Episode IV: A New Hope (in a jar) - part 1

Quick update: I'm exhausted so excuse the brevity. Eternal youth does not come with eternal energy, sad to note. I dropped Hera back in Seattle. Hades is near-recovered and awaiting news on our escapees, and Artemis vanished shortly after we discovered all those footprints.

I arrived in New Hope, PA this morning. I am quite concerned so I wanted to give you guys an update. On a hunch, I stopped to check on Pandora. Her pottery shop is closed and looking in a window it looks like a small tornado went off in there (that is an analogy, not literal, people. I don't think, anyways). All her jars are smashed to bits. There's a note saying it's closed. I've been asking around town to see what's up but no news yet. I'll scope out her apartment after dark.

If there was ever a more likely candidate to have released all the immortal things that go bump in the night... And Epimetheus was her husband, remember. Maybe that's too literal. I hope it's too literal. As far as I know she, like Dionysus, has only longevity, not immortality, and I'd hate to... well, you know the rest.

-Athena

Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs...

Well baby I hear the blues a' callin... Thank Gaia for sitcom reruns. I will always associate Seattle with a crazy shrink and his celebrity call-in patients. And it is crazy! The Emerald City, Seattle - it is a great nickname for the place. I already feel like I stepped into the Oz, off to see the Wizard..ess? Wizardess? I can make up words, I'm allowed.

Hera's great to put me up, and it'll be good to have another set of eyes up at Tartarus to figure out what in Hades happened up... Hades, right! Yeah I hope he's ok. Anyways, I'm barely coherent. Too much driving, too much time alone in a car with nothing but Epimetheus's head to talk to.

And we'll leave straight off in the morning again! Nice to have a real shower and sleep in a real bed. I'll try to save up that feeling for when we're pulled over at a roadside motel in British Columbia - if we're lucky.

-Athena

From Middle America in an Automobile

I am no stranger to long road trips, of course, or long trips in general. I've been the long way 'round to the west coast by boat, long ago. But nothing pleases me more than a long solo road trip in an automobile. This counts as solo, as Epimetheus's two parts are happily at rest in the trunk. Ah, cars! The automobile is a miracle of human ingenuity, and damn fun. It represents autonomy and freedom. Everyone wants to know that if they had the guts, they could just get in that car and drive away into a new life.

I, of course, do everything backwards, and am instead driving to an old life. I should be in Seattle on Thursday, and I have a feeling Hera will want to see the situation at Tartarus enough to wrench herself away from corporate life.

-Athena

Reflections on Hindsight Being 20/20

I slept til 2 today. Cuttin heads off takes it out of me.

Joking aside, that was really rough, but oddly fulfilling. Dionysus has summed it up pretty well, despite his unappreciative nature towards my skilled oratory. The only part he left out is how freaking messy it gets.

I do love it. I hate to admit it, but if I must be honest with myself, I love being in charge, and I love feeling I accomplished something. for 50 hours a week, every week, for thousands of years, I have a regular job and purposefully make as little impact as I can. And every once in a while my actual skills are needed. It is good to feel needed.

I have Epimetheus's head in my freezer. Poor bastard. He's just got no, no pun intended foresight. Well, he is getting better. He didn't pick up the matches this time. He's switching up his M.O. and that's encouraging. Maybe after he takes this nap we can put him in a rehabilitation of a sort. I wish his brother would see to him.

I've cleared vacation time with my boss and will be heading out tomorrow for a road trip with both parts of him, making a beeline for Seattle. From there, Alaska. To find out what happened at Tartarus and that messed up paralyzed town.

-Athena

Meeting Tonight at the Delphi

If you check this and not your phone: Xipe, Heph, Aphro-we're meeting at the Delphi tonight at 11 to discuss the new development.

I'm not thrilled about all this. Who actually saw this person, anyways? What's she look like? Could she be a government plant? They might know about a mass paralysis before the news did.

Was the tripod moved again?

-Athena

Review of comedy night at the Delphi

Mortals can be a comedic delight. Well so can we. Sun-Wukon is in town for a business conference, and full of saki and mirth, he brought the house down. Love that little monkey man. Almost made us forget that guy. What was WRONG with that guy? The one with the butt stuff that just would not end? By Midas' ears that was one odd mortal.

Oberon was a big hit, he is such a little prince-dog. If he were required to follow the passing laws he would fail miserably, he lives for worship. Thanks for making us go, Aphro.

-Athena

Headin' out

Ditty called to remind me it's comedy night at the Delphi. I am trying to get out of the apartment more, and even the dog seemed to be urging me to unwind a little. His beady little eyes ask me, "I can has mommy with a social life?"



We sit in the back and try to remember better jokes from 2500 years ago and mostly fail and end up laughing with the mortals more than at them. We used to be so elite...