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Okay. I'm not going to say I did this. But let's say I got a ton of paint in my hair while I was painting a kitchen. For pretend. Make-believe. And shampoo is not getting it all out. Do I wash my hair with shampoo again or do I have to use, like, paint thinner or something potentially damaging? Not that I did this. Because I did not.

Zeus barely registered Hera getting out of bed. He realized she was gone because he felt the weight change in the bed, but that was it. He didn't really stir because why would he? It was normal to get out of bed in the middle of the night sometimes. So, he didn't do anything than to just roll over and pull the blanket up more over his head and drift back off.

At least until the sound of the bottle hitting the house. That woke him up. Then the glass hitting the floor only a moment later had him flailing a little to get out of bed. He almost fell out of the bed but managed to catch himself. He got tangled up in his pajama pants as he heard yelling from downstairs. No. No no no no no. He knew immediately who it was.

Then he felt it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that it was coming from Hera. Like the man now writhing on the ground, Zeus was momentarily overcome with a mad laughing fit. But, he was able to shake himself out of it and he ran downstairs. All he saw was Mickey being pushed back into the fountain and Hera hitting the ground. Thunder rumbled as rage filled him. What did that man do to her? He hurried outside as another clap of thunder echoed. He barely noticed movement off to the left, but it barely blipped on his radar.

He saw a twitch from the pile of man on the ground and lightning crackled over his skin. He lifted a hand and brought a massive bolt down on the already dead body of Mickey before turning to scoop Hera up and hurried her into the house. That was the important thing. He got her laid out on the couch and ran back upstairs to get his phone. He saw the text but the first thing he did was call 911. Then he called his parents. And only then did he go to his texts; answering Iris and sending off a couple of his own.


Group Text to Hephaestus and Ares
✉️ Your mother's.... I don't know.
✉️ Rhiannon's ex showed up.
✉️ I don't know what all happened, but, something did.
✉️ I can't wake her up.
✉️ I think she had a power surge.

Text to Ascelpius
✉️ Are you free to come to the house?
✉️ Hera had... well. I'm not sure what.
✉️ Possibly a power surge.
✉️ Rhiannon's ex made an appearance at the house
✉️ She... went Hera on him.
✉️ They wanted to take her to the hospital, I said we have a doctor on call (sorry)
✉️ She won't wake up.

[Immediately follows this]

{Iris had been burning the midnight oil, trying to finish some hanging threads for her two upcoming weddings. She was probably going to regret it later, but she was just about finished, and then she was going to sleep.

She'd been hip-deep in searching for string quartets, when she felt a sharp pain in her head, and the urge to giggle wildly built up in the back of her throat. It quickly flared, burning brightly behind her eyes, and then it was gone. She stood up, her wings flexing behind her on reflex, and ran outside in her pajamas, bare feet striking the cold cement.

The red light from next door was fading into nothing, and Iris pushed herself off from the ground, watching as Hera fell. She'd been about to rush to her aid, when a bolt of lightning hurled itself from the sky, turning everything around it into a charred ruin. The split in the air caused Iris to drift slightly, before she righted herself and returned to the ground.

She headed back inside, confident that Zeus would have things in hand for the moment. Still, that didn't stop her from sending some messages. After all, that was what she did.}

[Texts to Zeus & Hera]
Call me if you need anything. And I do mean anything.

[Chloris/Zeph]
Hera might need more looking after for the next few days.

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Don't ever presume to protect what is mine again. Do you know what your foolish "protection" cost us?

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Do you work on the holidays or do you take it off? I thought about taking the next week off, but I just don't... care much about Christmas. I'd rather spend it doing something that helps people. And keeps my mind occupied. I don't like to just sit around.

Awakened Gods:

Is it true that there is more than just me? I've heard rumors that I'm not alone. My name is Dikê. Please tell me I'm not alone.

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Texts: Persephone & Hades

- Iasion and I are home.
- Preparing to move in together.
- How are you and the children?
- Are you still up for dinner now that we are returned?

Texts: Iasion

- How is your mother?
- When is the funeral for your brother?

Texts: Zeus

- How is your family?
- I have not spoken to you much since waking up.
- I feel rude having ignored you such.
- Things have just been... interesting.

Texts: Hebe

- How are you my darling?
- I never properly thanked you for bringing me back to myself.
- If there is ever anything I can do for you, please let me know.

Is this... we didn't do this, did we? We can move out sooner rather than later if us being here is a danger to your household.

[Zeus]
I supposed we will not be having that dinner.

I generally like to refrain from saying we told you so. But in this case? We fucking told you so.

Prophecies aren't for shits and giggles. They're a warning of impending events so that something can be done. I would think that most of you wouldn't need to be reminded of this.

{Kings + Queens}
Alright. Take two of this. Do you squabbling kids think you could play nice for an afternoon and we can discuss what could be done if, us forbid, this happens again?

This is what we saw coming. This is what we tried to warn about. I don't know what could have been done. But something. Don't ignore us again.

filtered to hebe, chloris, iris, zephyros (backdated to 11/15)

my mortal parents are hosting thanksgiving. of course, you are all invited and i would love for all of you to be there with us.

they know about hera and i, though. so, they may either assume or ask questions. it's your decision on whether or not you want them to know if you are one of us, or if you want them to just think you're a normal mortal.

[Friends/Family - literally almost everyone so feel free]
With everyone speaking of Thanksgiving and making plans for the national holiday, I would like to cast out my first invite to my friends for my Makahiki celebration. It is a Hawaiian Thanksgiving, or harvest festival, and I wanted to share that with everyone.
It is normally held on New Year's Eve, but I was thinking it could be early December instead. Historically it is a four-month festival, but we shortened it to a day to reflect the similar holidays of the US.

Filtered to Hera, Persephone, Amphitrite, Poseidon, Hades, and The Fates

Things have to change. There is so much in fighting and we need to stop it. So, I'm proposing a meeting between all of us, and the Fates.

They had a prophecy tonight and if we continue on the direction we currently are? Well, let's just say that Kronos will win. Again. And I'm pretty sure that none of us want that.

The meeting will be held this Saturday at our warehouse at Noon.

[It's a typical day for Clotho. She's behind the shop counter, assisting the occasional customer and playing on her phone. It's almost too normal. That is, until her vision starts to go blurry. She'd chalk it up to stress, if it weren't for the fact that her knees are about to give out. That's never a good sign.

She screams for her sisters, and Lachesis is down the stairs barely after the sound has faded. She manages to catch Clotho before she falls, just in time for her eyes to go unfocused and far away. Ladies and gentlemen, the Maiden has left the building. Atropos and Lachesis trade worried looks, because they know whatever's about to come out of Clotho's mouth isn't going to be good.

'The ties that bind are breaking.' The voice that comes out of her mouth is still Clotho's, though weighted with the authority of her age and position. 'Ever on and on, brother against brother, and sharp tongues will be the match to set the Mountain burning. The ashes will give forth nothing, and the wave of gold will sweep the land.'

Having said this, her eyes roll back into her head and the lids fall closed, and Lachesis looks up at her sister, dread all over her face. All of them can count on one hand the times they've given prophecy, and it was never a good sign when they did. They needed to tell Zeus. Immeditately.]

[Zeus & Hera]
We have a problem.

Zeus
It's Hades.
I'm sorry you're a dick and I made you cry.
Seriously, are you 12?
I'm sorry.

Demeter
You were right.
The past can't be changed.
Truce?