mythopoeics

I don't care for introductions, but here I am. Must we eventually meet, you may know me briefly as Lottie. I must have slipped up somewhere, but I really cannot recall. How long have I been torn from myself. Such a messy predicament.

Does anybody need maple syrup? Somehow I ended up with five bottles when I meant to get eggs, and I don't think I can eat that many pancakes. As delicious a challenge it may be, I lack the eggs required to make them.

I'll leave it on my doorstep. Feel welcome to make it disappear.

It's Friday. In and of itself that is a blessing. My paycheck has been deposited into my account and while I do not need that to go shopping with, it's the idea of the thing that makes shopping today so much better. I feel the need for new shoes for tonight. I think that would be best.

Nightshade will have it's usual Friday Night specials this week, two for ones and so forth. We have a new techno DJ to break in, loves, so do try to come by and give him a warm welcome. I dare say he best live up to his potential

I feel the need to wander tonight, too. The spring that is upon the cusp makes for a rather lovely evening, don't you think?

Hello, I guess.

I guess this calls for an introduction. I'm Aaron and I'm not really sure why I'm here, only that I am. Odd invitations to strange places. I'm not sure I entirely understand. Then again, accepting these things was probably not my BRIGHTEST move, but hopefully it's worth it and no one's out to kill me. Are Apep or Isis behind this? I will leave if they are. I refuse- I was in the middle of homework when this popped up and I really need to get back to that, but do I know anyone in here from school? Is that what this is about? Some sort of social networking thing?

It would appear I give my classmates far too much credit.

[Filter: Leukothoe]

I trust you are well?

Where is my favourite auntie? I want to go out and party like it's Nineteen Ninety-Nine. I want to go out and party like it's the twenty-first century and it's New fucking York and there are no mazes and no outdoors.

Actually, I think everyone should come party like it's 1999. Let's get to know each other over Long Island Iced Teas.

Anyone here like art? I've got an extra pass to [exhibit at the Met or something] if you're willing to brave the terrors of my company. And the risk of being my accomplice in a minor theft

Also, Freida-Pinto-slash-Rosario-Dawson lookalike, I'll be watching out for you. ♥ Don't let the concrete jungle stop us now.

[Filter: Euterpe]

I'm not much for Glee, but you posted about this song before. Not sure I like that rendition all too much, but the tenor/baritone take is pretty cool. The tenor does a great job. He is also taller, but that is beside the point.

[Filter: Athena]

I'd like to keep my word.

[She wants to hear from her husband first. She wants to speak to him first. Despite all her jumbled feelings, if she doesn't hear or speak to Hades before all others then she would feel all wrong.

Surely, that was a sign.]

[Filter: Hades]

Speak to me as soon as you can. Or I will burst in during one of your classes and tackle you before all your classmates.

And then be possibly dragged out by any security but I will do it. I will.

( someone's going home alone again tonight )

[Filter: Private]

Papa's called from home again, to make sure I'm well. He knows how I get after winter ends. If only he knew the real reason why. That his daughter is the Underworld queen and she had two homes: above and below. But he promised to call a friend of his who runs a place that sells delicious sweets so I can have some proper homemade baklava. ♥ Dear Papa, always thinking of me in the best of ways.

And in more typical news: it's supposed to be well into spring and this chill remains. An ugly reminder of winter nipping at away at my flesh. The world we were once stuck in saved me from most of that maddening season but all I ask that this change and soon. Let it rise above sixty degrees (celsius), please!

[Filter: Public]

I hammered my thumb today. It's terribly gruesome. ...I mean, really. Yes, I saw a doctor. Yes, it's bandaged up. And, yes, I resumed hammering and hanging up pictures.

I even drew a little face on it. ♥ It says hello, community! Please think pleasant thoughts for it!

[Filter: Hades]

I want to demand of you something. Let's have our next meeting be either at your place or mine. I'm a bit grumpy to want to go out.

[she was normally a very calm lass but she can't help but wonder what is going on. she was clearly missing out on something and it felt like a shame. her curiosity streak was begging she inquire and to make find out how she could get in on this randomness. after all, it wasn't like there were beasts around or evil hotel residents.

so on went her webcam just because she could. she wiggled at fingers at everyone watching and smiled]

So. Things have gotten very odd, haven't they? Is it just me and a couple of others unaffected? [a small tilt of her head] And how is it working? Does anyone know? Do tell me, please.

[she then waggles a finger] Or better yet, record what's going on with you and show me. And by that, I mean only if Khaos is fooling with you. I don't want to see something only you'll be proud of flashing about. [the things she expected, she thought with a laugh] Be good!

But that's all. I just really am very curious.

I wanted to say this earlier, but my excitement got in the way, I think. I got into NYU about a month ago.

Okay, so there's this thing I've not mentioned so much before, but I'm Eros. It's pretty awesome being me.

Also. Rosana. If that is your real name. I think you're still a homewrecker but you're a good mom. Don't tell my mom I said that because she'd get pissy.

Are we done here? I think we're done.

Spring, spring, spring~ I can taste you. You are so near and I am finding myself desperately impatient to welcome you. To eventually be rid of so many layers just to shield myself from the nippy winds and unpleasant chills.

That aside, I have people all ready to have their lovely properties landscaped. A gentleman even had the guts to ask me out but I declined him (I knew he was married, how devious!).

But the second man was unattached. I have consented to one lunch date on Saturday because I'm terrible and I want lunch at that place on the Lower East Side. ♥ I could have gone along but~ I don't know. A part of me just feels the need for some company.

Sisters, I'll grab you for a meal next week, I promise. ♥

[Zeus has lived many lives. None shall ever equal his first life; his true self. He has always endured, believing fervently that he will be restored to his former glory (that he will restore himself). His death in Zurvan wasn't the most painful death he has experienced but it might be one of the most unnatural. It was not a death that took. It disgusts him that nothing is sacred, not even death. Not even the long, cold sleep.

When he is returned to New York, he learns that his business ventures have proceeded unimpeded. That he has hired and fired two personal assistants. The latest, number three, wears too-short skirts and he fires her, too, having had his way with her over his desk.

It is too easy for him to sleep into his old ways of want-and-take-and-have. These first few days, he is purely selfish. He lives for the sake of living and for the sake of feeling. Nails scraping down his back, rough callused hands, drinking champagne from clever mouths. He needs these things to restore himself. He is a careful man, as a rule, but there are precautions not taken; he is the Father of Gods and Men. What is another bastard child or two?

Finally, emerging from some kind of cocoon of slumber and beautiful women, in a penthouse suite in Boston, he showers and he returns to New York. He is Zeus. He will not be beaten by a fake death (though all the subsequent little deaths have not helped in the least.)

It is time for bravado. It is time to wear the face of Zeus and the substance of Zeus will surely seep back into his veins. He will not be overcome.]

Family, family. It was just a flesh wound.

[filter; sisters & zeus]
[address]
[office number]
[cell number]

Should you ever need me.

Father, are you here?

[It was about seven o'clock when Hebe woke from sleep disoriented. The alarm clock blaring at her side was to remind her school was in two hours, which was a bizarre realization considering how it was her first time seeing an alarm clock in months. Or so she'd assumed. Everything started flowing back, like how she had a test that morning, how she was invited to lunch with a boy (needed to cancel). Normal, daily things.

Following school, she crawled onto her laptop for a few tentative messages.]

[Filter: Zeus]
... daddy?

[Filter: Raven]
Can we... have coffee sometime?

[Filter: Public]
Um. Hi.

Welp, I'm hoping 'befuddled' is a good look for me, since that's how I'm feeling. I'll take comfort in not being the only one.

[filter; hermes, persephone, nanna]
I just want to say that no matter what happens, you will always be honorary Duernings'.

[filter; children of zeus]
Which of you can see this?

[filter; zeus]
Father?

[Sometimes she wishes she had the tolerance to go travel across the regions and see Baldr, Nanna and little Killian. Though Mictlan was a lovely place, she was the worst among her family when it came to having seen the world. But she dreaded the cold, even feared it. Simply to think about it soured her mood. But if not Glastheim, then Svarga! Or Ilium. Even nearby Camlann.

Yet no opportunities came. No chances, no way for her to do it on her own. Never would she pester Hermes or Baldr about this. It wasn't easy to go up to either and announce she felt very sheltered and unworldly. What could they do aside from offer to take her somewhere or send her off with someone? She didn't want to be that sibling. That sister. The one who had to rely on them for everything. It was called pride.

But her curiosity burned and perhaps if someone could paint a picture for her with words, maybe that would be enough.


How unlikely.]

[Filter: All EXCEPT family (in-laws included)]

How many of you have never left your region?

I'm just curious.

It was so nice getting to see my brother, I hope in time my sister gets a chance to meet Nanna and Killian.

I don't need to work tonight. A blessing as my feet are so very sore. Bah~

Are there people in Mictlan who'd care to join me for a drink? I'm going to be a traitor to my tavern and go over to The Damned Watcher. The entertainer there is much better than the one at Iron Hound anyway. First round is on me.

A riddle, for all the weary (read: bored out of their minds) travelers:

Born in white, live in green, die in red, bury in black.

Also, I wouldn't mind a few conundrums myself. Throw some my way, won't you?

[Filter: Baldr]

I'll be arriving in Glastheim soon. I hope I find you and your family well.

[Filter: Persephone]

I'm sorry to have left you in Mictlan, love. I'll bring something home for you.

I almost forgot just what I didn't like about Glastheim but it's pretty damned obvious with every step north.

God, how do you survive the cold? I feel like bring out every fur and cloak I might have in that overly large chest of mine.

I have decided that I like weddings.

One king dead. Another takes his place. Marriages and traveling galore.

Funny how nothing seems to change at all.

It was the mother of Nyx and Erebus who was bringing their end. That must be unpleasant for the Nyx children. To know Grandmama was going to end them all. And how that was a very unpleasant threat. The goddess in her especially did not appreciate being told she would be a poorly-told tale. Even if mortals were fairly bad at grasping the gravity of her story at times. Not all but most.

I really do not want to be a Twilight-tale, she mused, rubbing her hands together. I really, truly do not. Hades was a manipulative bastard. Oh yes, I said it. Bastard. His wife surely is allowed the truth. Should he not like it, he will have to change his way. Though I hope he shall not. A kind Underworld lord is a laughable one.

Ah, Hades. With winter having started, she should have been with him and now it seemed she was going somewhere. And as she wrapped another blanket around herself so snug and well, she wondered if her husband was not waiting for when she perished. Standing somewhere, eyes as cool as his hands, his heart.

It would make this year so much better if he was.

FYI I'm too young and too pretty to die.