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Arcadian Forest Party
This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.

At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.
"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.
The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.
"Let the games begin," Pan said.
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fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.
"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.
The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.
"Let the games begin," Pan said.
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Fire Pit
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The fire suddenly roared, leapt high into the boughs of the forest's mighty trees, then expanded into a sheeting wall of flame. From deep within the flame's center came the galloping of heavy thundering hooves, accompanied by the shrill neigh of four massive stallions.
Separating from the licking flames, the team of plunging horses galloped onward until they broke free of the fire's constraint and both stallions and the chariot they drew plunged through the flame's barrier, skidding to a halt in the middle of the forest's floor. Holding their reins, clothed all in brightness and fire, was Apollo, Olympian deity, Bringer of Light.
He lifted his hand and spoke a single command to the still-plunging team; they each cocked their heads and hearkened unto his mighty voice, finally falling still in their traces. With a flick of his head, the deity dismounted his fiery chariot and spoke another word, at which the stallions reared and once more plunged back into the fire's embrace.
Turning on a heel, Apollo casually flicked a bit of ash from his sleeve and beamed at his cousin, holding out both hands in a gesture of pure delight as behind him the rays of Immortal Sun beamed, crowning their Patron with warm radiant light.
"Pan!"
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"Cousin," he said as he stepped off a branch and into the fire pit. "Smashing to see you again. And the entrance. I give it an 9."
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Watching Aeneas, especially as he knows precisely who it is, amuses the hell out of Ganymede, to be frank.
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It really shouldn't look as outright sexy as it does, but then this is Ganymede. He can hardly be anything else.
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And then, perhaps, she'd look into mingling with the others.
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Pandora is playing "Come and Get It" by AC/DC. It's a shipper.
lol! Nice! We're onto you, Pandora radio... >>
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Blackness swirling at her heels, she moved with effortless grace across the forest floor, finally alighting next to the gleaming wooden counter where the satyr bowed low and inquired her pleasure. After coolly asking for a rich red wine, Nyx leaned back and draped one ivory hand along the edge of the bar, waiting for the others -who they might be- to arrive.
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Yet she was more than confident as she leaned over the bar and ordered the strongest drink possible. Might as well have a little fun.
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I completely love your PB, can I just say that. OMG.
Baw! Thank you! :D She has all the best expressions. XD
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So she beelined to the makeshift bar with, well, of course, satyrs, and asked, "Could I have a screwdriver, please?"
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He's avoided his kind for several years, and for a moment he paused to lean against a tree and survey the possibilities.
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He had cracked open a beer and was seated stiffly on one of the cushions. The sky god didn't look entirely approachable, but neither did he look completely standoffish.
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Instead, he just reclined into the cushion, making no attempt to hide his open ogling of men and women alike as he sipped at his wine.
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But a part of him had managed to give Phobetor the reigns for a night, and he had shimmered into the scene by walking through a rather heady fog. It was one of his favorite ways to make an entrance-not too flashy, and it didn't draw too much attention. But it also, according to his brother Phantasos 'was bitchin.'
Straightening his tie Morpheus takes a seat far from the crowd, if asked he'd be tempted to say he prefers to observe rather then participate. but is quite likely he was hiding.
Ohai~
Hullo darling<3
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Still there is some comfort to be found in Arcadia's beauty. The cities of men, she had learned, sprawled far and wide across the earth; to escape to a place of natural beauty did some to quell the uneasiness she felt by being isolated from so many surrounding people.
Quietly, she finds herself a bench and watches the others with detached curiosity. Her hands absently touch the bark of the fallen tree beneath her; its familiarity is a small comfort.
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