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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[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

Selene shrugged her shoulders and set the plate of chocolate aside after he helped himself. "I'm just being honest..."

She tucked one ankle behind the other and glanced back at him thoughtfully. "Do you often attend parties and sit by yourself?"

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

He leaned over to her as if to tell her a great secret, but simply smiled and replied; "I don't often attend parties darling."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"Now that's tragic," Selene replied, shaking her head.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it just dear? But I am used to it." He waved a hand of dismissal and sighed as he leaned further into the cushion he was perched upon.

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"What a horrible thing to get used to," Selene sighed, leaning forward to grab a glass of wine. She offered him one as she did so, then took a long sip before settling back into the cushion.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Morpheus declined lightly, he had already enjoyed one glass and for him that was more then enough. At least when he was in Pan's back yard..." I hardly find it bothersome Selene."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"You also tend to overwork yourself, Morpheus," Selene countered, studying him over her glass. Sliding the shoes from her feet, she pulled her legs onto the cushion and tucked them off to the side.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Morpheus made a humming noise of acknowledgment as he ruffled his hair in thought. "Oh bull, I work just as hard as others-if it wasn't for us workers the little mortals would go mad."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"A little harder than others... And in some very lazy instances, a lot harder than others," Selene giggled into her wine. She leaned over and rested her head against his shoulder. "Still, I know arguing is useless... And no way to spend the only party you'll be attending this century."

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Oh hardy har har. Speaking of work, I'm going to need you to clear my appointments Monday-I have an all week appointment with some dignitaries, and it's going to take every bloody part of my conscience to take care of it."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

Selene peered up at him through heavy lashes, smiling and taking yet another sip of her wine. "Of course, boss," she assured him. "You may have to remind me on Monday, though."

She wasn't a lightweight by any means... But the atmosphere of Pan's party was enough to make her want to sleep for days. She nestled herself in his shoulder a little more. "Is there something I can do to help, aside from clearing the schedule, though?"

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Morpheus hummed in thought for a moment as he absently lay his head on hers. "Just make sure everyone will be alright with me canceling-if not there's a list of temporary shrinks we can direct them too. Can't have the poor mortals thinking we've abandoned them."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"And then if they don't want a temporary shrink, I'll reschedule them for the next week... Mortals can be delicate creatures, after all... I'll do my best to take care of them," Selene murmured as she swirled her wine in the glass.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"That's my girl." Sighing Morpheus gently began to sing an old Greek sea chantey as he stared, transfixed into the dancing fire.

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"Mm, well, I've learned from the best."

Selene closed her eyes as he began to sing the chantey, lacing her fingers with his sleepily.