Heroes and gods (Open)

[thewinedude]

Who: Mr. D (grumpy wine god) and anyone who wants to pester him
When: daytime, current day.
Where: the Plaza but possibly anywhere else in the city, too.
Style: action brackets or prose. Whichever.
Status: Ongoing and open

The longer he was here, and he obviously hadn't been here long, the more Dionysus was convinced that this was his own little pocket of Tartarus. He couldn't remember off-hand how he could possibly have pissed off the Big Three enough to deserve this. Not recently anyway. And never all of them in conjunction. Even drunken gods have a sense of self-preservation.

And yet here he was. Alone. Separated from his wife, his wine, his son(s)... even his overbearing father. He was still somehow in charge of looking after ungrateful half-bloods, and this time there was no Pac-Man to distract him. Even a normal deck of cards eluded him. If this wasn't the eternal torment of the most grievous of sinner, Mr D didn't know what was. Give him a rock to push up a hill any day.

So the displaced wine god did whatever a normal person did in times of great strife... he sought religion. Or whatever passed for religion in this place. He'd heard talk of Lamufao, and it was really only proper for Dionysus to present himself.

(...He hoped Lamufao wouldn't think he was being inconsiderate for visiting while dressed in dark purple sweatpants, purple running shoes, and a leopard-print shirt. And for getting a little lost along the way.)


((ooc: Feel free to approach him in any stage of his "going to see Lamufao" excursion. Open to all!))

Comments

[thewinedude]

Mr. D scowled at the mark, Don't ask where his is located but at least he wasn't scowling at Leo anymore. The god didn't like encountering unknown supernatural stuff that he wasn't responsible for himself. But to keep the coral happy? Keep the place from flooding? Seemed fine by him.

"In your expert opinion," was that sarcasm or not? "are things in working order?"

[fundemetal]

Leo chose to ignore the emphasis on expert. Just the way Mr D said it came off as insincere. "I didn't sense any problems with it, so yeah, they are."

[thewinedude]

It pretty much was insincere, but there also was no way the wine god himself was going to be getting involved in the mechanical mumbo-jumbo that his barely-related half-brother god of the forge was into. It was layman's work. Mr. D respected it, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. If Hephaestus' kid could take care of it, really, it was fine by Mr. D. Better than drowning.

"Good. I'll have you know, if there are any problems with it later, I'm holding you personally responsible." Until he could find someone better to blame, that is.

[fundemetal]

Great. That's just what he needed. More pressure from Mr D. He already felt a great deal of responsibility for the coral due to his work on it. If something were to happen, he'd beat himself up pretty good over it, but having Mr D also ready to do so was a lot of pressure.

"Uh... there were 8 other people working on it. Shouldn't they have to shoulder the blame too, sir?" Yeah, that was probably going to get him into trouble again, but he couldn't take the words back now. At least he'd remembered the sir.

[thewinedude]

The only motivation is that Mr. D himself did not want to drown. He couldn't care less about Leo's personal feelings of responsibility. ...although the heroes' godly parents might get a little mad at Dionysus if the children died.... This was such a hassle.

"The eight other people will have to answer to their own gods, I assume." He'll let the backtalk slide this once.

[fundemetal]

Leo nodded. There wasn't much else he could say to that which wouldn't anger the god. Somehow he knew telling him that likely some of the people involved didn't have or believe in gods was probably not the best of ideas.

"Is there anything else you wanted to know?"

[thewinedude]

Mr. D gave Leo a hard, scrutinizing stare as if he were trying to read the demigod's mind to see if he was up to anything. There was still a streak of disrespect, but it seemed all heroes were like that towards the gods nowadays. Teaching them all how to behave was way too much effort, and he risked pissing off his divine relatives.

The fact that Leo simply shut up and nodded finally earned him a pass. "That'll be all for now. I've got my eye on you, Leroy. Don't let me catch you showing off again." And he means that. If you must misbehave, just don't let him see.

[fundemetal]

"Sure thing, Mr D." Leo gives him a thumbs up and scampers out of the plaza before Mr D can change his mind.