mythopoeics

Mine and Apollo's fairies ruined all of the electronics in the apartment. It put my cellphone in the garbage disposal and turned it on the first day it appeared. They started fires with our mail pile and paperwork, had food fights. Snapped the wires on Apollo's guitars -- I think he actually cried. Every time I tried to sleep mine would pull at my eyelids and kick my nose. I have tiny bruises! The only time I did actually get a full night of rest, I woke up with a chunk of facial hair missing and marker on my face.

It was like having a miniature War following me around constantly

It was a strange and invasive experience I'd like to never have again. But it certainly is good to have an open line of communication again so; Hello.

[FILTERED TO GABRIEL]
We're good, right? You and me? Are you alright?
[/Filtered]

I hate this time of year. I can't stand being cold. Anyway, at least it's busy for me. After a fairly sizable dry spell job wise, I've got quite a few coming up. My old man's work is throwing a fancy fundraiser and he actually seems to have decided that me being a musician isn't bad and got me hired. C'mon, god of music and medicine. Wish I could have swung towards medicine this time. Thrown the old guy a bone Masquerade themed. Gotta get a mask and a date

GABRIEL, I think we should throw a Halloween party. A Halloween extravaganza. A Halloween hoopla. I just really love Halloween guys. I don't know why. It just speaks to me. Plus the music is great and a blast to play. Much more fun than Christmas. So much easier to pretend to not be massively confused when you've got things to think about

[Gabriel was in a strange place. (Mentally.) He was legally bound to War. A Horseman of the Apocalypse whom he wasn't really supposed to have any sort of interaction with until the beginning of the end. But here they all were, in the same city and perfectly aware of on another. And yet somehow, God had allowed it all. As well as for them to be married in both Zurvan and the present. As an Archangel he should have corrected the issue right away, but between the memories of Zurvan and lack of answers from Father -- Gabriel was at a loss. And possibly swayed by emotion.

He sat in front of his laptop in the middle of the living room he shared with Apollo, staring at an empty entry post. His attachment to War was a fondness and desire for the Horseman to be more. And an unnaturally strong sense of protection which some would say unnecessary as well. Arguably they had a bond that the others wouldn't understand. At the end he was to present her with a sword to carry out her purpose -- the only to have direct interaction with a Horseman. But what of War after the seals were all opened? Gabriel didn't believe in their single pre-destined purpose. Paradise was vast, infinite, and surely there was more than enough room for them when all was said and done. If marriage improved the chances of War surviving the end, then it was all worth the risk of a fall, wasn't it? They were entitled to Paradise just as well, weren't they?

Gabe worried about what his brothers would think if he expressed some of his newly developed views. He should have spoken to War about everything. And to Euterpe regarding Reid. And then to War again about Euterpe and Reid. All the angel wanted to do was talk, but only to Him. And so he was left feeling hesitant and doubtful of reaching out to others. The archangel took in a deep breath and looked around the vacant apartment, wishing Apollo were home to throw a pillow at him and distract his mind from worries. His Greek roommate had his own concerns to deal with though. Closing his laptop he decided on getting out of the house before attempting to be social.

A run to the cathedral five blocks away to clear his mind was a good idea. Only going in and praying would likely bring up more unanswered questions for the archangel.]

[Filter: Archangels]

Is this thing on? I thought I'd see if anyone can read this.

Really not digging the responsibilities I seem to have taken upon myself since getting back from Zurvan. Especially not the part where I might need to take a time out from grad school and partying to focus more on being a motherfucking adult. Not cool, reality, not cool.

The only thing cheering me up right now is knowing Jersey Shore got cancelled. As Ice Cube would say --


[filter; apollo]
I know you want to see Reed, but before I bring him by I need to set a few ground rules, alright?

[filter; cù sìth]
Crazy question... what's your opinion on kids? How's my favorite basement stranger doing?

[filter; gabriel & merlin/visible to thalia]
How do I say this delicately... Anyone have any tips on how to entertain a seven year old?

[filter; private]
Note to self -- enroll Reed in elementary school, quit college to get a real job, and see if Jerry Springer has a show on how to deal with being my former son's sister.

THERE IS A FUCKING WINGED FUCKER OUT THERE WHO IS GOING TO DIE.


TWO FUCKERS ACTUALLY.

RUN, BITCH.

[ filter; all angels ]
We are being toyed with once again.

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
Despite the circumstances, I still consider you family.

[ filter; troilus & aeneas* ]
Where are the both of you?

[ filter; morgan ]
Tell me you're alright.

[ filter; death ]


[ ooc: he's not aware troilus is gone, sob ]

[Filter; Horsemen]

hey
fuck this

[Filter: Gabriel]

take the fucking day off.

Can I get a headcount of who hasn't seen me naked? No, 'terpe, don't ask that. People will think you're a sloot.

...awkward.

[filter; merlin]
So... You've seen me naked. You think I'm hot? Nice... house?

[filter; gabriel]
Um... we had a son played naked twister never need to speak of this again. It's cool.

[filter; apollo]
agmwekeb kidsawlfkgrkdf usgescatsv I have no idea what to say

[Filter: Family (siblings, in-laws, cousins, etc)]

Polyxena and I are very happy to announce that we will be parents within a few months. And, really, is there anything more than needs to be said?

Brothers of mine~ visit soon and adore your sister-in-law. Euterpe, tell Reed for me. ♥

[Filter: Private]

The war...is going to be a problem. This was too soon.

who in the fuck makes letter openers so sharp

unless this wasn't





GABRIEL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS KNIFE DOING HERE

[PRIVATE TO EUTERPE]
Euterpe. Dearest. Light of my life. I have to go to Niflheim for a day or so. Apparently there is a guy who has the part I need to fix that old piano in the attic. I will be home long before it's time to go to Camelot.

[PRIVATE TO DAPHNE]
I'm headed your way for a day.

[PRIVATE TO GABRIEL AND TROILUS]
I hope you idiots are well.

Sometimes I dream of retirement. But that's a dream that will never come until I'm dead.

[Filter: Family (in-laws included)]

There's a raccoon dog somewhere in the inn. The cook was sure she saw it stealing vegetables. I thought you should all know.


No, we many not keep it if found. In case that might be a question.

[Imagine her surprise this morning when the delivery came... for her. And imagine her surprise upon realizing how...pink it was. Frilly and pink and... proper. It was not a cheap dress either.

Only her siblings would think this amusing. War did crack a wry smile before returning to her usual rant-slash-rage self.]

[Filter: Gabriel]

Do not. fucking ask about the pink.

Just. Don't.

[Filter: Siblings]

If anyone ever sends me anything pink again, I will go to your home and feed it to you.

I know where you all live- DEATH.

[When she finally woke up, War felt uncomfortable and cranky. Lord, she was fucking cranky. The ceiling was too white, the sheets were too itchy and there too many tubes going into her mouth, her wrist- and the instinct was to shove them all out. So War did just that, to the alarm of the nurses - which had then ended up in the whole fiasco of having to be strapped to the bed. A week or so trapped in a chemical-induced calm had War so furious it was a miracle no one had been set on fire by the power of her will.

War waking up to flowers and a pair of hulk hands was never going to end well. It just couldn't end like that, even if the ghost of a smile crossed her expression. She's drowsy as fuck, but that had never stopped War before. Oh well.

Her wrists unstrapped, she yanked off the drip and reached over for the phone.]

[Filter: Gabriel]

you feathery fucking stalker

[Filter: Horsemen]


im awake now someone bring me something to fucking eat

[Filter: Gawain]

our parents are freaking the fuck out
tell them to calm down
or ill have to punch someone.

[Filter: CuSith]


rematch bitch

[Amidst Euterpe getting him out of the hospital prematurely, Gabriel had caught glimpse of War in one of the rooms on the same floor as his. It was about the only thing he managed to remember from his sedated haze -- and thankfully too since he had wanted to visit. Gabe still has family and Apollo to check up on but War was the closest in terms of travel. Before even reaching his destination he had been stopped by a few nurses who had recognized him. In fact from some of the cautious looks he got, Gabriel was willing to assume that quite a few recognized him from his brief stay. After talking with the nurses, reassuring them that he was making leaps and bounds in his recovery, and gladly lifting his shirt so they could check his bandages -- Gabriel was lead to the room where War was, just as her mortal parents were leaving.

After their interactions over the computer and initial meeting it was almost strange to see her so peaceful. Good, as he presumed the more out of it she was the less pain she was in, but Gabriel knew it was most likely not by her own volition. He could have waited, or given his gifts and further condolences to D to pass on -- but there was something about visiting the Horseman personally, given their first encounter, that seemed more appropriate and symmetrical.

At the beginning of the end he was to present her with a sword. But since it was neither he instead had a medium sized flower arrangement and a hastily wrapped pair of Hulk hands he set on the table next to her bed. Perhaps shopping while still on painkiller medication wasn't the best idea but at least he had enough sense to have decided against getting a bunch of 'get well' balloons for her. It was the thought that counted, and given he was partial to calling the tiny brunette Hulk -- it was fitting.

The archangel took the empty seat at her bedside and sat with her as long as he could; praying silently as he took her hand in his. He even spoke to her quietly --words of encouragement, gratitude that she had returned to their current time, and actual praise for her fight and the strength she had exhibited-- though she was hardly conscious and unreliably so. While holding her hand he could see the name on her ID bracelet and smiled to himself. Asya Crawford. The mystery was finally solved but he still preferred the nickname, or some variation of it. Gabriel stayed for well over an hour and until he heard her parents returning from lunch or wherever they had gone. Before departing, the archangel leaned down and pressed a lingering, innocently affectionate kiss to the Horseman's forehead.]

I have a new found dislike for extended hospital stays. I also hate jello. I may have thrown it at the nurse who told me I had to eat my dinner.

Don't throw when injured. It tugs on all the stitches on one's side. Really not advisable.

Edit, Filter: Charon
My dear - how are you faring?

Home. I hope the fire in my house in Rome didn't get put out and it caught fire Now that I'm home, I think I'm just going to bake and ignore my homework till Sunday.

[Filter: Gabriel and Samyaza]
WHERE ARE YOU?!

Okay...and calmly now. Where are you? Are you back? Are you whole? What's a girl got to do to get some information on her favorite winged boys? I have some severely backdated hugs to give. You guys made me cry. It's only right You don't even know...

[ filter; apollo ]
Why did you do it?
Why did you make us
Are you home yet?

[ filter; calliope ]
She didn't watch did she?

[ filter; angels ]
I'm sorry
Everyone alright and accounted for?

[ filter; war ]
Are you alright?

[ filter; public ]
Well this is new; I've never been a zombie before.

Apparently the hospital staff frowns upon patients trying to insistently check themselves out in a stupor. Needless to say I'm well rested now although my side and gut still feel as though they've been split open, and pretty sure I've eaten my weight in blue jello.

Lena I'm sorry for falling into that candy striper, and knocking over a gurney... and anything else any damages I may have caused the hospital. Thank you for having them sedate me

[filter; private]
Waking up next to Calliope was the start of a good day, but the longer this goes on the more I ache all over. I can still feel where Athena's sword got me in the side. There's no marks, but I know I got hurt. How am I supposed to go out tonight and have fun when I know I'm still hurting and no doctor will give me anything for the pain? I'll just keep faking like everything's fine, I'll keep any mentions of gladiator!me brief and general, and it should work, right? Right?

[filter; public]
It's really nice getting to wake up in my own bed, with messages on my voicemail about how I somehow have a date tonight with some guy named Trent. Here's hoping he's not a douchebag, since that's a total douchebag name. Guess whatever alterna-me was up to while real me was in a parallel dimension was pretty cool if it's getting me plans for Friday night.

Speaking of future plans, the Les Miserables movie trailer came out, and I am excite. Can it be December already? That looks amazing!

[It bothered Hector greatly that he woke up alive. Not because he'd wanted to be dead, quite the contrary, but it was unnatural. Though not entirely unheard of for the dead to return. Now, he was one of them.

He'd woken to a nurse tending to his bandages, and only after he'd left the room did he reach for the iPhone on the bedside table.]

I won't deny it is good to be alive. But I don't understand how.

[ filter; gladiators ]

Those who do not have previous experience wielding either a sword or spear - my name is Gabriel, look for me in the training yard and I will work with you to help as best I can. I will not let you go into this fearful and unprepared. Or doubting yourselves. For the rest; good luck, God bless you... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[ filter; calliope ]

I pray that neither of my opponents are your family - be it true or in this time? I simply would not be able to do that to you while you watch. And are you safe?

[ filter; angels ]

Should one of us fall

[ filter; public ]

I really wanted to see Battleship. First thing I'm going to do after sitting in church for a few hours praying when we get back is see that movie. With the largest popcorn and every sugary/sour gummie candy they have. What about everyone else?

Perhaps something to look forward to will help.

I will not kill my sister.

[FILTERED TO GABRIEL]
I'm glad you're my brother in this life.

This is kind of like shopping, only better.

[Filter: Gladiators she owns]

Hi darlings. ♥

Well, this is very much a good news/bad news situation. At least I still have my sister and Gabe and I are actual brothers instead of just "bros" but the three of us are gladiators. And Hyacinth..I still have yet to figure out how to see him. Apparently we have more siblings as well but thankfully they don't seem to be sharing our fate.

I miss my piano.

You know what?

Go fuck yourselves. Yeah, read that right. FUCK YOU.

Interested parties:

Big shock - I'm the messenger!

If there is a need to communicate with or deliver things to and from the gladiators, requests shall be entertained herein.

[filter; apollo, artemis, gabriel, leviathan] [ooc; she goes by the name 'lena' since she does not know who she is yet /o/]

I would like to get to know my current set of siblings. And so many of you there are~ It appears I am fated to be part of large broods.

[filter; hermione] [who shall henceforth be included in all filters pertaining to hera's progeny.]

My darling. Accompany your mother to the baths?

[filter; pat
[filter; drake]

Are you all right?

[filter; blackwells + chiara]

Is everyone safe? Are any of you - I can't even write it

I'm married to a man whose face I can't place. But I also have a child, and she's beautiful. She has my husband's eyes.

It appears I'm a gladiator as well. I have a wife.

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.

I want to say I just got super drunk, but I know that's not true cause I didn't even have any alcohol but I don't know why I am where I am!

Eddie? Eddie, where are you? I need you, please

[Once, it had been easy to look his sister in the face. But after having faced her during that week knowing that it wasn't her, that it was all a fantasy of an ideal world in which she was back to her former sweet self, it was hard to even glance at the framed pictures lining his shelves. It seemed impossible to admit there was nothing to do for her, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn't believed it for years.

Lucia would never be the same, and there was nothing Uriel could do. His fingers itched for a cigarette, but instead of giving into the craving, he tossed the whole packet into the trash.]

[filter; private]
If ever I needed you more, it's now, Father.

[filter; archangels]
I feel as though in these difficult times, we should come together more often. If you would all like, I could arrange a dinner at my apartment. If you don't mind the presence of my greyhound.

[filter; diva & eve]
How have you been doing?

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT REQUEST!! I NEED ALL THE ANGEL DUDES! ANGELS AND PEOPLE WHO KNOW MY BROTHER (ED D'ORSAY FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE) TO TALK TO ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOURSELVES! Coooome to meeee! I require your friendship (except Gabe, cause I already stole his friendship)! And all embarrassing information you have on my brother. Please and thank you!!

Alsoooo! I found this when I was browsing through stuff today and it made me laugh.

The best musical moment in cartoon history. However, don't watch if you're afraid of clowns. I really need a gig or something to get me out of this apartment. Right now, I think I'd even take a semi-regular job. I should not have had enough time on my hands to actually seriously contemplate which video to choose.

I'm Jake. Some of you may know me as Apollo. Lazy ass musician and roommate to Gabe.

Homework homework homework...SURPRISE E-MAIL! These are the events that led up to me ending up here. Umm...so where is here and who is here?

I wonder if Ed would like that I just got this e-mail and came here without mentioning it. I should care about this Oh well!

OH! I'm Léonore. Soooo....hello!

[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.

This made me laugh sososo much. I plugged in my name and he sang it back to me, but obviously it doesn't work with my real name. I think they have a database of popular names? I tried Diego's name and it didn't work. SADFACEEE.

I have no idea what they're sorry for, but lshsljsl

Cinco de Mayo tomorrow! I am excite. ♥

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya..

Actually it's Nate. Though some know me as Gabriel. I'm a Leo; I like average walks through the city, traveling, talking for hours on end, and I will eat anything you put in front of me that has an unhealthy amount of sugar. So what's the buzz, tell me what's happening?

Who do I know, who don't I know, who should I know? Talk to me, Goose!