#event:02

[mcyme]

FOR: @herarhearp​ ​WHERE: SURROUNDING ISLANDS; WHALE-WATCHING TOUR WHEN: 2130.02; WEEK ONE; EARLY MORNING

Artemis had been right. For a tour that touts whale-watching as its main attraction, there is a distinct lack of whales out in these waters. Unsurprising though—not even Poseidon can command nature to yield to his whims, at least, not yet. “It’s nice here,” he comments idly, forgoing a bland greeting with his mother this time as he joins her by the boat’s railing, leaning over to rest his elbows against the cool metal.

And it is. Much as he may dislike the uncle that rules this domain, there is a certain appeal to Pontius beyond its technological advancements. Something freeing in all the open space to be found, salt and wind in your face as you drift aboard a monolith entirely beyond your control. He can see why she’d choose this place to weather out the storm that is the Rhea family’s latest major scandal.

“I’m guessing most of my siblings have already bombarded you since arriving,” he turns to her finally, peering at her closely and trying to see past whatever masks she may be hiding behind. “And I’m sorry for dragging it out again, but you know I have to ask. How are you doing?”

She’s always been damnably good at slipping in and out of the roles she’s both assigned and assigns herself, something he’s watched from afar in equal parts awe and discontent. It seems time hasn’t made him any better at judging where her feelings lie. “Promise I’ll drop it if you really don’t want to talk after this.”

[ofredxdrakexrobins-blog]

Tim was acting like more of an idiot then usual and this was peak idiocy especially for someone who at least tried to be intelligent in the way that he did flicking on the voice modifier “If you make a move riddler i will break your spine “Bruce's suit felt comfy yet foreign to him either way as long as the situation held on he was batman “So come in quietly “

@riddle-me-that

[mcyme]

FOR: @prcmethevs WHERE: SURROUNDING ISLANDS; BEACH WHEN: 2130.02; NIGHTFALL

If anyone had told him that in two weeks time he’d be sitting by the water’s edge, sharing a bottle of scotch pilfered from the open-bar with Prometheus of all people, he’d have checked them into the nearest hospital for taking leave of their senses. Yet here he is, doing exactly that, and wonder of all wonders, they are actually playing civil—no bloodshed so far, barbs and knife edges tucked away behind backs for the night. The Fates do have a strange sense of humor.

The quiet lasts for only a minute though, a blink in the eternity that has been the drag of the days since arriving on Pontius, before both of their phones go off with the familiar ping of a new notification. Another fire to be put out, another crisis that needs diverting—it seems to be all he, all either of them, has been occupied with lately.

Not without good reason, to be sure, but he’s taking an unofficial night off. Short of someone actually dying, there’s nothing that will be pulling him away from here and now. He doesn’t bother even checking what the update is, lying back against the sand and closing his eyes. Prom can get this one. “What’s the damage?”

[mcyme]

FOR: @ohartemis​​ ​ WHERE: SURROUNDING ISLANDS; BEACH WHEN: 2130.02; AFTERNOON

The sudden revelation only two weeks ago that Zeus has been having an affair with Hephaestus all this time had come as a shock to everyone. They’d barely been given any time to process the information before the tabloids picked up on the piece, the story spreading like wildfire and taking on a life of its own the more people speculated. And now, they’re all gathering again far too soon, meant to play friendly for the cameras that are pointed as much at the parties involved in the affair as their immediate family in hopes of additional drama.

So it is that he finds himself slowly making rounds with those siblings that came with them from Olympe, checking to make sure none of the volatile ones do irrevocable damage to themselves or others, and the introspective ones don’t turn in on themselves so much they spiral somewhere he can’t reach.

He finds Artemis by the water’s edge, unusually quiet and still and looking smaller than he’s seen her in years. Not since her fight with Apollo nearly twelve years ago—a row that had brought her all the way out to Arcadia to find him for a weekend—has he seen her like this. Unsurprising. He’s the least affected by the news, but given how close the rest are to their parents..

“Have you had a chance to talk to your mom yet?” as always, subtlety is not his forte. Best to rip the band-aid off and get to the core of the issue. “Or father?”

[mcyme]

FOR: @dionysusrhea​ ​ WHERE: the HELICON DECK WHEN: 2130.02; LATE EVENING

“You got into another fight with her,” it’s not a question, nor is it judgement—at this point, it’s simply become the crux of all their mother-daughter interactions. He finds her out on the deck some time in the evening, or does she find him? They end up next to each other, spectators caught on the fringe as the lights around them come to life to replace the setting sun. There’s an illusionist putting on a show at the Stage who he watches without seeing.

He doesn’t pretend to understand how their relationship got to be like this, nor does he want to get in between any of his siblings and how they perceive their parents. But if he’s honest, out of all the issues the family’s had over the very long years they’ve all been subjected to one another’s nonsense, this seemed like the one that should have united them. It certainly seems to have done the trick for most of the others.

Then again, Hera and Dionysus have the longest history together out of all of them, that has to count towards something. “Care to talk about it?”

[cassbrookes]

“Mayra helped me with it. She insisted that a red rose means classic true love and that me and you are classic true love. If it’s itchy or gets in the way, you don’t have to wear it. But since I can’t rent a limo or take you to Outback Steakhouse, I figured I’d hit the cliches where I could.”

[mcyme]

FOR: @icarusfclling ​WHERE: the KALAVRIA DECK; ICARUS’ ROOM WHEN: 2130.02; WEEK TWO; POST-MIDNIGHT

This is not how he imagined the end of the summit going for him—tired, restless, just about out of good-will and hauling the dead-weight of one Icarus Volati across Pontius. What in Chaos they were doing to end up passed out in one of the lounge chairs on the main deck, he doesn’t want to know, but past altercations aside, they are still from Olympe, and he has a job to do. He hadn’t smelled any alcohol on them at least, but it’s hard to tell with other substances. Hopefully, all they need is to sleep off whatever it is that’s put them in this stupor.

It’s with substantial relief that he finally makes it into Caro’s room. At some point after leaving the bustle of the deck area, he’d switched from lugging them over his shoulder to carrying them in both arms, both for convenience—he’s not about to go digging through their pockets for the key—and for a sentimentality he’d rather not place. Perhaps it’s a lingering pity for what all they’ve had to put up with since the new year began.

Setting them down on the bed, he pulls up a chair and sits back to monitor the situation. If they still don’t stir in the next ten minutes or so, he’s going to have to go looking for help. “Fates you make things complicated don’t you? All the same, you’d better not be dead..”

[mcyme]

FOR: @hephaestusgalani​ ​WHERE: the AUDITORIUM; BACKSTAGE WHEN: 2130.02; AN HOUR BEFORE PANEL STARTS

There is no rhyme or reason to how the antagonistic nature of their push-and-pull relation came to be, none that he chooses to dwell on at least. Since day one of crossing paths, they simply have not been able to see eye to eye on hardly anything. Fortunately, the difference in age guaranteed they wouldn’t have to be caught in the same room together more than twice a year at most, a fact he’d been happy to contend with up until a departure made the time apart more permanent.

Now though, he’s beginning to wonder if the Fates have a personal agenda to fulfill, to force him into close proximity with Hephaestus seemingly at every presented opportunity—making up for lost time or lost connections neither is keen to recover. If it hadn’t been for the fact this is also Circe’s panel, and he’d promised to show in support, he might’ve turned around and walked back out the auditorium. But alas.

He decides not to bring up the affair. Why bother beating a dead horse? No doubt his siblings and media flies alike will have plenty to say to them about the matter, assuming they haven’t already been put through the wringer at least ten times over since the week started. So perhaps, this time at least, he’ll cut them some slack. “You ready for the presentation?"