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Vincent ([info]king_of_gods) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-04 14:30:00

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Entry tags:amphitrite, aphrodite, ares, harmonia, poseidon, selene, zeus

Who: Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Selene, Poseidon, Amphritite, Ares, Persephone, Harmonia (Invite her, someone!). All the greeks. Any Greek.
What: It's all Greek to me and it shows in the reflections.
Where: A Greek restaurant downtown.
When: Afternoon. Lunch break.
Warnings: Well, they ARE Greek, but, this is doubtful beyond potty mouthism. P.S. Some realizations are happening, enter at your own risk!
Notes: No posting order established YET. Just go.



The restaurant was small and cozy. The easiest place to get enough reservations without having to get anyone fired or slapped with a big fat Mickey Mouse glove. There were already menus, hummus, pita bread, and ice water. The only things missing were the guests. Vince was negotiating the baklava that the cooking crew were saying wouldn't be ready until the evening. Are they fucking kidding? A Greek restaurant without baklava? What the shit kind of Greek place doesn't fucking have baklava?

"I don't believe you. Can't you just put it in the microwave?"

"No, sir. I'm very sorry but we can't."

"Do you see this face?"

"Sir?"

"This face, the I don't believe you face? Did you see it? Do I have to make it again to really emphasize how much I don't believe you?"

"I'm sorry sir... I don't quite understand..."

"You need to make some baklava. If you do, I'll pay three-hundred dollars. That's more than you make working all day. Sound nice?"

The baklava was now being made, and Vince sat, all smiles, waiting for the first arrivals. Honey was using the restroom to attend to her immaculate hair and probably checking her perfectly manicured nails.


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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-04 09:41 pm UTC (link)
Paul wouldn't have made such a big deal out of the baklava, but he wouldn't be surprised to find out that Vince did in fact harass the poor restaurant staff into doing his bidding. The would-be earthshaker arrived just a few minutes later, trusting that his hair and clothing were presentable since he had taken care to ensure that earlier by freshening up nicely for the outing. It would have been nice to check, but what would be the fucking purpose? He would just see a half naked bearded dolphin whisperer staring back at him.

"Hey," Paul greeted his BFF as he claimed a spot at the table, and one for Cassie too. "I look okay, right? Mirrors are pointless these days."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-04 10:17 pm UTC (link)
"Um," Vince furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes, reeeeaallly taking a good, long look at his hetero-lifemate. Did he look okay? His index and thumb uplifted toward his own chin to rub an invisible beard, twirl it, flick it over his shoulder like Pai Mai in Kill Bill Vol. 2. "You're looking especially bearded and pitch-forky. Though, you've never been as handsome! You handsome bearded devil, you. How'd you get to be so awesome?" he was, of course, just joking. This much perhaps evident in how he kept his eyes wide, mouth agape, but smeared a campaign of a smile somehow all over his mouth without even one twitch of it showing.

The tip of his boot kicked the leg of the chair directly beside him It moved out to show its face for Paul to steal its seat aside him. The King of the Seas belonged sitting next to the King of Heaven.

"And bearded?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-04 10:25 pm UTC (link)
"Ugh." That was the noise Paul made in response, a grunt of acknowledgment and frustration - the latter because he still had no idea why this was all happening (uh, if he wanted to grow a beard he would have done so, thanks) but he was strangely starting to get accustomed to the reflection. "Maybe we're related?" he suggested as he moved to sit beside Vince. The seat on Paul's other side he saved for his lovely bride Amphitrite. "Your beard and afro are pretty ridiculous too. I think Jimmy Hoffa's body is in there."

He pulled out his phone to see if he had any text messages - hopefully the others found the place okay. "I invited Samuel, hopefully he'll show up." Because Lia and her new manpanion were extremely entertaining together.

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-04 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Was she one of the only people not bothered by the things in the mirror? Emma didn't think it was all that strange... or weird... or any of those other things. So with a hop and a skip, she walked to the restaurant, a vision of softness in beige and light blue. It wasn't hard to find the table, even if she hadn't met any of the others yet, but there she was!

A smile and a hand wave, and she stole a seat near the others. "Hope I'm not interrupting," she sang in apology as she sat, tucking her chair up beneath the table.

"So! Superpowers! I've been looking forward to showing everyone!" And there Emma went, sneaking a hand into her bag, pulling out a compact and brandishing it like a hero of sorts.

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-04 11:27 pm UTC (link)
Paul returned the smile and gave Emma a wave with his free hand; his other was busy raising a glass of water to his mouth. Hopefully they all would want a few bottles of wine during this lunch too. But when his lovely almost-next door neighbor (wow, she was still as cheerful as when he assembled her bookcase for her) pulled out the compact, Paul leaned away like it was a pile of flaming shit.

"You can just keep that over there," he instructed. "Alright, so what's your super power? I don't have any, sorry to say." Well, perhaps none that qualified as traditional super powers. But he made the best damn enchilada lasanga in the world!

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-04 11:34 pm UTC (link)
"I glow!" Emma let out a laugh at how Paul shied away from the mirror, and she bit her lip for a moment, swaying in her seat. "It's not bad. What we're seeing, you know." There was a pause, and she clicked the compact open to study her appearance. The reflection wasn't so different, but she knew it wasn't her staring back. Or rather, it was, just another piece of her she wasn't sure about. But there was that glow... whomever looked back at her seemed to glow from the inside and honestly, she found it to be one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

"Why. What do you see? Because everyone seems to be seeing things!"

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-04 11:53 pm UTC (link)
He hadn't answered Paul with anything regarding the suggestion of them being related because duh, they were kind of anyway, and hello, there was a new girl bouncing in like a ball of sunshine tossed from the clouds. Why would the hands of Heaven let her go!

"You must be Emma." he'd said, his voice carried the invisible static of the intensity with which he surveyed her. "Please excuse Paul, he doesn't like super powers. I, on the other hand, as you know, would prefer the ability to dive into gold coins McDuck style without being harmed."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-04 11:59 pm UTC (link)
"I like super powers. I just don't have any," Paul lamented, but then he gave in and leaned over - peering into the compact Emma held in her hand so she could get a glimpse of the monstrosity he had to deal with when he looked in the mirror. "That is what I see," he said, the words spoken back to him in the reflection by the King of the Sea. "Attractive, isn't it?"

But the glowing thing? That was odd too. "I wonder if you're radioactive." He arched an eyebrow.

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 12:04 am UTC (link)
Emma gave Vince a smile, inclining her head towards him. "Which makes you Vince! It's good to finally meet you." There was a hum and she leaned to the side to take a peek at what the mirror reflected for Paul, hmming for a moment. "What's wrong with that?" she asked, looking back towards him with a blink. And then she was out of her seat and moving over towards them (for she had taken a seat across from them), thrusting her compact between the pair so they could see her reflection.

"It's just different!" And there was that glow, that silvery light that seemed to come from her very skin. "And I'm not radioactive. You're just jealous you don't glow too."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 12:13 am UTC (link)
"I think he's totally jealous that he doesn't glow." Vince was all about encouraging this girls light-hearted behavior, and of course teasing Paul. He'd craned his own seated posture to view the reflection in the compact (or was that to smell the maiden of the moon?) and breathed a long, defeated sigh through his nostrils.

"Mine's just electrical and glowy, maybe some facia--"

Something was clicking...

"So yours has a beard and trident, Paul?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 12:17 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, you caught me," Paul deadpanned, with a good-natured roll of the eyes. "I might try to steal some of your glowing powers for myself. Because you really light up a room, Emma." Ba-dum-ch! Oh, he was a riot alright. "Thanks, I'll be here all week."

He did a double take at what Vince said - like when that something clicked into place for him, it tugged Paul along with him. Though Paul knew, he did, he just didn't want to admit this was real. "Yeah, he...it...it does," he said slowly. All of that, and the same eyes - bright blue. "I just..." Paul trailed off. He looked at Vince, confusion and wariness in his eyes. "What are you thinking?"

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 12:22 am UTC (link)
Emma blinked from her position crouched between the two men, snapping the compact shut with a click, trying to piece together whatever it was they were thinking on. But she was lost, and really, that was okay. So leaving them to their thinking and pondering and piecing together, Emma excused herself and returned to her seat across from them, though her attention never wavered from the pair.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Our dads wasted all that money on grad school and it took us this long to figure it out?" The brows earlier knotted and knitted in wonder of the new pretty arrival and her reflective awe-compact, now crinkled and creased. They evolved to a cats dual recoiled back arch on Halloween's hiss, prolific and cradling the energetic realization that made his whole body abuzz with inner vibrancy. It was the Olympian eyebrow arch, as he stood up and strode a few paces toward the mildly reflective surface of a portraits protective glass. "You're mother-fucking Poseidon, Paul. You're shove-a-trident-up-your-ass Poseidon."

And, waving his hand in front of the reflection that showed the profoundly dynamic ardor of the divine glow of heaven, commingled with the coruscating scintilla of energy, maybe some facial hair? Whatever, and a half-crown of ivy.

"I'm Zeus. I'm shove-a-lightning-bolt..." he turned around to face him, eyes wide not out of fear, but excitement. "Up-your-mother-fucking-ass-Zeus. It all makes sense now," said he, awash with an expression of epiphany after epiphany. "It's why I'm so magnificent."

Corner of his bottom lip bitten briefly, his blue skies swept over to Emma. "Maybe you're like... what Greek Goddess glows?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 12:56 am UTC (link)
Paul...stared.

He stared at the show of bravado Vince was putting on and while that was going on, he swallowed the huge lump in his throat. There was already a brick in his stomach, and he didn't have room for anything else - no baklava, no ambrosia, nothing. His hand covered his mouth. Shocked. That was what he was. Sure, Cassie had mentioned it that day at work and even when they looked up the Greek myths together, he didn't want to believe. How could he just...give his life over to something else like that? He was Paul. He wasn't Poseidon.

"I'm not, Vince. I'm not!" Paul said in a rush, shaking his head. "I'm just Paul." If he admitted that he was shove-a-trident-up-your-ass Poseidon, did that mean that his life had to go the same way? He couldn't have a normal relationship with someone, but no, some shit like this had to interfere and potentially scare her off. What if she was scared off? Paul couldn't deal with that.

The entire building did not fall but it was suddenly violently shaken, swaying sideways, the ground moving alarmingly. The only warning was the rumbling roar before the tremors started - and the confusion, fear, and anguish in Paul's eyes.

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 01:00 am UTC (link)
Emma was about to open her mouth to add some of her own words to the conversation when the ground started shaking, the shifting, the rumbling, and all she could do was grip the edge of the table as the water glasses sloshed and moved. "Uhm..." She swallowed hard, biting her lip as she tried not to whimper in fear. Earthquakes were really not her thing, and any inclination she had had to offer her own thoughts to the conversation was completely wiped away.

"Earthquake?" And she wasted no time in getting up from her seat, crawling under the table with her hands over her head. That was the right thing to do... right?

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 01:12 am UTC (link)
The obvious disorientation and hurt in his best friends eyes hurt him too. It fucking plunged the knife in him, you better believe. However, the powers of Heaven were a lot more subtle than those of the sea. They didn't shudder the Earth. Zeus was too at ease with who he was.

It was good to be King.

"No more." Zeus demanded of his friend... his... brother? Zeus demanded it of Poseidon, as if he were the one causing the ground to shake, the girl to hide, the staff to scuttle around like mice trying to find their mouse hole in a maze of lions. His brother. Paul was his brother. That was something they'd always wanted and what either of them had ever felt without it being an official, mortal collaboration of blood. Didn't he remember the sacred oaths of junior high and beyond at the bottom of beer bottles and the edge of the world? The promises and the panic of the death of their fathers on their funerals? It was all there, past, present, future. All in how he looked down at him, a faint raise of his chin -- he was proud of who he was, who they both were -- and he couldn't fathom why Poseidon wasn't, or what could possibly ail him into the weaknesses of the trappings of fear. It was no coincidence that the ground shook. Poseidon had such a thing in his portfolio of power. And he needed to get a fucking grip before he broke the place, the thought that inspired the hand that went to his friends shoulder. A sound, fastening anchor on a wild, ravaged sea.

"You'll scare the kittens at the pet store down the street." (Vince couldn't help it. Zeus was no where around yet, after all.)

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 01:39 am UTC (link)
Paul took a breath, gasping for air as he surveyed the scene with wide eyes - the staff cowering and hiding in doorways and under tables, ceiling lights fallen, cupboard doors opened, interior cracks around the ceiling and windows. Then all of a sudden the violent tremors ceased, the sky opened up, and sheets of rain began to pour.

He looked at Vince in disbelief for just a moment, but then he gave in to it at all - and he embraced his brother, his best friend, the one who had been there through it all. Few knew him the way Paul did, and no, Vince wasn't a perfect human being. But he was a damn good brother. It was a tight hug, clinging to his last bit of sanity and those good old says where they defended the other from the perils of life, a means of shelter for the other when things were bad. All the flashbacks hit him full force then in those few seconds - the first day of ninth grade when they met up (it could be argued that Vince was less pompous then, but that factor definitely increased after he lost his virginity) up until now, when it all came together in this moment. In a Greek restaurant, after an earthquake that he caused.

"I think I scared more than the kittens," he sighed as he pulled back, fists clenching. "Okay...alright...so now what do we do?" It's not like they could go announcing to everyone that they solved the mystery of the trippy reflections.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 01:56 am UTC (link)
There was nothing he could readily thumb through, pull out from the various Vince is Awesome Volumes 1 through 27, those golden archives of his sordid past, that could shatter his enormous heart into a million pieces quite like a moment of understanding how much he cared for and loved his stupid friend. It took a run on sentence to sum it up the splendor of his majesties awe. He also couldn't realize it without mentally calling him stupid, as it made it mentally less gay. Zeus embraced his brother with a squeeze and a laugh he couldn't hold inside of his throat for long, because hello, they were Greek Gods. Not just that, but awesome ones who were brothers. "More importantly, when do I get my lightning bolts?" said he with a grin that could rival a streak of bright white lightning running across an opened, blacktar sky. The bear paw patted Paulsidon's shoulder, slap slap. "We can tell everyone when they get here. No biggie."

Zeus strutted to his former seat with a song in his heart and a bounce in his godly step.

"I'm a fucking Greek God... not just any Greek God, mind you. I'm the King of Gods." he said to himself, shaking his head to get the marbles straightened out since the ego had just inflated preternaturally and as HUGE as a hot air balloon. "Hey you," he pointed to a cowering waiter underneath one of the draped tables. "I need a glass of red wine, stat."

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 02:01 am UTC (link)
All the crowing about Greek gods and the like eventually drew Emma from her safe hiding place beneath the table, crawling back up into her seat and smoothing out the front of her skirt as she settled back down. A glance over towards Vince, and then to Paul, and then she was looking back down at her lap, feeling suddenly quiet between the two.

Things suddenly didn't feel as fun as they had moments ago, and she really just wanted to escape, maybe head out to Disneyland, see the children laughing. That was something she could think about right now... not this entire Greek god business.

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 02:13 am UTC (link)
"Right...no biggie..." Paul repeated as he too took his seat again, acting as if he didn't just destroy a chunk of the restaurant. Hopefully Vince's baklava wasn't ruined as a result of that display! "They'll take it well, I'm sure." Uh. Right.

He looked over at Emma, concerned. "Are you alright? Sorry about that. It's a weird time for all of us."

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[info]philommeides
2010-09-05 05:20 am UTC (link)
Lia walked in to the restaurant in a turquoise summer halter dress and strappy white sandals, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head, which tamed her somewhat beachy curls. Her gait was energized, and there was a smile on her face as she greeted all the attendees.

"Well hello, boys!" she smiled at them, then canted her head to one side at the girl she didn't know, though her smile didn't fade in the slightest. "Who's your lovely friend?" she asked as she sat down, reaching for a bit of pita bread, which she set on her small plate. Looking around, she asked, "Are there more of us coming, or will this be more intimate?" She winked with a grin.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 06:03 am UTC (link)
"Emma, you can--Lia!" Vince rose up instantly from his seat, though he had been midway to seek a comforting trend perhaps nestled underneath all these layers of new reality, a way to calm the sweet new acquaintance. Emma appeared shaken and he'd tend to her, like any good King of Gods, but would do so after appropriately greeting his homegirl. Who had just walked in to all shades of madness and revelations.

"Just in time!" The sweeping side-curl of a grin was a corruscation across the face of an excited, realized, mesmerized man. He could hardly contain himself when he snaked his arms around the circle of her waist for a tight and true embrace. It was full of squeeze, growl, and probably elevation beyond the stilettos. "Guess what? I figured out all this reflection crap! I'm Zeus! As in Olympus and shit!"

The great thing about Vince, was that he was never afraid to look utterly out of his mind.

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[info]miaiphonos
2010-09-05 03:09 pm UTC (link)
His first moments in the restaurant made Samuel glad he had invited Brighid along. They strode in just in time to catch the tail end of what he knew could surely not be a serious conversation. It was possible, given the assembled company, that the alcohol had already begun to flow; he attributed the temporary adoption of such a strange topic to this and this alone. He cast a glance around the table, recognizing some of the crowd from the bar, some from other places. He nodded a brief greeting to Paul, distracted almost immediately as from the corner of his eyes he noted faint cracks spiderwebbed over the walls. The dust and paint chips littering the floor spoke to the recent arrival of the marks; Samuel said nothing of these, merely quirking a brow higher still as he drew up alongside the table. Clearing his throat, he nodded to Lia, sliding into the seat alongside hers.

"Lia," he said, "good to see you." His eyes darted from hers, searching the table for any other familiar faces, finding himself disappointed by the result. He turned then to his guest, smiling up to Brighid as he pulled out another chair beside his own. "Save me," he mouthed up to her.

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 05:41 pm UTC (link)
Paul slumped down in his seat, returning the greeting nod. "Samuel, glad you could make it," he said, speaking plainly - as if everything was totally fine and Vince hadn't been going off on a Zeus diatribe. Paul was still trying to digest everything. Acceptance may have been there, but he wasn't going to proclaim his identity as Poseidon just yet. Or ever. At least not to complete strangers, and he certainly wasn't going to wear a nametag that said 'Paul/Poseidon.' Mostly because he just didn't understand what all of this meant. They were Gods, and so were they going to go back in time and return to Greece? He wanted answers, damnit, not just a reflection in a mirror.

"There was an earthquake," he said, trying to sound professional. "But it's...it's alright now." He probably sounded a bit in a daze, however. Glancing over at Lia, he smiled warmly at her. She was always a welcome presence. But that just begged the question: Who was she? Who was Samuel? Who the fuck were they all?

He hadn't met Brighid in person yet, so he focused on her as he put his brain back together. "Hi, I'm Paul in 1005. I think we spoke once or twice on the forums."

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[info]pax_vobis
2010-09-05 06:02 pm UTC (link)
It took effort, but Brighid managed not to roll her eyes at Samuel's antics. As she seated herself next to him, she smiled somewhat ruefully at Lia. "Hullo again." The smile she turned to Paul was sweeter and more open. "Ah, Paul, the one with family in County Clare, yeah? It's nice to actually meet you."

Glancing around the table, she noted that everyone seemed dry, if a bit dishevelled. "Glad no one got caught out while it was bucketing. Sure that's the shortest rainstorm I've ever seen."

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[info]philommeides
2010-09-05 06:25 pm UTC (link)
At first, Lia returned Vince's hug with enthusiasm, kicking up her heels with a laugh as he held her. As he spoke, though, her eyes widened, her brow arched, and when he set her back on her feet, she took a step back to take a look into his face, trying to get a grasp on what he was saying.

Before she could properly respond, Samuel and Brighid had shown up, and she was barely able to arch her brow at Samuel - Sam - took up the seat next to her, bringing Brighid along with him. She smiled warmly at Brighid, and gave Samuel a bit of the side eye before turning to Paul, giving him a questioning look about all this.

"OK," she said. "OK, let's slow down here." She looked at everyone in the room, not really paying much mind to the reflective surfaces yet. When looking at them all face to face, everyone looked just as they normally did. She decided to take Vince's excited declaration as a joke.

"So, the idea of you being a Greek god aside," she laughed lightly, "maybe we should think about what might have cause us all to... see things. Is that right? Are we all noticing differences in our reflections?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 06:46 pm UTC (link)
"The rainstorm, it was..." Paul trailed off. He didn't even want to bother explaining. They were all going to think he was crazy. But he trusted that no one would toss him into an insane asylum, at the very least. "Look, I know it seems ridiculous, but the reflections are you. Just a different version. I wouldn't make this up. Lia..." he shifted his gaze toward her. "You know I'm playing with a full set of bocce balls."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 06:51 pm UTC (link)
Zeus had (well, to be more accurate at the moment Vince was only attempting to fully feel out what it may be like to accept being Zeus. thus, he refers to himself inwardly as this!) the utmost conspiracy in mind to be delightful and charming to all the sudden arrivals new and old acquaintance alike. Letting loose the first victim of a taut embrace and making certain that she'd gotten well enough balanced back onto her teetering, unbelievable heels, the lightning of his perfect, even rows of teeth lit up in a welcoming smile that stole the attention of the sun at high noon. How women walked in those was a distant collegiate memory, as he'd secretly been dared to do so drunkenly many times over and strut. What? That never happened...

Step one, stroll over and pat Sam on the shoulder. "Sup Big Sexy." he japed.

Step two, point at Emma specifically, then point to his own smile. "Stop the pouting."

Step three, turn to Brighid and wonder who in Hades she was, but greet her with a welcoming smile. "Glad you could make it, Brunette stranger."

And finally, step four, which consisted of raising his brows briefly in an effort to wrangle the attention of Paul, and the emphasis he as placing on what he was about to say. "My dad spent hella money on grad school Lia, I know who the lightning bearer is in the mirror. I also know who has a beard and a trident." his chin poked in Paul's direction. "Paul-sidon over there, my hetero-life mate, who's now officially my mirror brother."

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 06:57 pm UTC (link)
Emma let out a squeak of surprise as Vince singled her out, but she piped down quickly, nodding her head and fussing with her napkin. It was more than a little overwhelming being around everyone here, particularly when she knew like... two of them, it seemed.

But she pushed that down and gave the others around her a welcome smile, not saying anything for the moment.

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[info]humancondition
2010-09-05 07:57 pm UTC (link)
“Mirror brother? Do I even want to know?” The newcomer’s voice was clear and amused, coming in first before she finally was at the table. Cassie walked in as casually as she was dressed, flip flops, jean shorts and a green tanktop with pink bikini straps peeking out from underneath to tie around her neck. The hoodie hanging around her waist was almost out of place but she figured it was a good precaution. That rain had come out of nowhere and she’d hate to be caught in it when she left the restaurant.

“I’m late,” she offered everyone with a sheepish smile, even if she only really knew one person there. She made a beeline to Paul to give him a proper kiss hello and hopefully someone would have mercy on her and give her a recap and introductions. “You know how these drivers are. One hint of rain and everyone loses their damn mind on the road.” Honestly, weather was usually sunny but people acted and drove like they’d never seen rain before in their life.

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[info]miaiphonos
2010-09-05 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Samuel found himself impossibly grateful for the newcomer's arrival; it spared him the trouble of attempting an answer to the utterly bizarre questions and delusional assertions that were making their rounds of the table. Mere alcohol could not explain these things, of that Samuel was certain. He nodded a passingly polite answer to the greetings he received, feeling clearly ill at ease as he settled back into his chair. He ordered a beer from a passing waitress, hoping that would take something of this awkward edge off.

"Reflections," he repeated, a sneer in his voice. "Okay. Can I get some hummus down here?"

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-05 08:24 pm UTC (link)
When Cassie arrived, Paul returned the hello kiss, and offered her a smile as she sat down - but it wasn't a smile that reached his eyes. "Hey, uh...we were just talking about reflections. And hummus. Try some! It's actually really good. So's the baklava, from what I hear."

He obliged and passed the hummus and pita bread down to Samuel, glancing at him briefly (had he not looked in the mirror at all this week?), then focused back on Cassie. Paul felt as if he were so fucked - did Vince honestly expect everyone to believe that they were Greek god reincarnates right now, in this setting? They weren't on Mt. Olympus, for shit's sakes.

"Cassie, this is Vince," Paul nodded toward the Zeus-figure. He went along the table and introduced everyone else, since it was the polite thing to do before diving into the crazy talk.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-05 08:53 pm UTC (link)
"Hi Cassie. Nice to see you could peel yourself away from bowling long enough to join us." unfortunately, he couldn't focus long on Paul's company, because everyone was asking questions and wanting hummus. Not only that, it took him a mere few seconds to undress her and pillage her village without so much as a blink or symptom. Besides, he had to introduce everyone, didn't he? The natural born leader straightened his spine, inhaled through the corner in the side pocket of his proud, illuminated grin and by habit, arched the Olympian brow.

"Most of us know each another, but I'm not sure if everyone's met my cheerleader. Her name's Emma. She's shy. So if we could all be politely condescending and beat that out of her with sarcasm." the palm of his hand hovered over her head as if he controlled strings, or was feeling the sunbeam (or was that a moonbeam?) that lodged her here tenderly as a gift from another world. "Lia, that's Cassie, Posei--" Hmph. "Paul's uh, they're dating. His girlfriend?" he held back the urge, visibly, to anyone who knew him, the need to say 'nakedfriend.'.

"Sam, I met him at the bar." and, let's not mention the extremely inexplicable need to fuss over his accomplishments paternally. Shall we, Zeus? "You guys all know each other?"

His chin pointed at Brighid. "What's your name?"

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[info]pax_vobis
2010-09-05 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Brighid blinked owlishly for a few seconds. There were so many things going on at once, she was somewhat glad she'd been directly addressed and so given something on which to focus. "I'm Brighid FitzPatrick. From 705? You're Mister Laurent, yeah? Sure we spoke on the forum before."

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[info]phantasia
2010-09-05 09:20 pm UTC (link)
Emma made a face at Vince and batted him away, and while she would have been quite content to settle back into watching everyone and listening to their conversations, she perked up immediately at the sound of Brighid's voice. That accent was all too familiar and it made her beam.

"You're from Ireland!" she chirped, her own accent not as heavy as it had been years ago, but still quite unmistakable. "You remind me of home!"

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[info]philommeides
2010-09-05 11:00 pm UTC (link)
Lia gave Cassie and Emma each a smile. "Hi, it's nice to meet you," she said, though she was somewhat distracted by the chaos. An earthquake. A rainstorm. Vince apparently suffering from serious delusions. She gave Samuel a quelling look; if anyone was close to having a psychotic break, sneering at them wouldn't help.

She was starting to get worried. She took Vince's hand, and spoke quietly to him.

"Sweetheart, I'm not questioning your credentials. And I'm not questioning that what you see when you look in the mirror is -" she hesitated to say the word - "Zeus. But just because you're seeing it, doesn't mean it's real, you know?" She looked around the table, wondering if anyone else was believing this.

"The only thing everyone here has in common is living in the building; maybe there's something in the pipes, or in the walls or something, that's making us see things, you know?"

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[info]humancondition
2010-09-06 12:12 am UTC (link)
She nodded and smiled to all the appropriate parties in hello, although to Vince she tossed him a quick look and stuck her tongue out a bit, since he was still hating on bowling and she was clearly seven years old.

"Is it really that simple?" Cassie couldn't help but interject. Not that she wanted to agree that Vince was Zeus. She barely knew him but already knew that his ego didn't need to be any bigger. "I mean, shouldn't it be more than just vision? Maybe we should even a little sick. Coughing or sneezing or even just being tired but we're as healthy as horses." Right? She stole a glance around the table.

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[info]miaiphonos
2010-09-06 01:04 am UTC (link)
Samuel caught Lia's look, and immediately passed Brighid one of his own. It might have been apology; it might have been a repetition of his earlier plea for aid. It had been a mistake to come here, to mingle with those from such clearly different walks of life. Samuel could not begin to understand their wild ramblings, and indeed found he had little desire to. He had come for lunch, he thought, and it seemed he had stumbled into a LARPing meetup instead. Carefully and deliberately he finished the slice of pita bread in his hand, sucking a smudge of hummus from his fingertip. This he chased with a long pull from his beer, signalling to the waitress for a second well before the first was empty.

"Maybe you are all a little sick," he said, making an earnest - but failed - effort to bleed the amusement from his voice. "Not all illness manifests as mono or a cold, you know." He shrugged. "Make an appointment with a psychologist. Then your GP. Seriously, guys."

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[info]i_sea_you
2010-09-06 01:25 am UTC (link)
Paul gritted his teeth. "You're not at all creeped out by your reflection?" he asked in disbelief. "Because I refuse to believe you haven't checked a mirror at all this week. Or are you just hiding what you really think because if you told us, that would mean you're crazy too?" He was honestly curious. How could anyone not at least acknowledge that something strange was going on?

He glanced at Cassie and then at the others, clearly taking the side of his nakedfriend - thanks, Vince. Even though no nakedness had occurred yet. "I think we'd feel physical effects if it was something in the air. It's not that."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-09-06 01:44 am UTC (link)
"The only and only." he wunk at Brighid.

When he decided to speak up, after taking a crisp gulp of his ice water, wondering where his red wine, his wife, and his lightning bolts were, he knew precisely how to magnify it so that all parties present could hear him loudly and clearly. Of course, after clearing the sediment of crazy from his throat.

"There would be more symptoms, yes. Electrical disturbances -- I've already deja'd this vu all week it fuckin' feels like -- can cause visual and audio hallucinations. Thing is though, the next symptom would be feeling a presence. Weird effects on the cortex." Tip of his finger rounded the frontal area of his apparently, not so stupid head. Though yes, it was indeed inflated. Hello? He's Zeus. And even it wasn't real, just the thought that Zeus would be an abstract selection of some random act of fuckery demonstrated the point that he'd been only partly able to express to everyone in his life -- he was meant for greatness. "And then of course there's low frequency sound, but we'd be getting at least a slight headache... I'm not a scientist. Don't take my word for it. Look it up. What's happening isn't an easy phenomena to reproduce? But it's possible. It's very possible. Thing is, we're not bananas. We're all perfectly sane, and in my case, magnificent and charming. "

He of course, added the lemon zest of a self compliment to make people laugh. Not to sound like a dick. Though, if it ended up making him sound like one, he hardly cared.

"So, the dilemma here isn't in accepting that we're all participating in a thing we can't really comprehend, but rather accepting that there's nothing we can do about it at the moment."

The waiter he'd flagged down earlier finally showed his face.

"You. My wine?"

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[info]pax_vobis
2010-09-06 02:10 am UTC (link)
She'd intended to respond to Emma, but Brighid's surprised reply died on her lips as the discussion surrounding her continued to revolve around reflections and delusions. "Em." She looked around at the table's occupants, confusion more than evident on her face. "There's something wrong with your reflections? Em, all of them?"

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[info]philommeides
2010-09-06 04:43 am UTC (link)
Lia looked at Brighid, and said quietly, "For the record, no. I wouldn't say wrong. I've just been looking really great this week. I'm not complaining." She turned to Paul, Cassie, and Vince.

"Listen, of course there are illnesses that have physical manifestations, but there are chemicals that can produce psychedelic, psychotropic, and hallucinogenic effects without severe physical side effects, if any. There are hundreds of thousands of chemicals out there - are we saying we're ready to say that this is a transformation into Greek Gods before anything else?" She shook her head. "It doesn't make sense to me."

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[info]miaiphonos
2010-09-09 02:34 pm UTC (link)
Samuel had to laugh. Her own response was kinder, perhaps, than his own, but its meaning was no less evident. He picked up a nearby tray, emptied of its neatly cut squares of pita bread, and glanced at his reflection in its silver surface. His skin was deeply tanned, it was true; far deeper than it ordinarily might have been, giving him a bronzed and burnished appearance even a summer of nothing but surfing would have found difficult to provide. His hair seemed a bit shorter, more closely cropped as well. But these things were simple to explain away, as simple as they had been when he had noticed them in the privacy of his own home, while staring in the bathroom mirror with the fog of sleep still clouding his vision. It was a trick of the light, he had decided; he clung to this explanation even now, and looked back to his dining companions with a broad and boyish smile.

"These bruises," he announced, "look slightly less dark in my reflection. Although maybe they've just faded. It's been a few days since that ill fated open bar, after all. Still." He prodded at one dark smudge high across his cheekbone, feeling the answering prick of pain from the blow he'd taken in the fight. "If anyone wants to take a guess at what deity faded reflections of minor injuries makes me, have at it."

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