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msg_ina_bottle December 17 2010, 08:32:53 UTC
Far be it for him not to show up to support his partner in crime, even if every bone in his body rails against this. But the beach is nice, even if he chooses to show up in the most costume he can imagine.

"I'm not giving you a gift," he said as he moved up to Loki's side, "my very presence should be plenty enough for
you."

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trickster_loki December 17 2010, 14:15:48 UTC
Well, Loki does look upon the costume with more than a little appreciation as Hermes approaches him. Then Loki grinned, a twinkle in his eye. "I suppose if you aren't giving me, I won't have to give you anything either."

He was not above bribing Hermes to have a good time.

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ishtar_inferno December 17 2010, 16:54:36 UTC
Though she couldn't rightly recall how many times she'd met Loki, if at all--an ageless existence and your memory starts to blend a little here and there--Ishtar had received an invitation which, in her mind, was charming as could be. Taking that into consideration, and coupled with the fact that the Babylonian goddess never turned down a party anyways, well...

Ishtar appeared at the to-do with a tiny entourage of humans, all of whom she soon sent off to do as they please. A small silver parcel was tucked in her elbow, a box that practically blended into her metallic gown--a loose, breathy fabric that shimmered and left just enough to the imagination to make weaker men sweat. Greedy eyes swept over the drinks as she stopped by the gift table to deposit her package, and she briefly entertained the thought of mingling before drinking.

Yeah, right.

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trickster_loki December 18 2010, 01:49:15 UTC
That's why one should mingle while drinking. Especially when the host himself is offering you the glass.

"I'd say 'welcome to my humble abode' but that would be a lie seeing as there is little humility in this place and it is hardly my abode." He grinned, "but you are certainly welcome at my party, Lady Ishtar."

Never let it be said he couldn't be gentlemanly!

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ishtar_inferno December 18 2010, 07:36:53 UTC
Beaming ear-to-ear, Ishtar accepted the glass with a nod and a half-curtsy. "It's as though you read my mind, my good trickster. And I was positively flattered to receive your invitation."

Ishtar lifted her glass to her lips, glancing about and taking in the party appreciatively.

"You could make a Roman green with envy--how perfectly decadent, you do know how to throw a good party!" Big, mournful eyes were flashed up at him before she shook her head and took a proper sip of her drink.

"It truly is a lost art."

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trickster_loki December 20 2010, 15:43:06 UTC
"Well, I would be happy to extend you an invitation to visit me any time you like, flattery not required." Unless, you know, she wanted him to flatter her. He could do that too.

As for the other, he just grinned, "and now you flatter me," but he doesn't look modest in the least. More like smug.

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bringsthelight December 18 2010, 02:39:29 UTC
Oh, the invitation was so definitely Loki. Apollo had chortled to himself after finding it stuck somewhat haphazardly in his potted corn plant. Nevertheless, he wasn't one to turn down a family gathering, never mind that this particular family was even stranger than that of his immediate relatives.

So, rolling his eyes as he does so, he stepped outside and through the "magical doorway", mouthing the ridiculous phrase as he does so, blinking as he emerged in Loki's domain. Hn, looked somewhat familiar, although he knew the Trickster had no intention of duplicating that beach in the Aegean.

The Light Bringer did, however, quirk a curious eyebrow as one of the girls immediately bustled over and inquired his pleasure; biting back the first snark that sprang to his tongue, Apollo simply ordered a Scotch on the rocks and let her toddle off, strolling about with a bemused air, taking it all in.

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trickster_loki December 21 2010, 01:36:58 UTC
And there's Loki, standing beside Apollo, his voice amused and warm in the Light Bringer's ear. "Like what you see?" But he wasn't, for the record, touching Apollo anywhere.

And the beach actually resembles Tahiti more than anywhere on the Aegean, so they're both safe in that respect.

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bringsthelight December 21 2010, 08:14:25 UTC
The Grecian quirked an eyebrow. "Passable," he granted with a nod. Apollo knew far better than to give Loki the benefit of the doubt; or even the benefit of anything. But that didn't stop him from grinning back, giving his Norse cousin a little salute with the whiskey glass.

"Impressive, I gotta admit." If there was one thing gods seemed to do well, it was throw parties. ...along with smite and bring about catastrophes, of course.

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trickster_loki December 21 2010, 15:25:12 UTC
Loki laughed, "and of course you must admit it, lest I be horribly, irrevocably offended."

Not that he would be, really. Most things like that he lets roll right off his back, most of the time. But there's no sense in telling Apollo that.

"Anyway, darling, please have fun. Eat, drink, be merry. Ogle the girls. Mingle, all the good stuff. I'm sure we'll catch up again."

But for now, he has to melt back into the party and greet his other guests!

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flashy_magic December 18 2010, 02:48:19 UTC
"Now this is a party!" He checks out a passing server.

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trickster_loki December 20 2010, 15:43:34 UTC
And the passing server takes a moment to check him out in return, with a flirtatious wink.

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foamrisen December 18 2010, 04:32:53 UTC
Like Aphrodite needed a reason to enjoy a party. She would have preferred the reason to not be a mingling of holidays she hardly believed in, but then again, she was fairly interested in any kind of holiday in which she received presents. Showing up in a tight red dress with a sprig of mistletoe in her hair, she swiftly snags a glass of champagne, downing it before taking another so that she could herself mingle with the guests.

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raith_wraith December 20 2010, 15:48:54 UTC
Thomas hadn't really figured the invitation that had appeared hanging from his showerhead to be legit, but some sense of whimsy had prompted him to give it a try. Luckily (or perhaps not) for all involved, he'd waited until after he'd showered and dressed again to speak the words and thus found himself here on an enchanted (quite literally) beach in the presence of gods. Among others.

"Wow."

Though that might be more reserved for the rather fetching blonde passing him just then than for the rest of the scenery.

Considering that he hadn't taken the invitation very seriously, he hadn't made much of an effort to dress in a festive manner. His hair was still damp from the shower (but managed to look artfully mussed and curled as opposed to just neglected), and he wasn't wearing any shoes. He was, at least, wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a loose, white silk shirt, mostly buttoned.

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foamrisen December 21 2010, 14:12:43 UTC
Aphrodite paused at the word and gave the young man a brilliant smile, stepping over with a slinky pace, her body moving just the way it needed to to catch the eye. He was cute, more than cute. There was something about him that she couldn't quite place and she felt transfixed. It was altogether a new sensation for her. She loved attention, so of course she stopped to give her hello to the young man who had spoken.

"Why hello." she purred, extending her hand. "Don't you look comfortable..."

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Thomas and Aphrodite just seems like bad news for anyone in the vicinity :) raith_wraith December 21 2010, 15:38:51 UTC
He was quite good at being transfixing, even when he was attempting to be on good behavior in unknown surroundings. He was still himself and she was still beautiful and interested, which made it easy.

So he took her hand, his fingers cool on hers, and kissed the back of it, courtly-fashion. A handshake just hadn't seem right somehow. "It's the shirt," he said, grinning, "something about silk."

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