mythopoeics

[She'd gotten them good, had struck them down just as they realized how she had managed all this time. They had had barely any time to enjoy the moment, not with the terrifying manner than she had come at them when she had realized what they'd accomplished...

Chiconahuiehecatl had stalled her, taking the full brunt of the blow and buying him enough time to fling the pieces of the puzzle in the air, aiming to send them toward one of the responsible godlings. But before he could bless them to be on their way, he felt a blade slid through his ribs and-- dear god, it twisted. He'd never experienced such pain before until now. And if that wasn't enough, the hits kept on coming until she called off her pets.

In vain hope, Kala turned to where the notes had been released but he couldn't see what had become of them. The malicious laughter of the goddess flooded his ears, her taunts of her generosity in letting him die slowly the last he heard from her. When she and her minions had departed, seemingly unconcerned of what a dying god could do, he went for his phone, knowing they needed a fighting chance.

Blood smeared over the screen, his vision sorely compromised. The Aztec god wasn't worth sparing a look, he knew that the man was nearly gone. But before that, they was one more thing they had to do.]

[Filter: Away from Khaos & minions; voice]

[the breathing is labored and painful, the clear sounds of a man losing his life]

Well, shit. I suppose this was coming now. It's over for us but let me try to avoid being melodramatic, I have to be quick. You can't come back anymore, when you die you die, there is nothing more for Khaos to get out of you, but we can give you something. Me and Chichi, we got your backs, Godlings.

A little more, we promise to help, so have our final gift: you're going to be stronger against her. Your stamina, your endurance, even those of you with that will see an increase. This might keep you all alive for the final showdown.

Good luck. If not, we'll see you on the vast Nothing.

[the voice post ends, the godlings spared his final breath.]

He didn't know the end result of the plan. All Menelaus could recall was being grabbed and having to fight off that individual. It had then been followed up by by more attacking him, grabbing at him to subdue him until someone got it in their head to plunge a syringe into his arm.

When he next work, someone had changed his clothes, had strapped him down in a dark room. He wasn't alone, he could hear the whispers outside his door and his thoughts fled to the need to get out of there. He'd read about these places, he didn't need an experience to go with it. But try as he might, the leather straps would not give.

A flood of light was accompanied with the door opening and he grew still, teeth clenched and eyes hard. Whatever was going to happen next, he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it but he'd be damned if he let that show.

Somehow, I went from owning my own security firm to selling house alarms door to door. I'm not sure I like this change, although I must say -- housewives seem to be a fan of inviting me in for a cuppa and a chat while their husband is off at work. Suffice to say I haven't been bored.

And how is everyone else doing?

The change in scenery so suddenly had made Apikunni uncomfortable. As a result, he'd been smoking almost non-stop. He'd also run off to the woods to escape his mother (who had suddenly shown up) talking to him about how he needed to get married and start a family. His brother was in the asylum...which he didn't like. He needed guidance and a plan...and time to sort everything out. He was going to go and get his brother. He would do it even if it meant he had to scalp someone to get him.

He didn't know what else to do. He was chief. He needed to be more calm and do what he knew was right, but he was also a warrior and his urge to fight was taking over. He didn't care who tried to stop him, he would find Beaver, make a plan, and get his brother.

No man would stop him without a serious consequence.

This is the first time that my husband has been of any use to me. I haven't had to deal with anyone bothering me about my lack of marriage. I still think he's going to end up having an accident...

[Filter: Private, Asmodeus and the wives can see]
In other news...what the fucking fuck is happening and why the fuck are these clothes so hideous and why am I being told to have dinner on the table at exactly 6pm and why isn't he dead yet? why is there nowhere to order the food from so I don't have to do anything? This is ridiculous.

Ugh.

This is unexpected. I suspect this talk of marriage and these less than desirable clothes won't go away until I agree, which is not my intention.

I would pretend to be engaged to someone, but...

I suppose I will find another way around it.

Is this a normal occurrence? Turning up in places that are unexpected? Not that I haven't been somewhere I didn't expect to be. Like kidnapped and sold to pirates

[He'd been introduced to at least five girls in the past few days. He was starting to get annoyed. He had more important things to worry about...like getting Hebe out of the asylum. He would find a way. He didn't know how, but he'd figure it out. Then again, he had a feeling he'd have help. Somehow.

Until then, he needed to figure out where Apollo was. Someone else could worry about Zephyrus.]

[Filter: Apollo]
You're not in the asylum are you?

[Filter: Percival]
Are you alright?

...This is stupid.

I have no intention of marrying, regardless of what everyone seems to be spewing. Therefore, the last thing I need is to be set up on a date, of all things. Of all the times for my parents to remember I exist...

...It doesn't help that this brainless twit keeps babbling on about hor pon the devil's spawn, either.

It had been years, so many years, and he'd walked through those doors like it had just been a only a few days. The smile he gave her made her feel sick and weak, furious and helpless. Her hands had shaken beneath the table as he took his place from across her, had so casually lit a cigarette. He told her of all the places he'd been, the work he'd been up to. He told her that she hadn't aged a day since he'd left, still looked like the gorgeous girl he'd married.

She'd remained uncharacteristically silent, drinking in everything he offered. When he made a gesture, she withdrew her hands from their hiding place and had held them out. And he'd held her hand as he told her that despite her looks she wasn't fit to be his wife. He had to move on from this person she'd become. It just wasn't healthy for either of them. Then he offered her the cigarette.

Numbness swelled into shock and finally rage. It'd taken five nurses and two doctors to pull them apart, her fingers coming away sticky with blood, skin and hair. The words she flung at him had all been in her native German, raw and crude, vowing revenge on his worthless self.

The moment she was alone, the tears came. It was less that she couldn't stop them and more that she didn't want to. There was no twin to comfort her, no daughters to dab at her eyes and rub her hands. She would have to get it out and see where her violent outburst would take her now in this damning place.

There was a reason why he'd said nothing to anyone so far. He didn't want it to be too well-known he was here. He didn't want someone to try to save him from something that could really hurt them.

At that moment, he was stuck in a solitary room after having gotten into a fight with a doctor who had frightened him. There was blood still under his nails, bruises staining his arms and face but a small sense of victory lay in that he knew he wasn't broken.

He wasn't human, he'd never be human. He wasn't wrong and no amount of therapy, pills or other treatments would make him think otherwise. But he wouldn't go mad here. The creature he could conjure up would keep him sane, a reminder that he was right against them all. Against anyone who might suggest otherwise or try to brainwash him.

And one day, he'd return to what he should be.

Women are encouraged to be womanly. They are given expectations they should live up to or they are not considered useful to society. We all have a role. Mine is here at the hospital, and I'll do what is asked of me.

But do not expect me to break.

[ filter; norse ]
So all of this has to do with that Khaos chick?

[ filter; helen ]
If anyone gives you a hard time, give me their name and I'll fuck them up.

[ filter; public ]
This is fucked up.

Well, this is all very exciting. The 1950s, eh? Such a simpler time. At the very least, we don't have to worry about a war hanging over our heads.

Oh, nevermind.

[ filter; helen and menelaus, separately ]
Updates, please.

[ filter; private ]
I don't know what to think about all of this. Wasn't Zurvan enough? And Rome? Is there even such thing as enough for her?

[ filter; arthurians ]
Everyone alright? Galahad, Elaine?

Now this isn't so bad, is it? I happen to like everything I'm wearing, the cars, the lifestyle, etc. Apparently I should be settling down soon, according to my parents, but that would mean I cared about what my parents thought I should do with my life. I'll do what I please, as I always do.

[ filter; siblings ]
I hope they've told you the same, or I'm going to throw Ursula at them.

[ Being a nurse wasn't a terrible profession for a woman. In fact, it was very normal. But being a nurse in a mental hospital was something else entirely. She had thought she knew all there was to know about patients who refused treatment or medication. Apparently, she hadn't. Patients here were so uncooperative unless they were sedated, and only then would they take the medication she handed to them in little cups.

But watching these patients having to swallow their pills in front of her, to show them the underside of their tongue so that they couldn't hide their medication-- it left her heart surging. It pained her to be here, but she knew, above all, that this was her job. There was no other alternative. ]

How is everyone?

[ There were a great many things that Hel could tolerate, and things she couldn't. Of those things she couldn't tolerate, it was being treated less than her worth. She knew her worth. Apparently, her male classmates didn't. They treated her as if she didn't belong in school, as if her being a female aspiring to work in the field of science was akin to her having a strange disease.

More than once, she had nearly taken out their eyes with her scalpel, but somehow, somehow, she kept from doing so, lest someone cart her away to that mental asylum she was hearing about. But perhaps being in a mental asylum was better than this. There, at least, she would be safe from idiots who needed to be put in their place.

A queen of the underworld deserved so much better. ]

These dresses are annoying. Everything about this wardrobe is annoying. I have to wear little frilly socks and shoes that look like they belong on a doll. I'm being forced to dress like I belong on someone's shelf. My parents are like drones out of The Stepford Wives.

Cara, can I come stay with you for a while? I know your uncle isn't acting like a freaky robot.

[ filter; family, zurvan included ]
Are any of you in the loony bin? Say no.

[ PTSD. That was interesting. Coming out of his service years ago, Hector had been entirely certain he hadn't come out of it with PTSD, but that didn't seem to be the case here. The consensus had been that his time serving in the second World War had ruined him psychologically. But he knew himself better than anyone, so all of this was just another game of Khaos' that he wasn't interested in playing. ]

[ filter; family ]
I appear to be in the hospital for post-traumatic stress disorder. I don't recall ever developing that.

[ Being a single mother in this day and age was apparently so unacceptable, lying was the only way out of being chastised. Lying wasn't the part that hurt her-- it was what she had to lie about: being married to Diego. Still being with him at all. They had agreed to Luca being with him on weekends, so that he wouldn't be without his father, but now in this time, Diego wanted to be a bigger part of their lives

and it hurt

so much. ]

[ filter; family ]
Is anyone available for hugs?

And somehow, in Zurvan I wasn't judged quite as harshly as I am now. a) for being Japanese-American, b) for being heavily tattooed, and c) for not wanting to get married EVER EVER EVER. I had to take out my piercings, so crossing my fingers that they won't heal up before I have to put them back in. I might just get fucking tired and put them back in anyway. But I can't take off the tattoes. IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN JUST FUCKING WASH THEM OFF WITH SOAP OR PEEL THEM OFF FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Usually I don't care what people think. I don't. But when people won't stop staring and not in the good way it's REALLY ANNOYING ACTUALLY UGH

Basically, FUCK THIS SHIT OKAY.

[ The past few days had been tiring for him, if only because more and more people visited the stables every day. Apparently, riding horses was much more popular in the fifties than their current age. Because really, who wanted to ride a horse when they could drive a car they could never afford? But now it seemed there was more interest, and more interest kept him busy. Which was never bad, per se, but it left him exhausted at the end of the day.

Well, all the more time for twin snuggles.]

I'm beginning, only beginning, to realize I'm a little tired of these decade jumps. I'm also glad that the stables still existed in the fifties. They appear to be much less run down now.

But little girls need to stop wanting pony rides thrice a week.

The women of this age garner such little respect, it's a wonder we are allowed to breathe the same air as a man. Even a career woman like myself can only hope her male coworkers will not judge her abilities based solely on the fact she does not share the same anatomy. A woman is not welcome in university. A woman is not welcome in a man's profession. A woman is expected to be at home, cooking, cleaning, and tending to the man's every need.

I will crush all of their expectations.

[The family surgeon had taken care of the gash on one arm she sustained after having been tackled by one of her men and had dug the bullet from leg with an efficiency that even impressed Death. He hadn't had the luxury of time to make it painless but Death's mind had been elsewhere anyway. Maybe she should have seen it coming. A drive-by, the rivalry. If she hadn't been involved, she would have given then whole thing an admiring glance but some of the men that had gone down had been her property (whether they believed that right now or not) and she had had a bullet dug out of her leg.

And between the two who had been closest to her, the fucking heavyweight had taken her down. For her own good and all but she had a feeling there was a cracked rib to be minded.

Someone was going to pay.]

What a noisy afternoon yesterday contained. Some people.

[Filter: Horsemen]

Yes, I was involved if you heard about what happened. Yes, I'll live.

No, of course I'm not letting this go, temporary era or not. Blood will stain these streets again.

{FILTERED TO FAMILY]
I'm alright. Just got a few scratches from some flying glass. This sort of violence is much more my style. Less following orders. Laying low for a bit.
[/FILTERED]

[FILTERED TO EUTERPE]
Don't go into the office tomorrow. Day off with pay. You see anyone following you, you let me know and I'll take care of it.
[/FILTERED]

I think I'm adjusting to this era rather nicely. Not saying I want to stick around but at least I get to do something that resembles my job back home. Also, I'm not married to Athena someone I don't care about and my kids are here. That puts it easily above some of the other places.

[FILTERED PRIVATE]
Never really considered myself the sort to like a mob job. Something to consider if we ever get home.

The baby is due any day now and I'm hoping that she can wait for us to be back in our regular time since I'd really like to have the doctor I'm familiar with taking care of the birth. However, I guess I should try and find a doctor here just in case. Or, see if anyone around knows about delivering babies, since I don't want anything to happen to me and Hypnos' little girl.

Also, I really want chili cheese fries, but some guy gave me a really mean look when I went to go and get some. He said women in my condition shouldn't be driving, but I don't think that's true. Still, he was kind of scary... not as scary as the people shooting at each other though.

[There was something both soothing and awkward about their current predicament at the hands of Khaos, which was filling Eve with all manner of conflicted feelings. On one hand, she felt comfortable in this era, wearing a dress and being useful for her skills as a potential wife and mother, but on the other hand she couldn't find Adam after reuniting with him so recently. She wouldn't say their first meeting had gone well, but it had been a start, and she was looking forward to continuing working towards some sort of relationship with him -- be it friendly or something more.

Whenever she found her gaze drawn to the asylum, she'd get a sinking feeling in her chest. She wondered if anyone she knew was in there, and what she would do if they were. After a few moments of contemplation, she would simply bow her head and pray that anyone she might know inside those foreboding walls had the strength to survive.]

If one more person gets on my fucking case about my living situation, someone will get hurt. And I have the means to get away with it no matter what I just said. They should be more satisfied that my wife and I are still married instead of nitpicking about our living apart. Nosiness exists no matter what era you get into but it seems almost stronger right now.

Also, I didn't know we were dealing with drive-by shootings on top of the risk of being labeled crazy. How nice.

Khaos was going too far again, planting people in an asylum. He had not heard from any of his siblings but he was sure if one of them was locked up he would heard about it soon. It appeared those in the asylum could communicate.

A toy fell from his son's hand with a clatter loud enough to stir him from his musings for the moment. He looked down to see the boy now occupied with Fiona, who had become rather tolerate of his son. A hand mildly ran over Nikolaas' head as the child sat, occupied with putting his hands all over the soft cat. His affection even toward his siblings (excluding Hypnos, Hypnos was always an exception) had been limited and to his child it couldn't be any different. Ma'at would make up for it (she was softer in her own way, better at all this).

And if this game affects him, I'll strangle Grandmother myself, he thought darkly.

If they could just finally get their hands on her.

[ filter: private ]

I get it, I get it. The gods make the rules, and we have to follow. Haven't I always been on their side? Haven't I always thought that?

But this....this is too much. You can put me in a backwater time that looks like it came out of one of the old man's fantasies. You can take away my voice in society and my ability to protest.

But my brother?

He actually told me to act more ladylike and to "listen to Father". Father! Of all people! And he's completely back in the closet again, even though I told him I know and that I love him any way and

fuck

I want him back. Give him back to me, you bitch. Or I'll find a way to make you.

[ She was a secretary now.

All that hard work - fighting her way through college, through law school, proving herself as a competent lawyer - gone. Hell, when she'd tried to take her usual spot at work, they'd laughed at her, as if she was silly for even imagining it.

It had been the hardest thing in the world, biting her tongue and going with it. It was only the knowledge that this was probably one of those brilliant ideas from the psycho kami in charge that kept her from unleashing her rage; after all, she didn't want to be out of a job if her raging translated into the real world.

So instead, she resolved to suck it up, and do what she could from here for as long as she had to. After all, men were remarkably easy to manipulate - she was certain she could influence a few cases here and there.

She just hoped it was sooner rather than later, because she wasn't sure how long she could stick to that plan. ]

[Nephthys was not used to this yet she adapted. But it hadn't been the patients that gave her as much grief as the other nurses (obviously not Mona or Wadjet). There was one in particular a woman who watched her almost too closely. It didn't help that she found the other woman's hands to be as cold as ice and that she tended to grab Nephthys' arm in a cruel, hard grip when she wanted something from her.

Earlier that day, Nephthys had narrowing avoided being shoved against a railing she knew to be loose. The fall over it would have meant the end of her life from the fall. There had been no apology but just a dissatisfied glare from the other woman as she stormed off.]

[Filter: Igraine & Wadjet]

Please be careful.

[Filter: Egyptians]

Is everyone doing well? I'm sorry I couldn't check in earlier.

Unlike many of you, I actually have nothing to complain about. There's nothing like a period of time where people fucking dressed well and children know there godforsaken place. The cars are better-looking and, if I recall properly, the 1950s saw a growth in economy. Everything feels fresh, alive and good. Workable.

Those of you in the asylum will have to deal. And maybe I'll try to find a way to keep some of you in there. The rest of us can enjoy this slice of peace and prosperity.

[Filter: Away from Khaos & minions]

This isn't how it was supposed to go. By now things should have been broken from her control. I guess you guys can hold on a little longer. Just try not to give up. We're doing what we can to stop things now.

Sorry if I don't have the asylum map but maybe you guys can figure out something with the sewers? Watch out for alligators. No, I'm serious, watch out for the alligators.

It was like someone has answered his needs and tailored this around him. There were so many of them to keep him healthy and alive that Jubokko had, at first, hesitated.

It lasted barely a few seconds. Restraining himself from behaving like a man dying from thirst, he waited it out, watched for his moment before sliding his hands around the young man's bared neck. There was first only a careful pull before he tumbled into a hard tug, drawing and feeding off the drugged creature until he left enough for the man to survive. Within a few hours, he targeted another patient, this one that he had no connection to. By the time he left, he felt more at peace - more whole than he ever had.

This was more his style. There was no tracing things back to him. Things happened in asylums, especially in such an era. And no one was going to stop him from not milking this for all it was worth.

[A child nearly had been killed. They said it was his son he near drove a blade into and he couldn't believe it. He had no sons, no children in this mortal life. How could this have happened? Why was this happening? Was it the past daring to repeat itself in twisted ways? It couldn't be, not when he knew he hadn't done anything like what he had been locked up for. But no matter how much he protested, no matter if he lashed out, he found himself alone in his room, bound and drugged.

It was a rare moment since his waking up in the asylum that he was untied. He reached for his journal, needing to get out a few words to one person at least.]

[Filter: Izanami]

I know you might not want to see this or even answer it. Maybe you're locked up here as well. Maybe


I didn't kill anyone. I'm framed for a crime that I did not do. I am, this time, as innocent as ... as our son can be. I just wanted you to know.

I'm a little disappointed that fake me is going to get to be Belle for Halloween while I'm stuck here. Although it's not so bad. I teach kids here and they're really cute. I miss science, but teaching isn't so bad.

I hope fake me is taking good notes in physics class.

[ filter; family (zurvan included), hyacinth & raven ]
help help help

i don't want to be here

Hey, did anyone see that sporting event that took place last night? It was a really good game, very tense and athletic. Those players were going all out, boy was it a sight to see. I'm just glad the team I like won, otherwise I might have had to start throwing punches in the bar where I was enjoying some brewskis with the boys.

So, who's up for some drinks later, ladies?

[filter; family (both real and mythical) and friends]
Am I acting hetero enough? I know what they do to guys like me in this day and age, I've been watching the latest season of American Horror Story.

[filter; thalia] (added later)
Darling dearest, I need a favor from you. Please.

It was karma that he would end up like this. If Isolde of Breton had killed herself over what he had done to her, he liked to believe that it could have pierced through the haze the potion created over him. Such a terrible thing, though, for something like that to work on him but that is what had apparently happened now. He'd seen the photos of his late wife and everything about her screamed 'Isolde'. Not the blonde beauty from Ireland but his wife from so long ago.

Tristan knew that if he had been himself, he could have tried to love her. He knew that she should have been the only woman for him, not the woman meant for his uncle. Not a girl that he had been forced to love but a woman he chose for himself. Some part of him had been affected by the tale created here, had cracked open in him what he tried to keep sealed up. A real depression was pulling him under and though he disapproved of everything happening, would not allow himself killed by these so-called people, he couldn't help but think something like this was meant to happen.

He wanted to see her, still. Wanted to take a hold of her and plead on his knees for a chance to redeem himself. Only her forgiveness meant anything. For that, he would do what he had to live.

[ It had been a long time since Uriel had been legitimately overwhelmed with something. Often his calm outlook on life won out, allowing him to face all manners of situations with a clear head: Rome, Zurvan. He could distance himself from them, believe that all of what was happening was part of a greater plan. All obstacles could be surpassed, and he had thus lived through those.

But a mental asylum was not the same. It was something too real, something that hit far too close to home, that the longer he remained in that bare room, the more his chest ached. Lucia was in a place like this. She, too, was kept away, though not against her will, for her own safety. For the first time, he wondered: was this how she felt, trapped, confined? How lonely did she get, if at all? Upon his visits, she never spoke of emotions, only experiences. How she missed him, thought of him. Now, months too late, he wished he'd asked.

Never would he question God's plans, but sitting upon the floor, back pressed into the wall and notebook balanced on his lap, he silently prayed. For answers, for a why to explain how he, he who was loyal and faithful, was being forced to endure this of all things. It was too personal. Too painful. His heart, heavy in his chest, felt ready to implode on itself.

He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply.

Father, give me the strength of heart to see this through. ]

[She had woken and found her wardrobe changed. Not a big deal but enough to make her cautious. She's ventured out after changing into something bright orange with pearls (she loved throwing off others). But when she made a move to go out, she was asked "to where?". It gave her pause as she eyed her driver that she had known for a long driver before she told him exactly where: to the den.

Instead of agreeing, he laughed and told her that her father would kill him if he let the man's "little girl anywhere near that place". Never one to let her anger show or even be her first choice in emotional response, she asked when this had started.

Apparently it always had been in place. Knowing it was more logical to figure out things that force the issue, she retreated to one of the rooms after finding her journal to speak with those on the community.]

I don't even know where to begin except I know the clothes do not make up for the troubles this place causes.

[Filter: Horsemen]

How are all of you?

I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or insulted, but one of the guys visiting the office today for an appointment smacked my ass and called me 'sweetheart'. Then he blew cigarette smoke in my face and laughed. It took all my willpower to just bite my tongue and smile, but considering the looks I got playing catch with Reed earlier and my inability to find any jeans in my wardrobe I knew better.

The only good thing I've discovered about this so far is that I look amazeballs in this clothing. I've always been a fan of dressing like a girly-girl when I'm out and about, so I could get used to this. The nicknames and the misogyny... not so much.

In case anyone is hungry and wants to come hang out, I'm making pot roast for dinner tonight.

[filter; apollo]
Would it be alright if Reed and I paid you a visit soon? I miss yoHe's been asking about you.

As far as she knew then, her mortal and reincarnated children were well, none of her family were locked up and she wasn't in the worst position in the world. But it was her birthday, the first one without her husband. The last one, they had been in a hotel but they had come home and she had belatedly celebrated it. That wouldn't happen now.

For roughly fourteen years, she'd been with him, had gone through highs and lows. She thought she had had a handle on her pain, on being able to move forward. And maybe she had been doing better. But right there, in her living room (but not really), she could only think about what he would have planned for her, how he would had teased her, kissed her brow.

Losing people, having them wrenched away from, having no control over what happened was not something Angrboda would ever be able to manage well.

From another room, the twins would hear things of value shattering against the wall. They knew better than to check on her right then.

For the record, I look amazing as always. And this era isn't so bad - if you're a man. A man not stuck in the asylum, that is. Though, who knows what power balance lies in there.

[Filter: Sons]

Tell me you're not locked up in that big nut house. Because I have no idea how to even begin to get you out if that's the case.

Fuck this.

[She leaves her journal open for a while, pen resting on top of it. She's tired of this whole stupid cycle. Worse, she feels helpless and trapped, and that just makes her angrier. There isn't a thing that she can do about any of this.

She reaches for the journal with the brilliant idea of throwing it at the wall, but pauses. Maybe not such a good idea. The last thing she needs is for someone to take the journal away.]

So here's a philosophical question for all of you: what makes this life any less real than the life we think we were living in New York in 2012? Maybe this is real life. Maybe we're all just crazy.

I'm open to other theories.

[Filter: Charon]
As far as I can tell, I'm in some sort of psychiatric asylum. Are you all right?

AGAIN?! UGH! What is this? Also, these dresses are faaaabulous but the way people are treating me, is not. Look, people. I may have girl bits, but I will still set them on fire. I don't think they've realized that yet. Also, I was outside. I CAN USE MY OUTSIDE VOICE OUTSIDE! What is this shenanigans?

[Filter: Angels]
ROLL CALL! ARE WE ALL ALIVE?

I...was not expecting this. So what exactly is going on here? I'm pretty sure I've never disappeared into somewhere else. Is this a dream? Ow. No. Ow. Not a dream. I'd believe it was a dream if that was even likely but I think I ruled that out by pinching myself. Look. I've a family to look after. Is this going to last very long?

[Filter: Chang'e]
Are you alright?

Sigh.

So much for Turkey. It was really beautiful there, too. Now what?

[Filter: Persephone]
Where are you, darling? I seem to have misplaced you in the move...

[Filter: Aidan]
I remember...

[Filter: Greeks]
It took me a while, but this is Demeter. Tell me, who else is here? Are any of my siblings? A no to that questtion would be good

[Filter: Angrboda]

Someone wanted you to celebrate in style, cousin. Happy fucking Birthday anyway.