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[bull_roarer]

The god of wine looks pleased as he sits oh so comfortably in one of the squishy arm chairs so thoughtfully provided by the Nexus.  No bottle with him today, but attention is drawn to his hip flask by dint of it being a bright pink, and also by the fact that his jeans ride low on his hips.  Or perhaps it's the flask that draws attention to his hips

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[bull_roarer]

Zoe blinks at the strange lizard fellow.

He shrugs and leans over, offering fingers for...smelling. Or climbing. Or nibbling. But not eating, he does not taste good. (The Titans are dirty evil liars on this)

[bull_roarer]

"Do you have any input on the subject?" he asks, rubbing a fingertip along the top of Gerald's scaly head. He's not stupid, and enough of his family have turned people into animals enough times for him to recognize it when it happens. And if it turns out he's wrong, the lizard's probably intelligent if it's wandering around a place like this.

[amaya_smythe]

Amaya only had to ponder on that question for a brief moment. "Oh! I would be the Goddess of Love." She says, flashing her bright smile.

[bull_roarer]

Dionysus grins back at her brightly, but his nose wrinkles. "A common answer. Unimaginative. Though I'm sure it's true," he adds graciously, giving her a sweeping bow while still seated because...well he's awesome like that. "Someone suggested being my personal assistant, for example, after I brought up the Goddess of Things That Get Stuck in Drawers." He taps his forefinger against his pursed lips.

"We can start with 'love', though. Would you be the goddess of the love between a mother and a son? Between two women? The love of a white picket fence and two and a half children?" His eyes glitter, amusement.

[amaya_smythe]

Now you have made Amaya frown. "Well, I guess I didn't put much imagination into it." This causes Amaya to take a finger and repeatably twirled her hair around it.

"How about something like. . .love of sea creatures? Everyone should love the puffer fish, right?" Amaya was quite amused at her own answer, but serious.

[bull_roarer]

"It's not a thought provoking question," he'll allow.

Zoe laughs and claps his thigh. "Perfect! Too true, the puffer fish live their lives in a sad lack of love."

[metody_green]

Metody pauses, his stuffed animal frogs hopping around him in a colorful circle of oh-god-my-eyes bright Hawaiian print.

- and oh, there is such irony here, given that the young man is a scrap of a irretrievably broken and dead god, the theological equivelent of a corpse-twitch and the slow stages of death moving from lingering tissue to tissue. All that broken power has to go somewhere and where it went was partly Metody -

"With - er, the understanding that in no way is this a request or agreement to have what powers I do possess altered in any way whatsoever, regardless of entitlement - um, sorry, no offense meant, but with some of the things wandering around here - it'd be kind of cool to be the god of healing or healthy growth."

Instead of the bones of a dead god. The young man is as alive as any human, but he's also the skeleton of a corpse. There's even a piece of the mind there, so broken it's impossible to tell the original shape, but still vast. And rotting.

[bull_roarer]

Where does he get these bright bright patterns, Zoe must find out. Some time. Some day.

"Oh no offense taken, if I thought I'd started accidentally made a dozen new gods by my question...hWell!" He's not quite sure what he'd do or what would happen to him, but...well...uh...yes. That.

"That's an interesting phrasing." Empty-headed expression over his eyes, he tilts his head and considers Metody. "Healthy growth?"

[metody_green]

He buys them in the Nexus, then he embellishes them while learning French from children's TV. What, you think those palms sequined themselves? And those hula girls were bare naked before he stitched on their (tiny) bikinis and swaying skirts of strands of hanging beads.

"Well, yeah. Cancer is growth. So is decent into psychopathy, by some definitions. A non-native species invading a new and vulnerable environment is growth, too. And so is infection. I'd rather be healthy, harmonious growth. Maturity, healing, learning."

[bull_roarer]

"I'm sure cancer grows healthily. You know. For cancer." But he does know what Metody means. He nods and smiles at the young man. "You've thought it through before?"

[sable_mind]

"Oh well there's a tricky one." He taps his chin and thinks for a moment. "Probably god of night life and such. Everything happens at night. Parties, lovers, crimes, everything. Well, everything interesting. Well... most interesting things."

[bull_roarer]

"Would you be anything specific or just all the night life?" This is important.

...Okay it isn't really he's not taking notes or anything but it's still important. "You strike me as a very night life sort of person," he says thoughtfully. "From what I know, you know, and it's not much really, but from our earlier conversation."

[sable_mind]

"All of it, I wouldn't want to limit myself, after all. And I'm glad you think so." He does straighten, almost preen at the comment. It's too easy to get him to preen.

[bull_roarer]

"Yes, yes...are you the one who told me about plans for a party lasting over several days, or having attended one, or was that someone else?" Pursed lips are thinky.

[doomthedew]

Oh, it's that cute wine-maker guy who seems to smirk a lot! ... and has very nice hips. And a very pink flask.

Dennis can definitely stop to answer his question. He bounces on his heels a little as he thinks. "Uhm, well... I suppose the God of Vending Machines would be appropriate. Oh, or the God of Protection for Poor Defenseless Machines!" Honestly, what did people's computers and TVs ever do to them to get smacked like that.

[bull_roarer]

:D it is his pretty princess flask.

"Poor Defenseless Machines?" Curiosity piqued, Dennis. "Are they so defenseless that they need protection? What are they in danger from?"

[doomthedew]

It's totally awesome. Though Dennis could never wear it, uh-uh.

He nods vigorously. "Oh, absolutely! People hit them because they stop working, but it's not the machines' faults." This is one of his few Soap Box issues. "I mean that's like... that's like hitting a puppy when it's crying, even though it would be all better if they just fed the puppy."

[bull_roarer]

No, no. Green doesn't go well with pink no matter what anyone says.

"True enough, although I do not think that machines have as much of a feeling of it as would the puppy," Dionysus points out, eyebrow raised. "Though I'm sure you'll tell me I'm wrong," he adds dryly.