Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

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The Mansion currently contains one (1) goddess of love and beauty, who has been keeping to herself lately and is rather miffed that praises have not been heaped upon her while she's been absent.

Therefore, to instigate some interest in her work if not herself, she's set up a little gazebo in the Mansion's garden. It's lovely, shaded and airy ( Read more... )

Wherever Eros is it can be certain Psyche is not too far. Things always happen like that, don't they?

Naturally though, Psyche isn't aware of this as she travels on a fool's errand. She's not as beautiful as she used to be, at least not in her mind, though not a soul could deny that she isn't beautiful. Why else would Aphrodite be jealous of the ( Read more... )

Enter one young man, bright of hair and fair of face, with two wings (whiter than snow) at his back, and carrying a bow and arrow. He regards the room with amusement, then nods to himself.

"You all can call me Eros. I figured since mother was here, I'd show up too. How's it going?" Yes, it's that Eros, and just in time for Valentine's Day, too ( Read more... )

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The wind brings honeybees, it seems. Buzz, buzz. *grinning widely*

Excuse me, could I have the attention of all persons of adequate age who are not getting laid on a regular basis? HEY. YOU. ARE YOU HORNY?

( Cut for Adult content--minor crackplot, open post. )

Aphrodite appears, clothed in a soft pink dress that accentuates every curve on her body, her girdle clasped neatly around her waist.

Did you miss me? She smiles, sending a few coy glances towards -certain- men (and gods) she know will have. I am afraid I had a bit of trouble with typists...but that is all past now. Let us focus on more pleasant ( Read more... )

*with the help of her typist's resident artist boy, Allison wheels a curious chair into the mansion*


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*peeks around the doorway before entering, looking around carefully before sitting down, a breathtaking young man with a spray of anemones in his hair*

Hello, then. My name's Adonis. That's all.

Look, if you see Aphrodite or Persephone, don't tell them I'm here, alright?

Typist: From Greek myth. Prettiest prettyboy of them all.

Aphrodite.

Help. Please.