mythopoeics

It's actually fairly peaceful outside with the rain coming down. Not that I've ventured out into it. I'm sticking to my porch, but it's still nice. The smell of wet earth... I wonder if...but no

As long as it lets up a little before I go to check on things, I'll be quite happy with it as it is. I hope no one is finding it too terribly inconvenient.

[Filter: Private]
I wish I could ask after them in public, but that...well...They'd tell you if they weren't okay, Demeter. I think. Don't fuss so much. You're going to turn into a worrywart.

It's been louder than usual in here. I have been hearing interesting things.

There's very little like going for a ride to get one's blood pumping in the mornings. And to think, there are some who feel our weather would never be conducive to such activities. Shows what they know.

( A horse of a different color )

Ah, my feet are sore! It's nice to be home, but it's even nicer to take off my boots and wiggle my toes.

[filter; ra]
♥

[Filter: Heimdall]

You were my brother in all but blood, so I owe it to you to approach you, one last time, as a sister and not as the queen of the nation you betrayed.

Kindly explain your rationale.

[Filter: Camelotian High Ranks]

You are aware of the trying circumstances that have been forced upon us. Before I assign you your duties --

Your thoughts, gentlemen.

added after the stress level escalates [Filter: Mordred]

Where are you?

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I would like to inform you all that there is a horse on the loose, who eats scarfs- as of right now her location is undetermined, please approach with caution or inform the right authority (me). Keep your hands to yourself, folks, no one likes losing a finger or two.

I've come to a horrible realization about my plans for this summer -- if I really want to go to all the concerts and music festivals that I think look cool I'm going to need to make a budget, and math was never my strong suit. Is there anyone out there willing to help me, so that I can make my dreams of seeing Jack White at every music festival he's playing in the continental United States come true? Also, so that I can maybe possibly get my pedobear on by stalking a British-Irish-Welsh boy band?

Seriously though, there's a lot of shows I want to go to this summer, and I think the Aveo can make the trips so long as I can afford the tickets. And, if anyone wants to go road-tripping I'm an awesome driver, just ask Gabriel. Wait -- don't ask him, he was drugged up at the time. Nevermind.

[filter; apollo/gabriel/hermes]
Can someone please explain why is it all the guys I know claim to want women to take the reigns but when I try that tactic it fails miserably? This is really embarrassing, but I need guy advice, please.

[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?

[ private ]

Medb. Medb. I'm not sure whether to yell and shout or laugh out right. Conchobar lays dead, the pestilent, disgraceful maggot. Cúchulainn followed. And that thing my sister spawned is food for worms.

Good.

[ / ]

While your actions were misguided and odd, you have my gratitude, sister. Or whoever you are in the larger scheme of things. I would appreciate this was a one time event.

And the woman who helped me. I suppose you didn't do this for words of thanks alone.


This will take some getting used to.

[filter; greeks]
The fuck is Dionysus when you need him?

[filter; daphne]
You actually want that congratulations cake? Was it a cake?

[filter; sean, liam, geula, aubrey]
I'M DYING OF BOREDOM HERE Considering throwing a party on Thursday because a) it's not as short notice as tomorrow, and b) I don't give two fucks that it's not a Friday. c) I'm bored, come over.

[filter; syrinx]
Hey there.

I think this has been the single most random weekend I've had in a while. I went to play a gig with my dad's band, and ended up getting kicked out of a bar. I'm not going to say for what, but suffice to say some people can't take a joke. Also, I need to stop picking out the most unattainable guy in an establishment to get my flirt on with. That... never works out well.

I need a new bowler hat, since my hedgehog made my old one into a nest. That was a fun discovery to make at 6am after no sleep. Also, I really want to meet someone who has a motorcycle, so I can beg them for rides, because nothing says summer in the city like a ride on the back of a motorcycle.

I...

might have made a mistake.

Is anyone good at um. Reversing or negating powers? Getting things back? Specifically thoughts? Memories?

I rather be vague but that's probably not too helpful to the situation.

Help please.

[ 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?

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?

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.

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.

[Merlin has left a few things pending, not out of laziness but preoccupation with other things. Sometimes it all happened too much, too fast at once. The moment was gone at the drop of a hat, and Merlin was left chasing after it. Never mind, he would catch it soon enough.]

[Filter: Helios]

Our father was here. He was killed in one of the battles. I ...

[Filter: Morpheus]

Hey you should come over and cheer me up. Learn to juggle this time-

[Filter: Morgause]

How are you holding up, mommy?

[Filter: Euterpe]

Glad you're alive.

[Filter: Hebe]

Let me know if you require something.

It's starting to stink around here the longer we stay here.

[Cassandra]
I haven't heard bad word, not that I would go looking for it.

A. Is this seriously a journal? Did everyone forget the ibooks at home?

B. The fuck am I wearing?



Last time I was this high was when I was... bloody fifteen? Amesterdam and all.

I'd like to place a few bets, but either it's too underground for me to find or everyone has decided it's too tasteless.

[Filter: Thanatos]

Do I call you Mors, here? 

There's something I've been wondering.  ... I'll ask when I remember.

[When Euterpe dreamed, her dreams had a soundtrack. Music was that much a part of her life, and nothing -- not even Khaos herself -- could seem to change that about her. This time, this place, it was no different -- as she slept a song filled her head like it did every morning, except this time it was chosen by the events around her.

Like it or not, Euterpe was nervous. Sure, Merlin said he'd buy her, but that still meant she'd have to fight. And as a muse, she wasn't much of a fighter. What she needed right now was some good, old-fashioned inspiration -- as a muse she inspired others, but nothing said that couldn't work on herself as well -- and amusingly enough her subconscious must have known that. Why else would she wake up with the training sequence from Mulan stuck in her head, song and all? Clearly, these were words to take to heart, and if anyone noticed Euterpe's training improving little by little and her singing under her breath, then more power to them.]

New training philosophy;

We must be swift as a coursing river,
With all the force of a great typhoon,
With all the strength of a raging fire --
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon...

I have always wanted to visit Rome, but not like this.

[filter; drake]
I'd like to see you. I can't bring our girls God above, but I will bring myself.

[filter; the powers that be]
Am I doing this right? Who must I speak with in order to see Drake my husband my husband? He is a gladiator.

[filter; children]
I know you will all take care. But let me know how you are living.

EDIT
[filter; hermes]
I was told by whom? to speak with you in order to see my husband.

I'm... married?

Whoever's grand idea it was to trust me with weaponry instead of my aulos, you've got a sick mind, buddy. Seriously, I'm so confused right now.

Never ever in a million years let me make jokes about getting pregnant.

Because there's a kid next to my bed sleeping. It He has my eyes. Really. Blue and wide. And did I mention there's a man on my bed? Naked, by the way. Is anyone noticing I'm currently freaking out? No? Someone give me back my days as Second.

So this is a new place I've never seen before. Not the city, no, I've lived here for the past ten years. Yes, it took me this long to find this little community. I suppose I should introduce myself hm?

I had the most spectacular day today. On my way from work I was crossing the street when I was hit by a reckless driver. I toppled over, rolled over his car before landing. The woman was kind enough to check on me, but I think she got a little scared when she saw that I was fine. Then she started carrying on about how God must be looking out for me. Ha, how amusing, God looks out for me, a small time business man, but turns his backs on those who really need him.

Anyway, so that wasn't the second time I've been hit by a car. The first time happened five years ago, and boy was that fun! Don't get any ideas though, I may be practically indestructible, but that doesn't mean I need all of you running me over with your cars.

Or actually, please do. I think it would be hilarious!

[Filtered to the angels, the fallen, grigori, and the demons]

glub glub glub
I want lobster, I want crabs, I want fishes
please deliver

glub glub glub.
I want octopus, I want squid, and some whale would be nice
glub glub glub.

Kidding!

Morpheus- the laundry, mate, all I asked for was for you to do the laundry. Was it too much? Apparently. All there is to wear are leopard print trousers which are for girls - I'm on my last pair of boxer shorts and this shirt is wrinkled as-

Someone needs to go get pasta sauce from the supermarket, and there are no clothes in the apartment. This is a problem. Ty are you listening? This is a problem.

It's okay. No really. I don't mind being exiled from my own dorm so my roommate can have sex with her creepy boyfriend. At least the library is quiet and I can work without being interrupted. Which means I should probably be working on this paper and not posting this. I don't even know why I am.

Anyway, Hello everyone. I'm Matilda.

[Filter: Morpheus & Pan & Gwen]

Aubrey is being weird. Oh, well weirder. I left several messages in her inbox going 'Aubreyyyyyyyyyy' and no reply. Gavin, is she drunk on your couch?

[Filter: Public]

French Erotic Film or Colin Mochrie versus Jesus H. Christ.

The internet is a weird place.

I'm so thankful I don't have classes today. If I'd been in a lecture when I got the news about Adam Yauch, aka MCA from the Beastie Boys passing away, I probably would have made a scene. As it stands, I'm kind of a hot mess right now. I've been texting all my friends trying to find someone willing to come to Brooklyn with me so we can honor MCA properly.

So, question of the day, cats and kittens; What's your favorite Beastie Boys song? Mine is 'Brass Monkey', but I'm also a fan of 'Paul Revere' and 'Intergalactic'. They had so many hits, it's hard to pick just one.

There goes my plan to see 'The Avengers' tonight, this takes priority.

[Filter: Arthur]

Arthur.

Why don't you have a seat over there, and tell Merlin what you've done now.

Thank you, God in Heaven. Or Gods. Those who are left, anyway. Those underground too, I'm thinking they'll likely to be bit more sensible than the ones up.

Never thought being ignored by those four would be so nice. Though everyone else could have stayed. That, I wouldn't mind so much.

And back to my normal, little less crowded life.

Spent the night in the Studio. I have to admit, some nights it makes my head hurt. Tonight, though, we start on a video. Wonderful, I think.

However, spent some of the time hiding my laughter from my manager when I was supposed to be listening to the tracks, because there are people here who just are so hilarious that laughing at inappropriate times was unavoidable.

I'm tired.

Yo, dad, are you alive? If you come back and find me dead it is because of a hangover. And the fact Morpheus won't make me soup for my hangover slash migraine slash too-tired-to-move state.

[Filter: Mordred]

Happy Birthday~

I'm definitely too tired to poke this dude.

[ this wasn't the wife he remembered. That one he had taken in his king's name, given her choice and received a companion in return. That wife, he respected. This one was slowly but steadily keeping him away from home. He didn't want to pretend to be married, didn't want to play along with those people's illusions all over again. And more than anything, he wouldn't betray his present.

But he couldn't deny. To have his brothers nearby; younger, happier, carrying no hatred nor disgust, reminded him of happier times. Unlike his wife, he welcomed these illusions, spending time with both parents and siblings as if the world outside was Camelot.]

I feel tired.

When it comes to odd events, I prefer this one. Less violent.

[Having her sisters around, at first, seemed like a dream come true. However, as time went on and it became more apparent that they were just facsimiles and not really her fellow Mousai, Euterpe found herself attempting to avoid the house she and Calliope shared as much as possible. Thankfully, it was the time of year when finals were on the horizon, so she was able to sequester herself in the library and music rehearsal rooms of NYU for most of her waking hours.]

The concert on Friday evening was amazing. Jack White played a combination of new and old stuff, and proved he's a consummate showman. The thing that made the night that much better was the older man who went off on a rant about how music is a corrupt institution and boy bands were designed to sell sex to teenage girls. I think anyone who can listen to 90% of the current boy band pop songs and miss the sexual implications has to be ignoring the lyrics. The good thing is I'm totally going to use that argument for my symbolism paper.

Otherwise, I think everyone else has said anything I might've thought to say about this latest situation, so I'll keep my thoughts on it to myself.

Anybody want to come out drinking with me tonight?

The place where you rest your hands on your desk is home to 10 million bacteria at any given time. Well, not anymore. Seven million of them just moved to your hand. Congratulations.

I'm sufficiently bored. If you couldn't tell alone by the fact that I'm here again.

What is it about nice weather that brings out the dumbasses of humanity? It's like as soon as the sun starts shining people lose all common sense.

Hn, and people wonder why I prefer being out on my boat.

I'm a fan of the internet because it's stupid and entertaining at the same time. Why can't everybody else be both and not just stupid?

[Filter: Pasithea, Hypnos, Thanatos]

I forgot to check in. I broke three ribs, and I had to get my leg amputated. Also I was just diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. Stupid maze. I guess I'll pass that disability test.

I never thought I would be staying under my parents' roof again. They're always off traveling somewhere, so it's not that awkward. I just shouldn't have to rely on anyone and it's further from work. At least the cat seems happy enough to snoop around as she pleases.

I'll have to find a new apartment soon. And change my phone number. And buy a new phone case.

I hate everything. I'm finding whoever is responsible for the past few months and bashing their face in with a pipe. Then I'll worry about a few others.

[Their brief sojourn to the maze aside, Mordred had been floating through life in a sort of haze. While under usual circumstances that haze would be accompanied by the stale stench of booze and cigarettes, this time it was different - this time he was perfectly clear-headed, just operating on between two and four hours of sleep a day. Somewhere in there was the threshold between when the actual sleep stopped and the nightmares began.

He'd taken to staying cooped up in his condo, avoiding other people to the best of his abilities, and was currently on a conference call with his attorney in the process of working out details on his last will and testament. He couldn't live like this, not knowing that nothing he did could erase the nagging feeling that he should be dead. The knowledge that Merlin was here only increased his desire to rid himself of this mortal coil, the appearance of the druid fueling the paranoia that death had bestowed upon him.

He had to find a way to carry out his final wishes without anyone getting wise to what he intended, and that all began with systematically cutting himself off. From everyone.]

I'm looking to get rid of a few belongings. If anyone would like to assist me with that do let me know.

I am forty-something and I am bored. A most dangerous combination. Friday the thirteenth came and went with disappointing tedium and I am itching for a fight~

[filter; private]

Perhaps I can find some underlings who have misbehaved. A few bouts in the ring or in an alley might be just what I need, and I need my knuckles to split and bleed.

What is wrong with the guys that go to NYU, seriously? In what realm of logic do you think walking up to some fine young thang in the coffee shop while she's writing away and quoting lyrics from a Young Money slow jam is going to make her swoon?

I mean really, of the myriad possibilities for lyrical come-ons you go with - 'Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make ya bed rock' - and are shocked, nay stunned, when I just roll my eyes and go back to working on my thesis? Bitch, please, I can't think of any self-respecting sober woman who would fall for that. Save those lines for the frat parties and keggers, the hipsters prefer Jack White, or even Conor Oberst.

...I really need to find a better crowd to hang with.

[filter; blackwells]
There's no time like the present, yeah? I don't think this is much of a secret, considered I've been outed. This reincarnation business isn't that new to me -- I've been through it twice before.

I'm Greek. Pan, to be precise.

[filter; public]
I'm playing at Birdland tomorrow at 7pm if anyone likes jazz. Full band and all that jazz.

In some countries in Southeast Asia the New Year is celebrated tomorrow - Songkran or Pi-Mai Lao. Which include splashing each other with water. It makes me wish someone here hosted something like that, but Morpheus would never go for it.

Pah, Pan and Aubrey would, right guys? Say yes, don't break my heart.

[Filter: Castor]

♥ Nice try, kitten.

[Filter: Public]

It seems I have to head out of town this weekend. Croatia, it seems. I should just purchase a little vacation house there one day. It's idyllic.

Someone make sure Liam doesn't get into a fight bigger than he can handle.

[Filter: Morpheus]

I know you asked for a 'fucking garden' so wish granted.

In all seriousness, what in the fuck?

[Filter: Public]

I, for one, find the fruit delicious.

[Delivered to Angrboda's door are these, all fresh cut and topped off with a perfumed card, which reads: "Never gave my proper condolences in person, so drinks or dinner sometime? -Gavin"]

[Filter: Morpheus and Merlin]
I miss you both just so terribly. I've even shed tears.

[Filter: Sigyn]
Busy this weekend, dearest almost-cousin?

[Filter: Public]
I've named my rabbit Ursula for no other reason other than I enjoy the name.

( And I've been making the meaning they lack )