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vatheon2013-06-09 10:39 pm
thewinedude) wrote in vatheon2013-06-09 10:39 pm
Entry tags:
Heroes and gods (Open)
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!))
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!))
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"Perhaps I've been too impatient to believe this place a reprieve from our current quest. It does have a very peaceful air about it. I'll get to work on a plan for dealing with any monsters as soon as we stop talking."
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"When you come up with a plan, be sure to brief your friends so there's less chance of Leroy overreacting and messing something up. Treat this as part of your quest, and take it seriously so no one gets hurt." Mr D had no idea what quest she was on at the moment, but there was no way he was admitting that. It was enough that she was taking him seriously and calling him "sir." There was no reason to sully that respect by admitting ignorance.
Dispensing advise was not really his strong point, so Mr. D waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Is there anything else you've learned about this place that's not in the brochure?"