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When Aphrodite went to sleep Tuesday night, she was in her little stucco hut, snuggled in her little bed, curled up beneath the covers.
When she wakes up Wednesday morning, however, she's sitting up in a chair.
It totally doesn't make sense. She's pretty sure she didn't get drunk last night. In fact, she didn't drink anything stronger than juice. And yet here she is, waking up in a chair she doesn't remember sitting in. It's way far out.
Aphrodite attempts to stand even as she's opening her eyes, and when she finds she can't, it jolts her into full awareness, her eyes flying the rest of the way open. It doesn't take more than a cursory glance to see just what chair she's trapped in. Hephaestus' chair. The chair she was trapped in the day she found out he'd loved her for centuries. The chair only he could free her from. But he can't free her now, because he's dead.
A second after realizing where she is, Aphrodite starts to panic.
"No," she murmurs, tugging fruitlessly at the metal band encircling her midsection as tears spring to her eyes. "Help! Somebody, help!" She needs to get away from this chair. She can't be in this chair. She's finally gotten to the point where she thinks she can actually entertain moving on and now this thing has to show up, this heinous eyesore, oh, who is she kidding, this gorgeous piece of craftsmanship made by the god who became her husband, the god who was killed by Xena. Aphrodite still remembers that feeling, the moment he died, like her life force, her very essence had been ripped in half.
She misses him so much.
[Aphrodite is on the main path just out in front of her hut, which is located not far from the compound, directly to the west and north of New Atlantis. The chair looks like this and she is wearing this (not the Hercules outfit shown in the screen caps). It'll take a bit of force to get her out, but it shouldn't be too difficult since the whole 'even Zeus couldn't get out of this chair' thing no longer applies. Open for new tags through the weekend, no limit.]
When she wakes up Wednesday morning, however, she's sitting up in a chair.
It totally doesn't make sense. She's pretty sure she didn't get drunk last night. In fact, she didn't drink anything stronger than juice. And yet here she is, waking up in a chair she doesn't remember sitting in. It's way far out.
Aphrodite attempts to stand even as she's opening her eyes, and when she finds she can't, it jolts her into full awareness, her eyes flying the rest of the way open. It doesn't take more than a cursory glance to see just what chair she's trapped in. Hephaestus' chair. The chair she was trapped in the day she found out he'd loved her for centuries. The chair only he could free her from. But he can't free her now, because he's dead.
A second after realizing where she is, Aphrodite starts to panic.
"No," she murmurs, tugging fruitlessly at the metal band encircling her midsection as tears spring to her eyes. "Help! Somebody, help!" She needs to get away from this chair. She can't be in this chair. She's finally gotten to the point where she thinks she can actually entertain moving on and now this thing has to show up, this heinous eyesore, oh, who is she kidding, this gorgeous piece of craftsmanship made by the god who became her husband, the god who was killed by Xena. Aphrodite still remembers that feeling, the moment he died, like her life force, her very essence had been ripped in half.
She misses him so much.
[Aphrodite is on the main path just out in front of her hut, which is located not far from the compound, directly to the west and north of New Atlantis. The chair looks like this and she is wearing this (not the Hercules outfit shown in the screen caps). It'll take a bit of force to get her out, but it shouldn't be too difficult since the whole 'even Zeus couldn't get out of this chair' thing no longer applies. Open for new tags through the weekend, no limit.]
