mythopoeics

[Filter: Charon]
Are we going on this wild goose chase?

( Dragon tales and the 'water is wide'/Pirate's sail and lost boys fly/Fish bite moonbeams every night/And I love you... )

Hypnos and I got the baby checked out, and everything looks good. We've named her Dani Somna Iverson, and if all goes well she'll have the same curly dark hair as her father.

Freyja, Igraine, Mary -- thank you all again, if there's ever anything I can do for you please let me know. I love baking, so if there's any treats you like I'd love to make you something.

[When she suddenly found herself separated from Hypnos and in strange circumstances yet again, Pasithea did her best to remain calm. The room she'd found herself in seemed safe for the time being, although that quickly proved false when she started reading reports of dinosaurs in the area. Though she couldn't hear or see them, she knew that if she encountered one she'd be in a bad way. Her pregnancy had progressed to the point where she knew she could go into labor any day now, and these were not ideal circumstances.

Still, that didn't stop nature from taking its course.

She'd managed to make her way to the apartment building that up until recently had been designated a safe zone, and was preparing to get word to Hypnos when she felt the first contraction. Pasithea knew that so long as they weren't coming at least four minutes apart the baby would be fine, so she forced herself to take deep breaths as she turned on the computer. When the machine finally started up, she felt something wet soaking through her pajama pants.

This wasn't good.]

I'm not sure if anyone can help me, but my water just broke. I'm in the apartments [here]. Hypnos, if you're out there, I love you, and I'll do everything I can to keep our baby girl safe.

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?

You cannot win.

You cannot win.

You cannot win.

yOU cAnNot wIn

You cannot win.


yOU cAnNot wIn

pRay WiLL nOt sAVe yOu NOw.

I've become a father! It took me awhile to tell people, because I wanted to make sure if it was a boy or girl. After a very long stare, I've decided it's a he. His name is Bob. And he's a chip off the old block. Last night, he painted a masterpiece on my wall. It's abstract. Very creative use of white space. I'm so proud of him.

I invite everyone to come over to see his work.

Has anyone tried to see what happens if you trap it?

I was at the Farmer's Market today, one of the last ones of the year I'm sure, and I was thinking about how lovely it would be to have a dinner party. Then I realized that I don't know many people here anymore because of all the different situations we've all had to deal with, and that made me a bit sad.

I'd still like to have a dinner party or even a potluck gathering of some sort, and since I need to widen my social circle a bit I figure I'd extend the offer to anyone interested. For those who don't know, my given name is Genevieve Jones, but I was better known as Eve, and it would be my pleasure to make the acquaintance of most anyone interested in getting to know and enjoying some delightful food with me.

If you're interested, let me know when would be best for you. Also, if you have any dietary restrictions it would be good for me to be aware of those as well, just in case.

It's Fall, and I've only taken my boat out once since we got back from... yeah. Thinking of making a trip, if anyone's brave enough to want to try it with me I can fit up to six people including myself semi-comfortably. All I ask is that you know how to swim, not get seasick, and know how to pack for the potential wind chill factor. Otherwise, I've been told I'm a good captain, and I've yet to lose anyone on one of my trips so that might be a plus. Oh, and you have to like dogs, since Hnf is always my co-pilot.

[ filter; family ]
I think Mary and I are dating. How do I not fuck this up?

[ Zephyrus is just sitting on a couch looking slightly uncomfortable. ]

I'll be honest with you all, I'm not a blogger, and I don't even really use a phone that much, so sorry if I sound awkward. I know I do... Unfortunately this is the best way to introduce yourself I guess. I'm... Zephyrus [ Even knowing the circumstances, or at least hearing about the circumstances, that brought all of them together it's still weird to introduce himself with his true name. ] I'd really appreciate it if you called me Wren, or I guess Zeph if you have to.

That's about-- [ He's about to end this awkward video but remembers something. ]

Our free Saturday at the botanical gardens here in the city is coming up so if you haven't been before it comes highly recommended. [ Free Weekend? Worst idea in the world. ] I work there, and that's why I'm telling you all. I have a couple of gardens, so you might even see me.

[ With that he abruptly, abruptly, cuts the feed. ]

Girls, girls, girls...

I don't know about the rest of the male population, but I don't like it when you glob all that eyeliner on. I want to see your eyes, not a black hole. And don't try too hard. Because it looks like you're desperate. When you're in your early 20s, you don't need to be desperate.

I'm saying this, because my friend made me go out this Friday night to a club where we were meeting two girls. One of them had the caked on makeup, the 'I'm going to shove my boobs in your face' shirt, and was constantly hanging off my friend. The other? I didn't even know she had makeup on until I caught her in the right light, her clothes were simple yet sexy, and she held her own.

I've already called her back. Meanwhile, my friend hasn't even touched his phone.

I keep thinking things like, Why bother renewing my lease when I don't know if I'll be in New York City or some crazy parallel universe a year from now? I suppose I should be grateful that it hasn't turned into, Why bother going to work?

Is anyone else having trouble with this long-term planning thing?

[ filter; private ]
Note to self:

- Buy chow for Gin and Tama.
- Buy litter. Take cab.
- Throw out cactus. Buy new one.
- Plot to throw Karen in front of bus.
- Stock up on udon and vodka.
- Buy 'thank you' gift for boss. Undecided.
- Clean?


[ filter; public ]
Vodka -- better with orange juice, tonic, or Cola? There is a right and wrong answer here. Choose wisely.

I don't know what to say. At least my dog was still in good health. And I still have my job.

[Mary.]
You wanna go for a walk sometime?

I would say that his is weird, but unfortunately it's really not.

[filter: hemera]
You okay? Charon and I are married again, which is strangely normal. Let us know if you need anything.

[filter: charon]
I think I've said this before, but repeating is okay: this changes nothing for me. Meet you in the park later?

( [cut to save your friends page] )

[ooc; yes, Pheme glued glitter to the page. deal with it.]

So those soldiers that girl was talking about... I don't like this Samyaza, if we die, I swear-

I need to find indoors activities for the children. Unless I can see them every second when I'm outside Coloring has apparently lost its appeal. I don't know if I trust them with paint, though. Knowing them, it'll end up all over them, the floor, the walls, and me. Fiammetta doesn't quite understand hide and seek. Perhaps blocks.

A question: if the loss of one life stops the loss of a great many lives, does that make the first death acceptable?

Obviously there are no right answers, but I'm interested to hear what all of you think, and more importantly why. I'm not even sure where I stand.

[filtered away from siblings & in-laws]
What's the point in getting married?

It seems like there are always whispers of discontent, but right now they seem louder than ever. I just want to remind everyone that it's often better to stop and take a breath and think things through before you do something completely rash.

And now I am going to take my children to the park.

[Filter: Charon]
Do you want to meet up with us when you're done with work?

Does anyone know any good bedtime stories??

[Filter: Hades]
You must be busy.

Why is it when I finally get the all-clear the weather is cloudy? Still going boating though, if anyone wants to come with.

[ 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

As soon as I get the all clear I'm going boating.

[filter; mary]
You wanna come with?

[She'd watched the whole thing. Lifetimes ago, on the worst day of any of her lives, she'd watched another man die. That had taken hours and hours. Hours huddled at the bottom of the cross with the other women in that horrible darkness. She hadn't looked away then.
( and he that hath seen hath borne witness )

((OOC: Backdated to the 25th.))

[Filter: Charon]
I'm going to try to come see you tonight, if that's okay?

[Filter: Hemera]
My husband has some sort of private box thing, which is where I'll be watching from. If you want, you're welcome to join me. Strength in numbers, right?

[Filter: Hermes]
If I want to see one of the gladiators, what do I have to do?

((OOC: Dated afternoon of May 24 but posted now because time zones.))

Why?

[Filter: Matilda]
Um, hi. I don't know you, but I know your brother here?. Can we talk?

[Filter: Charon]
Guess who my husband is.

This is oddly familiar. Except that apparently I'm a Roman now. And rich. Stupid Romans.

I'd forgotten. Or, not forgotten, but let other things get in the way, which makes the everything else fade. I know none of that was real and I guess I should be sad, but I'm not. It was a good reminder. I'd say I won't forget again, but I probably will. It's what we do as humans. Nevertheless, for now I remember.

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

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

[She'd woken up in her own bed, which was nice. Relatively speaking. She was sharing the bed with several tree branches, which was less nice.

A glance at her clock told her it was Sunday. Easter. The whole Friday to Sunday thing wasn't lost on her, but it didn't exactly lighten her mood. At least she'd been out of it through much of Friday and all of Saturday, giving her a little less time to brood. Not that there'd been much time for brooding in the maze anyway, but now it was back full-force.

It was stupid, really. These were just arbitrary days picked out by a church that she didn't really believe in. What she did believe in was the image of a man nailed up on a cross and left to die. She'd seen him after that. She knew he was alive. But that didn't change how awful it had been and she really didn't appreciate a holiday reminding her of that. Or reminding her about how much of her life she had yet to figure out.

At least she'd planned ahead and gotten Sunday off. Monday would have been nice too, but you can't have everything you wish for. So Monday she went to work and smiled and pretended that her life wasn't a complete mess because of things that happened two thousand years ago.

It was exhausting.]

The problem is that now even being normal feels strange. And I guess the real purpose for living doesn't change no matter where you are or what's happening around you, but that doesn't really make this easier.

Anyway, I'm glad to see that everyone seems okay despite our latest adventure.

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.

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.

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.

I'm making it a point to run over the next asshole that walks out in front of my car because they were too fucking distracted by their cellphones to watch where they're going.

It's not my job to look out for your dumb ass.

On that note. Hi. I'm Jason. I might be making hood ornaments out of half the population of the entire Lower East Side. Just so you know.

Well. I have my computer back and that's a good thing. I also have dad calling, which I don't need. And I got an internship out of the blue? I don't know what my pod-self did but might have been good were professional prospects are concerned.

Ah. Hm.

It'd be nice to keep touch with people from Zurvan. Just saying.

[Filter: Hemera]

Are you all right?

[Filter: Charon]

This We should

This doesn't change anything for me, but I guess we should talk about things?

[Public]

Aaand here we go again. Anyone have any good theories?

[Mary had, of course, wanted to go with Charon to find Hemera, but his logic had made sense, and so ultimately she'd stayed behind, closing and locking the door behind him and turning to face a house that--quite suddenly--seemed very, very empty.

She took a breath and squared her shoulders. If she'd been one to pray, now would probably have been the time, but she wasn't that sort of person. Instead, she did the closest thing she had to praying:]

To everyone in Ilium: be safe. Please, please look after yourselves.

Was that blood?

Some days, I get why brother's overprotective.

Ilium's too quiet. I guess since everywhere has been getting all the parties, I wouldn't mind seeing something nice around here. Change of pace and everything.

But how can I-

There's NO SUCH thing

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

I rather not do this publicly...

You Know Who You Are (and everyone else please disregard):

Was the smiley face really necessary?

Unless I was robbed by 5-year-old girls, I can only assume that you know just as well as I that faerie wings do not exist even though I spent all of last night and today trying to find them anyway.  So the purpose of asking for such nonsense and knowing that I will inevitably fail eludes me, but I can only guess that you wish me desperate to appease you.  Fine, you won. 

The lamb that you took was hardly my most valuable, and with an injured leg I doubt she is much use to you at all.   I'd offer you money or any of my belongings in exchange for her return, but I suspect if that's what you wished for you would have asked for it in the first place.

So the only conclusion I can come to that prompted this is that I affronted you in some way I am unaware, and for that I am apologetic for the misunderstanding.  I hope you burn.

Please make a more realistic request so I do not have to face you empty-handed.

[She is never vulgar enough to show her truest of thoughts in public. Never the sort of run her hands over the throne and not foolish enough to accidentally say the wrong thing. Or even to feign disinterest or behave as if she hadn't a thought in her head. That is equally damaging. Balance could give someone the right cover.

Morgause is effortlessly cool, minding herself with her own duties as a faction member, as aunt to the king. The silent, secret plans are not meant to obvious indicate herself or Galahad. They are meant to be fate. It wouldn't be hard at all. Heimdall now has a bride who had come in and created some displeasure. A bride from the region where his father's murderer came from supposedly.

But no one can read her mind. And in the middle of the night, she can see her son on the throne, creating a Glastheim that would surpass all regions. Even the present Glastheim. Her perfect child.]

[Filter: Galahad]

Tell me what you would have done differently. If it had been your father.

[Filter: Public]

When I was younger and unmarried, someone once came to me as asked me which of my senses I could afford to lose and which I could not. I was shocked then, considering my station and such boldness. But I suppose the question was meant to provoke thought opposed to surprise. It was a good question.

Which of your sense can you afford to lose? And which can you not?

I want to travel. Where is appealing at this time of year?

[filter; sisters]

What news of the boy king? Is he coming to claim our Polyxena? Shall we welcome him into our fold?

Who does one have to kill for entertainment?

For the record, a wedding is never entertainment nor should any of you ever mistake it for one. You may as well cover your nether regions with fire ants if you think weddings are amusing. The same can be said about the birth of a child. One must wait a sufficient amount of time to see if the child will be of use or possess good sense. Sometimes, you know early on. And that is fortunate.

( [Filter: Private] (warning: cut for sensitive material) )

I swear, if someone tramples through my garden one more time...

Well, I haven't come up with a suitable punishment yet, but I'm sure I'll think of something. It's not like I keep the garden for fun, you know.

Thanks and all, but I'll pass.

I don't much care for holidays, but I'm thankful that the people I care for are all here and safe. Let's hope this lasts through the end of the year.

Though we're pretty much stuck here, building pillow fortresses and making out in the office, let's not be entirely put out, eh?

I'm just going to go ahead and ram Christmas spirit right up your faces. Say 'Merry Christmas', or whatever equivalent, in as many languages as possible. Top of your head, people. No Googling.

I'd go ahead, but that'd be more languages for everyone else, right? No fun in that.

Bring your worst!

A year ago, I was having some vivid dreams about Jesus's crucifixion. Now? Now I'm having visions about being a seven-year-old girl with a really bad cough calling for her mother in Russian.

Interesting.

Like other people have said, though, the lack of killer ghosts is a distinct plus.

The holidays are always a crazy time of year, this year no exception. I volunteered to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, driving people to church if they want to go and spending the day with the families. Which also means I get New Year's off. Really, I'd probably work New Year's too, if there was no one else. We have so many families right now and this is a really tough time of the year to be between homes.

Anyway, it sounds like people have much more exciting plans than mine. Happy holidays, everyone! Here's hoping they're quiet...