mythopoeics

I've decided that I simply cannot stand Starbucks. Their coffee is overpriced, their clientele primarily hipsters or wannabe-Eurotrash, and their baked goods sub-par. So why do I find myself going there damn near daily?

Some bloody moron broke my coffee maker and I haven't had time to get a new one. Bet you can't guess what I'll be doing this weekend.

[ Not for the first time in the weeks since returning from Zurvan, Igraine wondered if ignorance, in the end, was for the best. If it really was bliss. How might have things turned out, had she not remembered herself as Igraine, and learned her brother was Merlin? Would she have been happier not knowing? Without a doubt. Knowledge was power, but it was also pain.

And now, he wanted to continue calling her 'sis'. He was a troll to the very core, so was he just playing her, making her angry on purpose? She didn't know fury as others did, but the irritation bubbled up inside of her, desperate to be released. It didn't help that he was Theseus' son. He would remain in her life as her former step-son, the half-brother to her little girl. Ignoring him was not the way out.

But what was? ]

[ filter; children ]
Girls, what are your schedules like this week?

[ filter; elaine ]
Come over tomorrow. We need to talk, because I'm not doing this shit online.

[ filter; family ]
Just checking in.

[ filter; mordred ]
Busy tonight?

It's wet and kind of blah out. And I really want pizza tonight but pizza alone is a little depressing.

MORGAN, WHERE ARE YOU?

[Filter: Private]

Ask about Ch
Well, does he want to you ask? And what are you going to do, Elaine? Just be his mother? Like he probably won't be confused enough by some strange lady in his life.

SOMEONE, QUICK, DROP THE ANSWER IN MY LAP.

[Filter: Agravaine]

Don't be an ass but I want to ask you your opinion. Because I'm trying not to screw this up.

[Filter: Aeneas]

I NEED A WISE MAN IN MY LIFE. HELP.

[ filter; gabija & mordred ]
It occurred to me I never told you my mortal name. It's Carmine. Whether or not I'm in uniform if we meet, Carmine is more socially acceptable than Uriel. I'd also like to ask you a favor: please do not divulge my real name publicly. I don't plan to make my presence as an angel known.

[ filter; diva ]
I'm visiting Lucia tomorrow at 1, if you and Mark would like to come. I know it's last minute.

[ filter; horsemen ]
I am aware of our arrangement in Zurvan, but it no longer is our reality. We co-exist and share this earth together, but it isn't in our nature to mingle or procreate. However, should you have need of me, I will do what's in my power to help you. You know what I'll allow, and what He allows of His angels.

I keep reading about how things have changed for people since returning from our little excursion, and I find myself thinking that I must have somehow gotten lucky as not much is different for me. So, I know a few more people, but it remains to be seen as to whether that's a bad thing or not. Otherwise, life has gone on as per normal for me.

Am I alone in this?

brb Hawaii. If anything drags us back, I'll be very displeased.

[ The last time this had happened, Morgan had immediately searched for comfort in her own home. This time, it was different. To wake up meant living behind something. The comfort of a home which had been hers, a man she felt close to, another sister by the name of the one she still missed. To come back to NYC was bittersweet. And she wasn't sure what to feel ]

I guess. It's back to normal on this side. Everyone okay, no harm done, nothing to deal with?

And while we're on the questions who doesn't mind for me to stick around for a whole afternoon? I might need someone to help me figure out something. Nothing. Ah, I might need either ice cream or alcohol. Both? Mixed.

Home sweet awkward home. SAMYAZA! I woke up to the sounds of crying only to fall right out of my bed...and realize that I'm in my house in New York again, which left me a little confused...because I didn't LEAVE with any small children that are young enough to cry. LONG STORY SHORT, I HAVE NEW SIBLINGS THAT I AM PRETTY SURE I DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE BUT I HAVE APPARENTLY HAD FOR A WHILE AND IF YOU CAN GUESS THEIR NAMES, I'LL GIVE YOU...umm...A GOLD STAR!

FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS! On that note, I'm raiding the wine. I think I both need and deserve it.

For the record, if and when we go back, I'm going to have a lot of pizza. I miss New Yorker pizza. And New York cheesecake. And Nathan's Famous hot dogs. And bagels.

Oh hell, I'm starving again.

[Filter: Agravaine]

I don't know what you're doing or where you are or very much else like if you are even alive. But if and when this ridiculous war ends, you can come it's fine if you I don't care if the childr I give you permission to come back and stay here for however long you like. I won't be a horrible person about it even if you're a horrible person about everything. Although you used to be better so I imagine you have a soul somewhere. Or maybe you just strangled it and left it to die somewhere when you knew who you were.

I suppose if you are reading this that it would be nice for Mordred and the rest of your family if you also don't die. So don't. They'd appreciate that, I'm sure. So be considerate of someone for once.

[ 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; private ]
My brother? Of all the

[ filter; family ]
Girls, where are you?

Just me or everyone seems a bit on edge? No, not an impression.

Good season to travel? Yes, no, maybe? And I'm not adding this as an excuse to go serve with the army as a healer. With my luck, they'd think I could do more than shoot myself in the foot and give me a gun.

[Uriel had been in an off mood all day, and coming home to Death, he'd been drained beyond measure. Earlier that morning, a patient had died on his table, having bled for profusely that it would've been impossible to save her. Her name had been Elizabeth -- a rather pretty name, he thought later -- and he'd been the one to contact her family.

And so he came home to his wife with hands so clean, it was as if he hadn't dealt with death mere hours ago. The death of a patient was never easy. But Uriel knew better than to take it personally. If the Maker took, then there was nothing he could do, yet still it bothered him so. Not enough to speak about it, but enough to allow his mood to suffer for it.

Still awake and unable to sleep, he would consult his journal for a second opinion.]

[filtered away from death, in-laws, and all family]
How is one meant to deal with the death of a patient?

Someone will need to remind me why it is I tolerate dogs. How is it that children are easier to manage?

#RIPBoxing

I'm unsure if I'd like that trip to Rome now. I've experienced enough of its past. And seeing the Coliseum would bring back memories.

[filter; her girls]
Let us do dinner one of these days. Out or in -- your choice.

It's a little disheartening to realize how much I've missed normalcy.

[filter; family]
Are we all safely home, now?

[filter; galahad]
...how are you?

[filter; gwynevere]
I know this might seem strange, but I'm sorry.

[Filter: TRUE children & siblings]

Tell me what is going on with all of you. I need the distraction after learning Merlin is my child in this place. Needless to say, I will kill him if he gets close enough.

[Filter: Mother]

Are you alright?

Never ever in a million years let me make jokes about getting pregnant.

Because there's a kid next to my bed sleeping. It He has my eyes. Really. Blue and wide. And did I mention there's a man on my bed? Naked, by the way. Is anyone noticing I'm currently freaking out? No? Someone give me back my days as Second.

[Filter: Private]

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Hm. After what happened...

[Filter: Bianca]

What would you like to do tomorrow?

[Filter: Public]

I never see this much worry over Father's Day. It's always over Mother's Day.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all. I'm just more or less amused at the anxiety, fear and/or love combined before the big day.

[Filter: Aidan]
How do you know the man with the family post When you said 'reincarnations'-
Hi.

Are you too busy for a walk sometime this weekend? Maybe? Please Please? Now would be even better

[Filter: Public]
Mother's Day is coming up. I'm trying to decide which hanging plant would look the best at our home. Though, I suppose I really should get her something else outside of plants. I'm still working out what. Is anyone a magical gift giver? I'll pay you in cookies for your help! Or something else if you have a baked goods preference.

I miss the farm I feel vaguely drawn to be outside all the time. I'm a little restless when I'm not

[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?

[Filter: Galahad]

Could I see you one of these days? If and when you have time? No pressure. I just thought, perhaps, it might be nice. To talk once in a while.

Entirely up to you. It's fine if you are busy, really.

[Filter: Public]

I reaaaally want to go dancing. Someone please make plans with me!

AENEAS, THIS MEANS YOU, TOO.

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!

Weeks like these make me glad I put a cot in the back of the pub.

[filter; private]
It was swell for the first few days but I can't fool myself into thinking any of that is real.

[There had been no words when Igraine had discovered both Gorlois and Uther in her home. Both of them. Not only them, but her children as well in pint-sized forms. She had never been able to see Arthur as a toddler, and so the effect it had on her was immediate. While she'd been able to raise her girls, Arthur had been taken away from her.

On day two, things had only worsened. Gorlois was not angry with her. Uther was apologetic. It was what she wanted, what she'd craved for, but -- how to proceed? She needed to speak with someone.]

[filter; children]
Your fathers are in my home. As are all of you as children.

I'm pregnant.






I'm kidding, darlings. But who of you had the beginnings of a heart attack and who thought 'oh that poor unborn child'? I always like to know what to count with.

Sorry for the disappearence act. Then again, we need to use phones far more.

What did I miss?

[filter; children]
If any of you can see this, I was told three of my children were here. Arthur, my girls. Are Gorlois and Uther here as well?

[She'd been walking home alone, something Uriel never encouraged, when she'd broken down. Shattered. After being approached in an alleyway for a light, she'd simply unraveled in a series in screams until the ambulance had come to bring her to safety. Uriel had been called in to find his sister strapped down by her wrists to a bed, a sight he wished he hadn't had to witness.

But he would never question God's plan for his sister. Not now, not ever.]

[filter; nanna, morgan & aeneas]
Lucia is in the hospital. She's unharmed, but unstable. I can be reached on my cell while I'm with her.

Theories:

This is a community for-
a. roleplaying/fanfiction/otherkins
b. some other fandom thing
c. personal ads for New Yorkers
d. alien/government conspiracy theories
e. a social experiment
f. I've lost my mind/have been drugged/drank too much

If-
a. Reportedly not.  But just in case: not interested, but keep on keeping on.
b. What series is this?
c. I have a couch that my roommate wants rid of because apparently it doesn't match the new coffee table. 
d. Freaky.
e. Also freaky.  (unsure if more, less, or similar amounts of)
f. Seems likely.
all of the above. Oh.
none of the above. Hello, my name is Donovan. 

[Memory was a powerful thing.

Despite using copious amounts of alcohol to attempt to forget, the past two months were wearing on Mordred far more than he felt anyone had any right to know. Between knowing he shagged his half-brother to falling in love with Iseult, planning children and a future with her, fighting alongside Percival and Tristan, and finally down to being killed by Deiphobus, there were far too many things that even an orderly mind like his couldn't reconcile.

Daytime was filled with phantom pains from where a sword ran him through and nighttime was filled with fevered remembrances of a blonde-haired goddess among women writhing under his skillful touch - with thoughts like that plaguing his brain it was no wonder Mordred was imposing a willful insomnia on himself that was doing nothing to improve his attitude. Thoughts of what had and what could have been made him more irritable and surly than usual. Had he truly fell in love with his brothers' little piece on the side? Craved children and stability? These were questions he refused to entertain except in those moments of weakness he wished he never had.

There were very few people he hadn't snarled at in his more drunken moments, to the point where his mother had (politely, oh so politely) asked him to take his leave. The first thing he did upon making it home was to boot up his computer and stare at the screen. What to write...?]

Rumours of my demise... None of tha...

I believe there are a few people inquiring as to my whereabouts?

It's very interesting coming back to messages on my phone regarding interviews I only vaguely remember having. Has anyone else had this problem?

[filter; mordred]
We shagged, didn't we?

[In Mictlan, Hermes had once cut the back of his hand with a letter opener. He'd been attending to his duties when a rather boisterous faction member hurtled through his door and startled him. A letter was being opened, and a hand grew clumsy. The event had left a rather peculiarly shaped scar, which, when commented upon by another, prompted Hermes to teasingly refer to the 'occupational hazards' of being a diplomat.

His funny scar was gone. It didn't take long for him to realize what that implied.]

[Filter: Zeus]
Told you so.

[Filter: Morgan]
Ahem.

[Filter: Cassandra]
You good?

[Filter: Public]
Well, wasn't that an adventure? ♥ Here's to hoping my siblings (and the rest of my family, for that matter) won't be strangers now that we aren't stuck in a parallel dimension. Yes, Andi, Ma'at, Kokabiel, Baldr, everyone in our gigantic clan, that goes for you too.

( there were worse homecomings to be had )

I don't know who to - I shall start from the beginning.

Lady Morgause, King Arthur. Mordred is dead. I am so sorry.

He - we were married. I remember it so it must be real. I don't think either of us particularly wanted to marry the other but it was working. Oh, it was working and we were happy.

He died in Ilium. He was fighting with the rebels. He - I heard that he died at the hand of the Queen's Consort. I don't know if that's true. But I'm so sorry for your loss. Would you believe that it is my loss, too?

Agravaine, I'm so sorry about your brother. He was so good to me.

( my god, this course is harder than we thought we had learned enough ways to love )
[filter; arthurians]

Oh god oh god oh god oh god- I trust everyone is safe?

[filter; polyxena]

I am so sorry, Princess. I did not know myself but it is no excuse.

[filter; public]

Another game.

And returning to our previous programming. Anyone has a map back to New York or a plane? If so, share. I might have had my share of medieval conditions. The lack of hygiene is a killer. So is hearing the word princess before my name. Every single damned time.

I'm never asking 'what else' again. Ever.

Morgause. Wave your presence, please. And Arthur, we need a word. I have to pull your ear for a few hours.

[Filter: Family (Zurvan, NYC, original)]

Ahhh, it is so delightful to be myself. How do my beloveds fare~?

[Filter: Mictlan Top Ranks]

Countrymen, I realize I am the odd one out amongst us. Still, we live in the same castle and so begs the question - how are we, and what are we to do about Camlann? Or are we going to drop the Mictlan thing entirely on account of its being false?

added after speaking with Artemis [Filter: Zeus]

We're going to see you in the Big Apple, pops. They can't keep us here for much longer.

( but never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious, who just confessed to treason )

[filter; all angels]
Brothers, are you all safe?

[filter; public]
It seems we've once again been tested.

[Agravaine would've been perfectly fine without the memories that had hit him like bricks. But when the apartment, the job, and the family all came flashing back to him, he needed a sit down. With the king's poisoning, did he need this? Really?]

[filter; pheme]
My niece?

[filter; svargan right-hand & diplomat ]
I can't explain what's going on. The king? I can't believe I'm

edit: [filter; family]
What the fuck? Where are you all?

( we learned new games under the covers; how to laugh and how to grieve )

[filter; morgan, lancelot, hermes]

(scrawled, and blotted, and not at all like Arthur's usual steady handwriting)

We have a problem.

[ filter; private ]

I don't like this. I really don't like this. And I may have a brother complex the size of Mictlan but anyone would get this marriage is as loveless as a business meeting. God, I have a fool for a brother. I have the choice to say no and he doesn't give himself the same right?

Mother dearest, you raised fools.

[ / ]

Everything tidy, dusted, ready and put to use. I swear this Palace has never seemed so spotless.

And here's to everything going on without a hitch.

Nice time to pretend being an optimist.

[He didn't think he could stay and watch her marry his king. No. No, he couldn't. Not even if Morgan was at his side as reassurance. Not even if he was drunk. Not even if he closed his eyes. He had to get away as soon as possible. At least long enough to be sure when he returned that no one would be talking about the bloody affair.]

[Filter: Polyxena]

I can't stand you

[Filter: General of Mictlan]

If you don't mind, I'd appreciate some time off after the weddings are over with, perhaps even the day of. I'd like to travel to Ilium to see my family.

Personal reasons.

[Filter: Morgan]

Who is the bigger fool? The one who couldn't fight for a good thing and let herself get roped into some political marriage or the one who has said nothing while knowing they can't stand the idea of marriage between his ex and your brother?

[A week had passed since Arthur's arrival in Camlann with Lancelot. And now it was her turn, with Polyxena, to go to spend time with them in Mictlan. If all went well as everyone hoped, she would be married the nineteenth.

Elaine was doing her damned best to pack and not have a panic attack. She was not ready for this, even as bride at her age. Lancelot was wonderful, so terribly wonderful but wasn't ready. When would she ever be?]

Camlannian sunsets are so inspiring, I think. And I won't see one again for a long time. I hope Mictlan's sunsets and sunrises are as beautiful if not more.

I'll soon know!

[Filter: Polyxena]

How ready are you for tomorrow? For the rest of our lives

[Filter: Hector]

HECTOR.
HECTOR.
YOU CAN HEAR ME THROUGH PAPER. I KNOW IT.
BROTHER OF MINE, I KNOW YOU CAN TELL WHEN I NEED Y

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I have doggie drool all over my left hand ewww Olivier

[Filter: Aeneas]
[Filter: Aeneas]

I'm leaving tomorrow.

When someone you love has been gone for so long, it's only natural to never want them to leave, yes? Especially when only a younger man keeps him in Ilium

Ladies of Mictlan. No. Ladies of the world.

What is your ideal man? Not what you have and don't give me names but, in words, paint me a picture. Dark-haired, fair-haired - red-haired (the gingers, oh the gingers!) - well-tanned, scruffy, clean-shaven? Light-eyed, dark-eyed, tall, average height, slender, muscular, sensitive, arrogant, as stubborn as a mule, blah blah blah. Fill it in yourselves, lovelies. Could you be swayed to consider another type? Are you very firm on what you want?

Don't start with the questions, just give me answers. Just my ex-wife will be allowed to question me. In private. While straddling my knee. And only then may she question me.

HONEYBUNMUFFINSWEETDESSERTTHING, DON'T LET THE KIDS READ THIS!

It was a good morning for a hunt. But before I found my game, I found an abandoned wolf pup. The runt of the litter by the looks of it. She is weak with hunger and it looks like something ran off with one of her ears. I have a mind to put her down, but we will see how she fares after she's fed and rested. She might make a good companion if she can be trained.

[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?

[ filter; raven private ]
How do I say it? How am I


I

I

I can't even write it

[ filter; morgan ]
My lady, I know we haven't talked very much at court, but can I

can I ask you something? I have no one else to ask.