mythopoeics

[Filter: Selene]

Girl, I think you made that guy think he's a narcoleptic. I think you made everyone else at the table think he's narcoleptic.

Nicely played, we're going to play cards with people again.

[Filter: Morpheus]

Sorry about the kitchen incident, I got distracted chatting to Euterpe.


So.

[Filter: Theseus & Helios]

See, the issue is that neither of you ever got fucking locked in a cave because of a young hot girl. Let's say that hypothetically - this girl might be interested. And I don't think she has anything to do with caves.

Thoughts? Mark ✔ as appropriate, followed by reasoning for your answer.


❒ YES ❒ NO ❒ TICKY BOX?

Why is it when I finally get the all-clear the weather is cloudy? Still going boating though, if anyone wants to come with.

I left the door open in my office for five minutes and the stupid puppy runs right out. So you'd think this is bad, right? Well, it is. Until this leggy-sort of guy with the prettiest hazel eyes I've ever seen trips right over him.

So I hired him. Among other things. Yeah, the dog's fine. He's chasing something in the room now. I have no idea what nor do I care as long as he doesn't



Never mind, there went the coffee mugs.

Egypt was the best medicine. She imagined if one of the Greek gods went home to Greece or a Shinto deity to Japan, they would understand as well. No matter the changes in religion and the development that made it more modern than anything she recalled from her time long ago, it was still home.

She broke away from Isis infrequently but when she did it was usually to pay visits to relations in the country. She caught up on news, delivered some and silently endured the reminders she wasn't getting younger and should marry, have children. She allowed it, never minding as it was something she expected. It was strictly out of old-fashion concern and was it so bad to just let them say what they wanted as long as it remained words? Nephthys had her own place in New York, a good job and other freedoms. Her parents were laid-back, rarely interfering with her life and often only calling on holidays, birthdays and to tell her where they were off to next in the world. Words would remain just words. She could give them her patience then return to what was hers.

Maybe this weekend she'd send out a few messages to her pantheon back home. But she wanted this peace and quiet right now. And maybe some ignorance as to whether more fingers had gone missing and if someone had shoved a ruler or worse down his cast.

[The following is visible for a short period of time, from around 1AM to 8AM, as she later gets up and realizes that drunk!posts are ridiculous and damaging to her image. She's never been known to make good decisions while inebriated -- not that she can actually remember Dionysus and his date rape at this point in time.

Yet that she got this drunk in the first place is a point of wonder. There can be no doubt that the events of the day (or, to the more particular, the day before) have shaken her to the core.]

I t never
gets easy ;.ad

so

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