mythopoeics

[she couldn't work, barely could eat, couldn't get dressed, couldn't feed her cats. she'd resorted to knocking over the bag with her elbow and just shooing them out of the kitchen when she suspected they had had their fill. water was a situation that had required more cleverness and she'd bruised herself in the process. but what was worst was that she felt neglected. physically. there. you know where.

yes, that was what was worst for her. a voice post was plotted then, so she could at least vent]

Sometimes, during times like this, I want to treat this place like a personal ad place. Though less about dating and deep meaningful relationships and more about good hard fucks that leave you unable to walk with any dignity at all. [she laughs, briefly amused by her own self] Gods above, that's indecent, I know. Not that I am a decent person. And I can't describe the state I'm in. I'm so very out of it. And irritated. It's not good for me to be like this. It's not good at all. Oh, I can get a maid in here to clean up, to even look after my cats if things don't stop eventually but I am not sure what would happen if I touched someone else with...passionate intentions.

But returning to the so-called ad business, it would end up a bad, bad idea, wouldn't it? Someone assure me of that. True, I don't know enough of you to trust you and not all of you know me well enough to believe I wouldn't rip your spines out and bathe in your blood. So I linger- no, languish is this state, sweetlings. [another laugh, she knows she's being very dramatic] Waiting for this stupidity to pass while simultaneously dreaming of the most effective way to make Khaos regret every single one of her decisions. I even know what I'd start with: a stiletto. [small pause] Not the heel, pets.

Though I can only imagine what Loki would say if he could see all this. But I know exactly what I'd want to do to him when he spoke, that impudent bastard.

[a faint sound of irritation is then made and then in German:] For fuck's sake, the cats are back in the kitchen...

[the post ends]

My entire oven turned into a turkey. By the time I stopped laughing, I decided to just smuggle it out and let it go in the park. I'm sure someone has found it by now. Not my problem if they haven't. I am, however, keeping the puppy that used to be my car. My six-figure Benz into...a puppy.

It's licking my toes right...no, no. Pawing my pant leg now, looking at me with its pale blue eyes. Reminds me of a girl I spent a week with in Finland.

Someone please explain this shit to me. Because I'd like my normal life back now.

[Euterpe was excited. It was Saturday, which meant karaoke times with her new friend. She was pretty sure she'd seen the guy around here and there, but for the life of her she couldn't remember if they'd ever formally introduced themselves. No matter, they would tonight! After confirming plans to meet up at one of her favorite Chinatown karaoke spots; she told him to look for the hazel-eyed girl with pink-streaked blonde hair standing about five foot six; she threw on a casual dress, her favorite motorcycle boots, grabbed a coat, and headed out.Unsure of what to expect from him, she figured she'd just be herself and hope for the best.

They'd been there for a little while chatting and drinking when she finally decided to get up on stage and show off a bit. Cuing up one of her favorite Nicki Minaj songs, she sang and rapped her way through 'Super Bass' like a seasoned pro before handing the microphone off to him. Thankfully, he wasn't all that bad, though his choice in songs was a little questionable.

Merlin wasn't even going to pretend otherwise, he totally had a thing for boy bands and questionable songs. As he clapped loudly for Euterpe when she stepped down, he took the microphone and flipped it in his hand (yeah, he loved that trick too) before taking the stage. Everything was going just fine, I mean as fine as one could expect when you're singing your heart out into a microphone and all. He was really getting into the song (ridiculous dance included) when the microphone... exploded. Or, well, it turned into a little grenade and Merlin squeaked and threw it before it exploded.

And that was when the whole evening really went downhill, because Merlin was sure that destroying a karaoke bar with an unintended grenade- oh shit, make that two grenades, there was no longer the chair he'd grabbed- was illegal. Police, handcuffs and jail were all sure to be involved. Well... crap.

Euterpe couldn't front either, when she was alone or having a bad day boy bands always perked her mood right up. Cheering on Merlin, especially when he did the microphone flip and that ridiculous dance, watching him with the type of pride that one felt when they knew they were somewhere they stuck out like a sore thumb and didn't care because they were having fun. Well, she had been having fun up until he somehow made the microphone explode. Her eyes widened as she saw him touch a chair and the same thing happen, her hand already fishing in her wallet for the appropriate amount of money to cover their drinks so they could leave before someone called the cops.

Except, as she put the money on the table, what ended up leaving her hand was a pile of gold chocolate coins. As they spread out over the table, Euterpe looked up at him in shock before grabbing both of their coats and reaching for his hand. They had a very slim window of time before someone reacted, and they had to go, now.

There was the vague awareness that he ought to have been ashamed of how ridiculous he was but... well, Theseus was a ridiculous man and Merlin was all about blaming the genes. Good thing Euterpe was using her brains because he was definitely not using his as he stared at the explosions he caused and then at the chocolate gold coins. Those looked delicious, if he might add. When Euterpe grabbed him he flinched, worried that he might turn her into a pineapple (thankfully nothing happened, because Merlin running away with a pineapple in his arms would've been... well).

"Good thinking." He yelled as he tried to keep up with the muse. Of course their quick exit had been noticed by the owners, who were now chasing them and yelling something about ruining karaoke night. (Or at least, Merlin thought that was what they would be saying, if he could understand Chinese).

Oh lord, were those police sirens in the distance? Merlin knew he should've joined the track team at school.

The oddness of the moment didn't go unnoticed by her, but the daughter of Mnemosyne and Zeus figured that could be pondered later. For now, one of them had to keep them from getting arrested and Euterpe had the feeling Merlin was too stunned to be useful. From the way he kept staring at the chocolate coins it was possible he was hungry, too. Half-dragging Merlin towards the door without any concern that he might explode her next, she kept her gaze fixed on the exit and tried to be nonchalant.

"Less talky more runny," she shot back, leading them outside while steadfastly ignoring the angry Chinese coming from behind them. Hoping he didn't drive there, she took a quick left down an alley and kept going without looking back.

"Follow me, I know a shortcut to the trains," she said confidently, the sound of sirens barely a blip on her radar. "There's a restaurant around here we can cut through, my ex is a cook there. Just don't look back so they don't get a good look at you." Euterpe wasn't going to jail for this guy, at least not without good incentive.]

Did you know that Starbucks won't take payment in the form of chocolate coins? I consider that a big fail on their part. Also, the professors at NYU don't give extra points when you show them how you apparently spent your break learning how to make your flute blow bubbles. Oh, and if anyone finds a pygmy hedgehog in an exercise ball please let me know. Sorry Cordy... Your cat better not find him first. I swear I put his ball in my room, but it just kind of... disappeared.

Liam, you need to help me find a new karaoke spot, since I'm not going back to that other one any time soon.

[At work, Cassandra kept turning things into bagels. Bagels and muffins and the occasional loaf of bread. It was weird, and at first she thought she was imagining it, except that she couldn't think of another explanation as to why chai lattes kept disappearing. Well, whatever this was a sign for, it wasn't good.

Roy let her go home early, though, and on the way back she shared the cookie that her metro card had turned into with some pigeons.]

Mr. Midas learned the inconvenient truth early, but for me I guess it's not so inconvenient. Everyone likes bagels.

Troilus, the toaster may be cinnamon raisin bread now. Sorry.

[Narcissus has found himself gazing into the bathroom mirror, lovingly, of course, watching himself towel off after a lengthy shower. Towel fixed about his slim waist, though dipping just enough to be tantalizing, at least to him, he smiles at himself, his hands gingerly caressing the side of his face. He runs his hand through his hair, and seems to procure...what was it? Something soft. A flower petal, from between his fingers. Thinking it to be nothing more than a fluke, he tries the action again. Panic sets in as he manages to pull yet another beautiful white petal from somewhere in his hair. His hands shaking, he refuses to touch himself again, but cocks his head, trying to look for the source of the petals in the mirror.

He's missing exactly two small locks of hair. Nothing he can't style over, but as he reaches out to touch the mirror, an idle gesture, the object liquifies beneath his touch. The entire thing is now a mirror-like puddle on his bathroom floor. He sinks onto the floor, and wraps himself up in another towel, but only after cautiously grabbing his ever-present cell phone from the counter (which thankfully, merely turns pink upon him grabbing it) and using it to make one, vague, panicked post. He's shivering, mostly naked, and terrified.]

My mirror is a puddle. I'm pulling parts of flowers out of my head. I don't...understand.

Some of you will be thrilled to know I got an A on my paper. My teacher said it was well-researched and made him feel like he was actually there, so thank you brilliant sources. He also seemed to appreciate the banana that my phone turned into when he nearly caught me texting in class. I don't feel at all bad that I watched him eat it just because I was curious as to how it would taste. Would it have a slightly metallic aftertaste? The world may never know.

By the way uncle, I need you to take me by the Verizon store tomorrow so I can get a new one, since without my phone I just might succumb to a terrible depression that could only be cured by getting me an adorable puppy. I am nothing if not persistent.

I really would like to know why stuff keeps turning into bananas, or in one rare case my flash cards for algebra turned into playing cards, but whatever. So long as it doesn't bring down my GPA.

[Though not an overly emotional person by any means, Calliope had her own share of rampant feelings. Touching her piano always brought upon thoughts of both sorrow and joy, sorrow for the memory of who had purchased her the piano, but joy for what magnificent sounds came out of it. Joy for music.

First it had been the keys. Before being aware that anything had happened to any of her fellow reincarnates, she'd poured herself a glass of wine and perched at the piano for only Zeus knew how long. And when the keys had turned into chocolate wafers, well, that certainly hadn't been expected.

But it the wine glass transforming into a dove that shocked her the most. From liquid to solid? Bizarre. More bizarre than wafers. The poor thing's off-white feathers were stroked before a window was opened and the dove urged to fly off.

When her window sill began growing flowers from her touch, she thought it was best to keep all touching to a bare minimum.]

Good thing about working in a pub? They think it's all bar tricks.

Until someone spits out a frog.


[filter; arthur]
I think the time it's about time we talked.

[filter; galahad]
Want to do something with your old man one of these days? Horseback riding is probably out of the question until this bullshit clears up but I'd like to spend some father-son time with you.

[filter; gwynevere]
Still like archery?

[It should be no surprise that someone as emotionally unstable and immature as Syrinx was having trouble with this. She kept shrieking out, gasping and crying whenever something in her hands changed shape. The latest was a glass of milk that ended up becoming a glass of red acrylic paint which she'd dropped.

The shattering glass had caused her to jump and flee the scene in tears. Not that she thought Aeneas would be mad at her, but because she didn't like this. She didn't know what to do with this. She just wanted it to be over.]

[her voice is soft, broken]

Please let it stop, let it stop, let it stop.

Well, things could be going better. But it's not that frequent, at least for me. Do have an abundant amount of papayas, though. If someone wants some, tell me. It's a bit...silly.

But are most of us doing alright?

[He is not feeling emotional despite the mild curiosity and, therefore, typing can happen. A great blessing indeed. He's very tired of the random objects piling up. At least Fiona seemed to be happy with them, though.

But a filtered post to his brother is needed and he gets down to it.]

[Filter: Hypnos]

While I'm not turning things into other things, a moment of your time, brother?

[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.

He could be calm at times, like when had been teasing his wife on Denver's post. Really, he was content much of the time until something went and stomped all over his feet. Usually this was family or one of Helen's so-called husbands.

And this time, it had been his American family, an unwanted call about his mother ending up in the hospital due to 'stress'. Did his father thing he cared secretly? Deep down inside? Hell, he barely cared about his old man, had lost respect for him. He was no Atreus, not the father who brutally could win respect from people. Who had fed his brother the man's own sons, had taken care of that cheating whore of a wife (no, no, he wouldn't call her Mother). His current father was nothing like Atreus.

And what did his mother have to be stressed about? That woman hadn't stressed for a good reason from the moment he started observing her.

He never made it through the entire call and his father would assume that his second-born son had just hung up on him. In truth, the phone opted to transform into a Magic Eight Ball. Glad to be off the phone, he observed what he'd gotten and then shook it, muttering about whether he'd get any peace in his life.

It reported back 'better not tell you now'.

[Phonecall to Osiris]

[Because Merlin was an awesome guy he gave Osiris his number after Donovan saved his life (and by save his life he means the man kept him for being run over by some grumpy driver that needed an extra shot of caffeine in his morning latte. Whatever, right?

Because he was an even more awesome person, he programmed the following ringtone with his name. Yup.]

Hello, hello?

So... work today was interesting. Every time I tried to gather ingredients to make something they turned into flowers. And not like, pretty flowers either. Nope, they were drooping daisies. And they got everywhere. Long story short, my manager told me to take some time off so I don't accidentally bake petals into scones.

It kept happening too. Like when I tried to feed the kitties. And on the bus. I'm almost afraid to change my clothes, but I'll do it. Showering might be weird, though.

I had a dream that I was very small... Small like an ant. I was in a field. It started to rain, and I used a flower as an umbrella.

I don't know what it means.

[ Things had not been going so well for Minos. Where as his sisters like Athena and Persephone had better temperaments to deal with things of this nature, he never would. He wanted to hurt people more easily, wanted to scold, ruin and destroy. He sulked, he scowled and he was doing both then as he had transformed three glasses of cognac into piles of worms (though one turned into a bottle of mouthwash).

It was going to be very hard to get through this without a drop of liquor.

On the other hand, Leukothoe was not having a problem. It was not that she was sweet-tempered, but rather she was so cold that few things moved her. It wasn't apathy, but something much deeper, something broken and twisted inside of her. (Wrong wiring of the brain?).

She came to him because he was her lord - Zurvan or not- she knocked his door without preamble and waited.

As he had never locked the door after coming home, he only had to call out. "Come in! And lock the damn door behind you!" He wasn't out of sight of the door and knew in the case of an unwanted guest that he would have time to react.

But who the hell wanted to visit him anyway?

Leukothoe opened the door carefully, taking a step in and then turning to look the door as he had instructed. It wasn't so much as wanting to visit, as being compulsed to visit. Her fingers itched for blood. "I apologize for showing up out of the blue, but it seems a lot of people are having trouble with... things." That she was here to serve him was obvious, why else show up? They were not friends, nor family.

A solution to his problems, that's what he saw. But wasn't she always that? His lips twisted into a smile, unkind as always, and he beckoned her near. "Yes, my girl, and I'm not excluded. How sensible it was of you to come see me. I always knew you had a good head on your shoulders. Not like my children."

Not any of them. For all he believed, they would fuck it all up.

"I am not having any problems as of yet," She informed him promptly, "What is it that you'd like me to do?" It really was that easy to settle into it. No need for reverence or further explanations- dry cut and efficient. That was her nature after the suffering she'd had.

She was strangely soothing, better than that wife of his from the old days. What a goddamn nuisance she had been. Minos felt tension leave him as he observed his solution.

"I need you to play secretary or at least that is what will be said when I go to work. You'll be handling everything that requires me touching something, at least in the office or out of view of the men. At home, you will attend to other things. Not fitting of your talents but you are required to do more than normally. And then, should a problem arise, I will send you out to take care of it."

And problems, in his shady line of business, did arise.

This was a satisfactory arrangement for her, Leukothoe gave the briefest of smiles before inclining her head, "As you wish." Because that is all that needed to be said, of course the first thing she actually did for him was to pour him a glass of brandy and place it by his side... with a straw.

Look at that. A straw didn't entirely suit the drink and felt silly but he knew he'd used it out of Leukothoe's sight and even if she saw, she'd never tell. Minos knew that much about her, knew how much she could be trusted.

It was so good to have reliable help.]

Don't think I'm going to run out of change any time soon if this keeps up.

Wow.

Now that I've stopped pushing that off, we can put that aside. I really just wanted to make a post because I felt bad about Merlin and the abundance of his comments everywhere. If we know each other, you should talk to me. Maybe I can finally make interesting out of this new revelation.

This just in: I'm apparently a magician.

I woke up late, turned my alarm clock into an apple, turned my bagel into an apple, and then turned my wallet into an apple.

I just want to point out that Genesis doesn't actually mention apples at all.

Anyway, after sitting around for two hours I was able to finally get out the door.

[Filter: Charon]

Do you want to do something? Preferably something that avoids touching inanimate objects as much as possible.

[ Galahad didn't much want to get involved with Elaine, but his duty dictated that he ought to at least go check on her. The fact that she had been lacking as a mother did not mean he should be lacking as a son- that would be something that would be on his concience. He didn't want to sin when being a son should not be a chore.

It was though.

He knocked twice on the door (rapping the wood with his knuckles to avoid doing something to the door) of the address he had committed to memory and waited.

Nothing was allowed to be touched unless she wanted another snapping turtle on her hands. Elaine was doing better, truth be told, but she was still deeply frustrated because going to work was impossible. And then Hermes had come along and said the wrong things at first and she felt not shame but annoyance.

And when the knock on the door came, Baldric yipped, Rhett lifted his head to observe and Elaine went to the door. Once seeing who it was through the peep hole she took a step back. And before touching anything, she took several deep breaths and then swiftly unlocked it, yanking it open.

"I didn't expect you."

Galahad tilted his head a little, betraying that he was a little bit confused as that sort of greeting but said nothing of what he was actually thinking. "No, I suppose not. I was merely passing by to see if you were doing fine. To see if you required something." Nothing more than a duty of a son to his (somewhat deranged) mother.

Galahad didn't seemed annoyed at having to do this, he might have felt so but his duty had never been something that annoyed him. Doing things out of duty was too natural for him.

Deranged was just a flavour she could provide. ...not that it was a good thing. She knew that. She nodded to his reply and took a step back, her nerves threatening to overtake her. Elaine wasn't a fool about what the state of her relationship was with her son. She had something to accomplish and she did. Then it was all on him to do what he was meant to do. That was the way it was. No warm fuzzies, no coddling or sweet tuck-ins at night. She was his container and he the answer to their problem.

Yet sometimes, she just wanted to grab him and tell him what a fat baby he had been and it had hurt like hell getting him out. "Do you want to come in? Please? Just for a moment?"

"Sure." Galahad would not refuse most of the requests his mother made of him, but he remembered now- so clearly, the loving whispers of Morgause against his brow when she came to check up on him during night. He remembered the encouragement of her words, the conviction that he was the right choice for the throne. Things not easily forgotten or dismissed. He missed being loved as a son.

"Is there anything you need?" He closed the door behind him with a nudge of his shoulder not wanting to risk anything again.

Morgause had been a true mother to her children, to all five sons. Even the one that turned on her later. Elaine could never even claim to be one-tenth that maternal. Babies were adorable but raising them...perhaps there were some good books about that somewhere.

With Galahad here and her building generally safe enough, she left the door unlocked for now. Closed was good enough. "Me? I'd like to go to work, that's all. Idleness isn't for me," she admitted. "I saw that your Bible was taken from you. I'm sorry. And I'd offer you something to drink but..." Well, they both knew why that wasn't possible.

Which would've been fine had Galahad not experienced Morgause's mothering. Now there was a bigger elephant in the room between them. "Please do not concern yourself." Politeness was always his default mode for dealing with most situations. Most. "I came to see if you required help with something, I believe I might have less trouble than you handling things." He lifted one hand, staring at his palm in thought and then curled his fingers. "If you find that acceptable."

Lord, his politeness would slay her one day. There was only so much a woman could take before she cracked a man over the head with something heavy. But today would not be that day. She nodded once more and then said, "You might end up changing something as well if you touch it so I'm not sure how much help you can give but...I think it's just nice that you came. Even for a bit."

Galahad rubbed the bridge of his nose, a sign that there was the vaguest hint of annoyance lurking. "It is no problem, I shall stay here for a little longer, in case you find something you urgently need and cannot grab yourself, yes?" He didn't really wait for a yes or no, instead he strode over to the couch and sat down. It was not a relaxed posture, he sat straight, looking at the coffee table and whatever had been left on it. Well, he had never been much of a talker in general. Now? Now it was just the same.

Except he felt like he couldn't even approach Percival without sinning. It bothered him. Galahad suppressed the urge to sigh, it wasn't like Elaine would be any comfort to him. Not then, not now, not in future.

And then Baldric attacked his shoes.]

[He and Aubrey had only met briefly and at random after the odd things had started. Cù Sìth didn't like those odd things either. It made it very hard to work (and play tricks on the children that came in). He had to use all his focus on behaving, on not getting distracted. Was it distractions that made these things happen? He couldn't quite figure it out but not letting things get to him and behaving monotonously help.

Until, hours after he had met with Aubrey, he found himself somewhere very dark. It wasn't cramped at all, a rather spacious walk-in, but it did smell a lot like shoes from where he was sitting. Contrary to what some might thing, he didn't want to chew them up. A hound he had been but he was a human now. He had some limits. But he did kind of want to bury them. Tie them up at random if he could. Pull some of the laces out as well.

And with that in mind, he got to work, uncaring of how he got there for now or even whose closet it was.

When weird stuff happened, the best response was to hang out with someone who was just as weird- namely CuCu. Not that Aubrey knew that he was Cu Sith, but whatever. Details, small details that didn't matter for now. The fact is they had been playing when Aubrey had decided shoving Cu Sith was a good idea- the next moment the hound had vanished and she had begun shrieking bloody murder all the way back to her place.

In fact she was close to hyperventilating. Who to call? Jim? Her father? She had just made someone disappear into thin air- that was basically murder, wasn't it? Oh god it was. She took a deep breath and called 911. "Hello? I would like to report a missing person-"

While it started coherent it dissolved into hysterical rambling and shrieking... that could easily be heard from inside her closet.

In the midst of tying a boot to the inside of a jacket, he paused to listen to that noise, curious of why it was happening. It didn't sound familiar at first, him being unused to Aubrey sounding so genuinely panicked. But as he listened, it did sink in. Before doing anything else, he finished what he was doing and then moved to nudge open the closet door.

"Stop being so loud."

And it was one of those moments that should've been video recorded and sent to America's Top 10 videos. Aubrey started, too startled and then she shrieked and threw the phone at him (the phone that turned into a duck as it left her hand).

Feathers, shoes, and swearing like no-tomorrow. It was a special moment.

There had been something beautiful about her aim. He saw it coming but it was coming in too fast and it struck him right between the eyes. He yelped and clasped both hands over his face while stepping right back into the closet. Karma had been waiting for him with one of Aubrey's nicer boots right behind one foot. And backwards he went, down on a pile of heels.

This day sucked. So much.]

I'm trying to do an art project, and my charcoal keeps turning into feathers. What am I supposed to do with feathers?

[filter; private]
Dear mother, I'm doing an art project of your face. You'll never see it like you'll never see this, but I have to write it. Do you even care that I still love you? That I still try?

This is how I remember your face from my childhood. May you never see it.

What is this fuckery.

What in the fucking hell is wrong with me? I have not had a proper goddamn smoke all goddamn day, because every fucking time I go to light the fucking thing, I'm holding a pigeon or a snake or some shit. I tried to smoke this morning, went to light the damn thing, and bam. Fucking baby snake.

Yes I'm fucking mad.

Beannachtai Na Feile Padraig!

I meant to turn on the video but I am not going to change it over now because I'm terrified to touch anything. But tell me, am I going mad? Am I stuck in some bizarre dream or is this another game? Because I was going to go to bed when Baldric insisted he needed to go out immediately. And, annoyed, I went to get his leash.

[something is shaken and it's certainly not a leash] And that, the moment I grabbed it, turned into silk flowers! And after he took care of himself on my kitchen floor, I grabbed the mop and it turned into butterflies. Good lord, butterflies! And after that, my struggle to not screech down the whole apartment building and then ridiculous concern I had swallowed one of the butterflies, I managed to make myself tea after five tries.

[a subtle groan is offered then] Please tell me I'm not alone in this. Please tell me something is going on with everyone and I am not mad. I am not.

Please?