Arcadian Forest Party

[askmenosecrets]

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.

[Notes: Everyone in 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!]

Comments

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

Having eaten his fill of marshmallows and chocolate and various kinds of meat over by the fire, Aeneas moved on to the intoxicating beverages. Drinking was something he had never had to gain an appreciation for -- he'd had access to liberal portions of wine almost from birth. So of course that was what he asked for after approaching the bar. Something red and undeniably Greek.

[falconvengeance.livejournal.com]

Horus had found his way over to the bar, managing to avoid any sort of awkward small talk with any of the other gods the entire way. Once there, he tapped the counter to get the attention of one of the satyrs. Not one for fruity and overcomplicated drinks, he paused for a moment before telling the bartender, "A Trojan Horse, if you please." Only then did he spy Aeneas at the end of the bar and realized the irony.

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

He had been a lot of places, and seen a lot of things, but he had never heard of a drink like that. "What exactly does that one have in it?"

[falconvengeance.livejournal.com]

"Half a beer topped with half a cola," Horus replied. He had a certain fondness for beer, more so than any other type of alcohol. After all, he'd been around when it was invented.

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

"I might have to try one of those sometime." At the least, because it would be amusing.

[falconvengeance.livejournal.com]

A small smile graced Horus' lips and then was gone again. Never let it be said the god didn't have a sense of humor. It was just a very tiny one.

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

"Where did it get a name like that?" Drink names didn't usually make sense anyway, but he was curious.

[falconvengeance.livejournal.com]

Horus shrugged as he drank. "I've no idea, but I'd like to imagine a drunken frat boy who was also a history major thought himself terribly clever when he named it."

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

"The truth about what people actually know about history would fit in a thimble," he said as he swirled the wine around in his glass. "Not that any of them will ever be aware of it."

[falconvengeance.livejournal.com]

"Give them some credit. Not everyone has the advantage of eternity to look back on what has some before them."