I don't want any more medication, please"she said softly and waited for them to leave.

Well. It's nice to be home. I think.

Also. Ow.

If anyone is looking for flowers to bring to those stuck in the hospital, there was a cancelled wedding and I have more than what I know what to do with.  Free of charge.

[address with a link to google maps]

[Filter: Set]
How are you doing?
You stood me up.

[Filter: Charon]
How are you doing?
If you're ever feeling up for it, let me take you out for a drink.

[Filter: Syrinx]
How are you doing?
Do you like board games?

It's been a long time since I've witnessed that much bloodshed.

But it wasn't the right way.

Not like that.

I've studied them. I understand the Romans well enough from a textbook perspective. But that doesn't mean I like them, nor would I want to go back there any time soon.

And this whole thing... I don't like this.

Is this really about a goddess?