mythopoeics

I can bet this is going to unravel in yet another amazing round of politics games. How long till someone else gets stabed in the back.

There must be a way to use this tool productively. I might just not know it properly yet. Because right now, it's only helping me ignoring the unexplainable amount of giggling females around.

[She does not use the journals to convey her condolences but sends to Glastheim her written sympathies, most heartfelt and, of course, gently perfumed. Alongside them were a number of glass flowers, colourful and obviously capable of surviving the weather, and a healthy amount of tea (a suggestion of bringing them warmth and comfort). There would be a pipe somewhere in there with the finest of tobacco for Heimdall, too, something personal for the new ruler to use at his discretion.]

[Filter: Camlann Faction (highest ranks only)]

We have five birds. Two are smaller, one adopted by one larger bird and the same goes for the other. The childless bird, it's been watching, understand what these allegiances mean.

But what is this? One of the larger birds has smashed into glass. Tell me, my lovelies, do we nurture it and then send it along its way? We are already robbing it of its 'child', marrying it and forever linking ourselves to it. I have no mind made up about the matter, not with our good fortune thus far. I can easily strength ties and shatter them, depending on what would be best for us. I wish to hear you all out, understand where you stand right now.

And if you have not already, remember to send along your condolences to the new king and his family. Include some gift.

[Filter: Siblings]

I will not be available for dinner the next two nights, not with the work I must oversee with my advisers. But I will be at breakfast and lunch whenever possible.



[ooc: yes, highest ranks in this case being: region & faction leader, right-hand, diplomat and general]

I'm not about to say goodbye and settle my affairs just yet.

A year since I brought you all to me, a year. It is time we met face to face, Godlings. My name is Khaos and your lives will be ending shortly. And most assuredly painfully.

What did you think, that everything was just a coincidence? There are none. You're mine, all of you. Bending, breaking, twisting beneath my will and desires. You feed me and I keep you from becoming nothing.

Did you like my friends? Those who have been watching you alongside me? Your arrogance brought your downfall before little ones. It will soon end and you will be nothing- not gods, not mortals, no souls- nothing but forgotten stories the mortals tell poorly.

Good-bye.



[ooc: remember to direct any ooc questions & the like here]

Dear Santa,

It's been so long! I hope you liked the cookies I left out for you last year, and that the milk was cold enough because I left it in the freezer for too long. I'm still wondering how you got inside my apartment because I don't have a chimney and my balcony door was locked from the inside, not that you couldn't find a way to break in because I'm sure you've got excellent lock-picking elves to help you.

This year, I'd like several bottles of expensive wine because I'm not enough of a lush. I need to get more drunk! Like, a bottle for every day of the year. If you could also give me those cute little doggie jackets and boots, that would be like super cool. Not for the dogs, they're totally for me.

Give my regards to Mrs. Claus and hug Rudolph for me! Oh, and tell your elves they're doing a super great job. I promise the cookies I'm leaving you this year will be like so much better than last year's. Are you allergic to nuts? Send me back a letter just to be safe, I wouldn't want to kill you and ruin the dreams of children for decades to come.


LOVE~,

Elaine the Drunk

xoxxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

CHRISTMAS IS CLOSING IN ON US EEEEEEEEE ♥

I am going back to my parents' place for Christmas on the 23rd. And I know you all have plans and Arthur's doing his kingly thing and organizing something. So. SO. JOIN IN THE FESTIVITIES. ALL OF YOU.

It wouldn't kill any of you to enjoy the holiday season. :| No matter WHAT you celebrate or believe in. It's the end of the year, some of us have known one another for almost a year, little less, a lot more. The new year should begin with good thoughts and good cheer. So smile, celebrate and be merry. Be GOOD.

♥♥♥!!

Flight to Texas on Wednesday. It's a red-eye. Do not want. Going to have to have. Need to go up to Dutchess County before then to make sure it's good up there.

Does my wife want to come along (to Texas) or is she prepared for a New York Christmas? I might have something she really could...use. For her hand. ...none of this will go well. But if I say that, will it go well now? ...fuck me.[gone]