Jocasta, Ἰοκάστη (theoriginalmilf) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-07-25 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | melpomene, oedipus |
Who: Melpomene and Oedipus
What: You're one of mine!
When: Jan 4, afternoon
Where: Central Park
Warnings: tbd
Between finding some of her sisters and meeting the Grimm's brothers Melpomene had been in an exceptional mood. It made her feel less of a tragic soul than she usually was. It gave her some hope that real tragedy was still out there and there were those who still had the talent to write it. She had fangirled a little, though she wasn't at all embarrassed about it. If anyone had reason to be ecstatic about Jakob and Wilhelm it was Melpomene.
Just as she was thinking about when she might try and lure them out for tea or something they liked to do, she felt it. She had bundled up and gone for a walk during her lunch break, unaware of where she had gone or how far she had walked. Looking around, now aware of her surroundings she saw that she was somewhere in Central Park. "Damn," she said dramatically. She tended to get lost in this park because it was so huge and seemed to go on and on if you didn't know your way. It didn't help that she had been daydreaming. Yeah, she tended to do that.
She really should have tried to find her way back because she was already late, but she was lost so they would have to understand. Pulling out her phone she dialed work and simply headed in the direction she thought that feeling was coming from. Then it changed and she was a little irked by that, but she did her damnedest to find it. After an explanation that she was lost in the park but finding her way out she finally found the source of that strange feeling. She knew this one. She had seen him before, felt him before. Head tilting to the side, she watched and wondered where she knew him from. She knew one of her sisters could figure it out but she liked figuring these things out on her own. She couldn't have known him long because she always recognized those who were close to her. But this one, he had Tragedy written all over him. She didn't even care that she was practically staring holes into him. At least if he noticed she could explain and get to the bottom of this confusion.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-06 05:56 pm (local) (link) Track This
Oedipus still hadn't gotten used to this city, even if he'd driven up here countless times in the past. It was loud, busy, and it gave him a headache. With dark shades placed over his eyes he walked around looking for one of his antique shops. As far as maps went in this joint they looked like rubber bands pulled in fifty directions and all the same color.
He wasn't quite as skittish as he'd been before, but there was still a bundle of nerves at there being so many people that for some reason felt as if all eyes were on him.
This time there were eyes on him. He felt it burning a hole right in his back. The last time he'd felt that was when he was under Freud's nose as a patient--and well that turned out promising. The vibe was Greek and that suddenly gave him the urge to run. If his mother had hit town he was moving back into the woods of North Carolina.
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-06 06:06 pm (local) (link) Track This
When she came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be approaching her she decided it was up to her. Those involved with Tragedy did tend to be antsy. She couldn't blame them. In fact, she felt for them. Many a night she cried over days long past because of something that happened to someone who should have lived a happy life. Oh meddling gods. Mel could only handle so much.
So she strode forward. She looked almost dreamy but there was something about her that seemed attentive at the same time. It was a strange thing.
As she came closer her pace slowed and she made sure to appear nonthreatening. There was never any telling what the sudden appearance of Tragedy did to an individual. Some accepted her, some ran, some screamed and tried to fight her off as though she had attacked them. She was ready for anything. "Excuse me? Who are you?" Her voice was gentle and welcoming, even melodic and there was something in it that when the right person heard it wanted to dance.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-06 07:02 pm (local) (link) Track This
Oedipus turned around feeling a jolt down his system like a lightening bolt had just struck. He froze. Not quite the aspiring King he'd been of past, in fact he must have looked quite crazy. Over time his myth had evolved into 'that guy' that no one wanted to be. Freud had kicked him in the pants a few times confusing him and changing him from the inside out. Oedipus wasn't anything like he'd been before. Even when finding his mother was well, his mother he'd never put the blame on her. It had been him that gouged out his own eyes, whether it was out of disgust or agony it was hardly recognizable as his own feelings anymore.
She didn't give off the matronly vibe, but she was still Greek and therefore his defenses were up. "Which name are we going for here because I prefer Rex." That name at least wasn't tattooed on his forehead like the big 'O'.
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-06 07:23 pm (local) (link) Track This
Mel seemed to be okay with the fact that he appeared frightened. She could understand why. Tragedy came in and out of lives without warning and she had seen lives end far too soon, or far too grotesquely. But still, she had no idea what was really bothering him.
She was actually a mother, even if she didn't look it. Like any other goddess she had a tendency to bounce back more easily than mortals. "Your birth name," she said simply.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-06 07:32 pm (local) (link) Track This
He winced not really apt to giving out that name as freely. His eyes shot around in either direction before clearing his throat. "Oedipus," he said quickly. Maybe if the letters fused together it would sound more like 'Lucas' or something. As with most things, luck was never on his side. He was ready to high tail it out of there if she threw out something remotely close to Jocasta.
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-06 08:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
For the third time in less than a month Melpomene looked quite pleased. Not that she relished in the tragedies of Oedipus. She knew his story well, and that was where she knew him. "That's where I know you. I thought you felt familiar. I am Melpomene. Muse of Tragedy." She was probably a little too excited about this encounter than she should be.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-07 01:02 am (local) (link) Track This
She sounded so happy and he wasn't quite sure what to think about that. It was quite unnerving really, generally his name didn't warrant such glee. Then she said her name and it all made sense.
"I don't need anymore tragedy if that's what your thinking. I call this a tragedy free zone," and he flailed his hands around him as if it would put up an invisible bubble she couldn't cross.
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-07 09:13 am (local) (link) Track This
His reaction to her didn't seem to be taken badly. Considering how many people had practically freaked out the moment they found out who she was and hightailed it out of there she couldn't take offense. She was incredibly sensitive but she still understood how others wouldn't want tragedy in their lives. But perhaps the embodiment Tragedy (capital 'T') could be.
This was something she'd seen before and she shook her head, reassuring him, "No, I'm not here for that. I know you don't need anymore. You have no idea how much I cried at your story." That was just how Mel was.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-08 10:57 pm (local) (link) Track This
His reaction could have been worse, but his feet were still glued to the ground like ice. He couldn't move them if he'd wanted, let alone pee down the side of his leg from nervousness.
"It's not like it doesn't still loom over my head like a black cloud," he said swirling his hand over his head. What he'd been morphed into overtime, though he was starting to push more and more out of his shell, he was still no King as he'd been before. It was disheartening really that culture could so ruin a man far more than he could himself.
He sighed, hanging his shoulders and then looking back to the sensitive muse. It was then that he found his feet able to move and he went to sit down on a nearby bench. "You cried," he scoffed that off, "I'm too damn curious for my own good. I could have lived not knowing, then I really would have been the big joke wouldn't I?" he laughed at that, though it was quite sad. "Now I get to be the conversation of any Greek lit college class who still think Freud was more than a heroin addict."
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-10 02:26 pm (local) (link) Track This
Melpomene watched as his hand circled over his head, eyes staying there for a moment even after his hand dropped back down. "It's you who decides whether you let that cloud take over your life or if you'll extinguish it and make a new, better life."
She followed without hesitation and sat at the other end, pulling her legs up as she looked toward him. Whether he meant to offend or not she wasn't sure. Either way, she merely seemed curious about him. "That is the downside of tragedy. Not me Tragedy, but tragedy the genre. I can't control what writers make of their stories, I only offer a muse from which their ideas form into a story. You are no joke," she said firmly. She looked a little offended at that last part, "Yes, well I only get discussed in classes dedicated to tragedy and those seem few and far between. Whatever modern writers call tragedy is a sad representation of what it used to really be. Soap operas," she made an insulted huff, "I've lowered myself to assistant and they still can't come up with something moving! I'm this close," she put her hand up to indicate a half inch, "to quitting."
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-01-10 03:25 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Is it really that easy?" He'd spent a long time holed up in this perception that society had made him. He was the scapegoat for everything else bad because really, how much worse could it be unless you were Oedipus? "If I were to ever admit I loved the woman I'd get more than dirty looks..." he whispered, eyes looking just in case someone felt like snooping in on this conversation.
He had loved Jocasta, before and after the ordeal which was scary enough in itself. But what part of that could really be her own fault when Oedipus was his own undoing?
"You forget, bad things follow me ready to smite. If the rug isn't pulled out from under me then a miracle has happened." It went for everything in his life. He automatically looked up for that lightening bolt to strike at every turn. If it didn't, he felt really uncomfortable like the gods were hording it for the big bang later. Nothing surprised him anymore.
Oedipus glanced over, brows just ever so slightly raising in question. She was as nutty as the rest of them. "I don't think it's a gig you, or anyone can just quit. Believe me, that would be nice..."
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[info]tragicmask
2011-01-13 03:08 pm (local) (link) Track This
Mel shrugged, "I haven't dealt with something like it so I can't say for sure." She looked sympathetic at what she believed to be a confession, "Stranger things have happened. You do realize the number of brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son, and any number of other matches there are in Greek mythology?" Mel wasn't one of them, but she could think of a few off the top of her head.
Sighing, she set her elbow on the back of the bench and rested her chin in her hand. Her own dark eyes glanced up. Looking back she smiled, "Daddy won't do anything with me around. You're in safe company."
She looked a little confused for a moment before she realized what he thought she had meant, "You misunderstand, I was talking about my mortal job. I'm ready to quit it. I'm very much aware that I can't just up and leave tragedy. Did you know my name means to celebrate with dance and song? And I'm the one stuck with all the depressing stories." She looked downright woeful at that.