Leo Paulson // Mr. Wednesday // Odin (mrwednesday) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-07-10 03:13:00 |
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Who: Leo Paulson and OPEN to all Resistance members and invited guests (feel free to join in the toast, or start subthreads of celebration and intrigue, etc.)
What: An evening of revelry for those on the right side and assurances of loyalty
When: Saturday Night (uh, slightly backdated.)
Where: A penthouse in the Valhalla building in Chicago
My kind of people see your kind of people like bees. It's like bees and honey. Each bee makes only a tiny, tiny drop of honey. It takes thousands of them, millions perhaps, all working together to make the pot of honey you have on your breakfast table. Now imagine that you could eat nothing but honey. That's what it's like for my kind of people...we feed on belief, on prayers, on love. It takes a lot of people believing just the tiniest bit to sustain us... Take the analogy further, it's honey wine. Mead... Concentrated prayer and belief, distilled into a potent liqueur. - American GodsThe party was, as far was Leo was concerned, a rousing success. He always had a knack for finding the most interesting people to associate with. It was less subtle as of late, but then time was growing short. Even the reincarnate of a god could feel his age. If he didn't stir things up, enough to get a big boost of devotion and attention, the old god could only do so much for him. He would fade, or vanish, just like his family had. With enough power though, he might be able to find them and return them.