[Patroclus was tired. Having realised that his relationship with his cousin (with Troilus of Troy and there was no point ignoring that stark truth) was irreparable and having endured a painful time at the party (a zombie-psychiatrist with a taste for brains; perhaps he'd look back and laugh someday), he thought he might do something to cheer ( Read more... )

[Between the mysterious beings outing Ares as her father to anyone who cared to listen to them, nearly getting killed by said father, surviving the hotel only to get dragged to a wacky costume party and chased around by some strange monster, Pheme was looking forward to some quality quiet time. Oh sure, her wings were awesome and she loved being ( Read more... )

[The last week was indescribably strange to Castor. Stranger than most of his weeks. Having experienced death time and time again, it wasn't a new concept to him -- but his current body didn't know that sort of pain. Waking up in that alleyway with searing pain running up his limbs, and especially up his spine, was a new sort of torture, torture ( Read more... )

[Ever since getting to the hotel, Pheme had been having a glorious time flitting and fluttering about. There were so many people here, and all of them were doing such fantastical things - it was quite possibly the most amazingly scandalacious party the little goddess had ever been to ( Read more... )

[Ares was not going to play these stupid ass games. His own real life stresses had effected his time at the fucking hotel and he wasn't about to attend some fucking party put on by their tormentors. He didn't want to see a damn soul from the forums. He had fights to attend to on Halloween. But there was no choice when it came to what they wanted, ( Read more... )

[Filter: Menelaus]

Husband number 1. Where are you now?

There is a man creeping in my bathtub.

 ( I can’t talk to you the way I’ve wanted to )

[voice; Helen is happy and drunk]

One tequila, two tequila~

All aboard the Mene express~ except I don't want to go for a ride. That's okay, he has his whores to go down on a ride~

three tequila-

[there is the sound of Helen falling over- oops]

floooooooooor~

Scanning through this place I totally know what my bestie Ms. Emilia was talking about - pretty much all y'all are boring. You should work harder to become awesome like me and the people I think rock socks. Like today, I totally outed this bully who was harassing my new gay BFF Cedric. We bonded over having messed-up old-school names. Anyway, big ( Read more... )

Now, this post has a dual purpose. I'll begin with the fact that my mother called yesterday and asked if I had a job yet, and when informed that no, I most certainly do not, I could hear her roll her eyes on the other end. In conclusion: I need a job. I have no idea where to start. Castor would also like to let everyone know that if anyone wants/ ( Read more... )