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!]

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[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"I have a wide array of acquaintances," Pan said dryly as Lysander made him his requested gin martini. "Whatever you like," he said airily as he sat on a stool.

He surveyed the forest, looking incredibly different than his normally quiet seat. "Well, you know me," he said as he gave the surroundings an approving grin. "I can't resist a good challenge."

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

"Scotch on the rocks," was requested, then the deity of light plopped down atop the seat to Pan's right, turning to survey the rest of the party area curiously.

"Mm, I see you do. Although, just let me know if Father happens to show up so I can dive under the nearest rock." Green eyes rolled. "I'm in no mood for lectures or posturing tonight, especially with him."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan paused for a moment and then snorted into his martini. "Oh, please, Apollo," he said. "You don't think I actually invited Zeus did you? Everyone else, mind, but not Captain Thunderpants."

He fished out his olive and popped it in his mouth, raising his brows. "But if he should gate-crash, that might be interesting," he said. This was his domain, Pan thought, and Zeus might find himself less all-powerful in Arcadia.

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

Apollo scoffed back. "Do you think he gives a damn whether or not he's been invited, cousin? He goes where he likes and to Tartarus with anyone to speaks otherwise." Granted, Zeus barging in here might be a spectacle worth the seeing, but Apollo had no desire to witness it tonight.

...maybe later, in another thousand years or so.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Of course he doesn't," Pan said with a sharp grin, taking another drink of his martini. "He does go where he likes, and is quite the asshole if he's blocked." He shrugged. "Of course, by many accounts, I am older than he, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

He swirled his drink. "He has to find us first."

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

Tossing back the first Scotch, Apollo slid the glass back for another. "I don't think the world's ready for that brawl, thanks." Snerking, he picked up the fresh glass and tapped a finger against its smooth surface.

"Well, if you do decide to get into it, give me a week's warning first. I'll be checking the classifieds in another galaxy, see if they need any patron gods in a distant universe."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's grin concealed his slight surprise at the compliment, and he inclined his head. "I don't think I shall be beating down your father anytime soon," he said, nodding to Lysander. "We've managed a lovely pattern of avoiding each other completely, and it'd be a shame to disrupt it, don't you think?"

Then he shook his head. "Gods, listen to us," he said. "A party, and we're talking about Lightning Brat."

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

"Hey, they gossip at parties. It's one of the things to do."

But he slithered off the stool, stretching as he stood up. "But right-o, you have guests to see and I have...other things to do." Of course that wasn't a naughty smile just then, nooo.

Apollo picked up his glass and, touching his fingers to his forehead, gave his cousin and jaunty salute and meandered off, no doubt to cause some sort of well-meaning trouble elsewhere.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned and lifted his hand in a returning gesture. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said as he sipped his martini. "That ought to leave the field of possibilities wide open, coz."