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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Fire Pit

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

The boar is roasting, or if you're into more modern vittles, there's steak, and chicken, and even a few ducks roasting over the flames. Then again, just skip the main course and go for dessert - there are skewers and ingredients for s'mores just waiting.

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

[God, I apologize in advance.]

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!"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's eyebrows lifted as his forest was engulfed, and he waited patiently for the...show to end before stepping forward to take Apollo's hands.

"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."

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

Apollo couldn't help it; he snickered. Oh, but he hadn't been in this good of a mood since...he couldn't even remember. He grinned, squeezing Pan's hands warmly and nodding.

"Thank you kindly, my dear one. I was a bit hard pressed, but I did what I could with what I had, naturally." Glancing around, he cocked an eyebrow. "I see you decided to take me seriously, then. Kudos."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan shrugged. "If I throw a party, it shan't be half-assed," he said with a grin, leaning forward to snag a piece of roast duck off of the bird closest to them and popping it in his mouth.

"I'm glad you came," he said, squeezing Apollo's hand with a rare bit of affection. "It wouldn't be the same without you, of course, since it was your idea."

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

Did someone say s'mores? Upon arrival at the party (just because he tries to stay out of whatever is stirred up by other gods doesn't mean he forgoes parties, after all), Aeneas follows his nose and heads right for the food. He's going to get his hands on the good stuff before someone else does. Starting with dessert. In a matter of a few seconds after locating the fire, there's a marshmallow on a skewer, well on its way to becoming perfectly toasted.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned as he sat down by the fire's edge - and Aeneas - and unwrapped a square of Valrhona chocolate, popping it in his mouth. "Hello, Aeneas of Troy," he said, with his mouth full. "Dessert first? A man after my own heart."

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

"I heard a wonderful bit of wisdom once," he said, turning the skewer to allow the flames to reach the other side of the marshmallow and toast it evenly. "Life is uncertain. East dessert first."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned at Aeneas, stretching his legs out as he skewered his own marshmallow - homemade, and soft and fluffy. "Life is uncertain," he said as he stuck his marshmallow into the flames. "And chocolate generally tastes better than almost everything else. You should try the dark chocolate with raspberry," he added. "My favorite."

[the_cupbearer]

There is what appears to be a young boy--he is not by any means young--watching him lazily; oh, he does recognize this one. He's only half-lit by the firelight, but the silver of his jewelry gleams.

Watching Aeneas, especially as he knows precisely who it is, amuses the hell out of Ganymede, to be frank.

[trojan-hero.livejournal.com]

Even though his time of being caught in the middle of whatever the gods were up to was over, he had never really gotten rid of the ability to sense when someone is watching him. Although he does not know who the boy is, Aeneas knows that if he's at this party, then he is quite likely more than he appears.

He finishes up the last bite of roast boar and heads around the fire in the boy's direction.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede watches him approach as if he doesn't care, but he quirks a small smile as the man comes close enough for him to read a facial expression.

"Hello there."

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[betoher.livejournal.com]

Persephone was trying not to judge on the poor, poor animals sacrificed to fill their stomachs. She put her PETA hat on her vanity before she came. Wearing black ballet flats and a red wrap dress. Golden strands were pulled into a messy, stylish French braid headband while leaving stray hair to frame her face. Lashes batted together as she sipped some Pomegranate tea, content to just stand there roasting some marshmallows with her free hand to make some smores. Sure, it was gelatin, but she really couldn't say no to smores, PETA or not.

Re: Fire Pit

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Persephone," Pan said from behind her, and then he stepped around to face her, the leaping flames at his back as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "It's lovely to see you in my forest, cousin," he added. "I hope you're enjoying yourself."

Re: Fire Pit

[betoher.livejournal.com]

Persephone gave him a warm, pleasant smile. "It's pleasant to be here, cousin," she responded, offering a gentle hug in acknowledgment. "I'm afraid I shall not partake in the dancing; I fear Artemis is the dancer, not I."

Re: Fire Pit

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure that's not true," Pan said as he popped a marshmallow in his mouth. "Someone as lovely as you couldn't possibly not be graceful."

Re: Fire Pit

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede stands in front of the fire in surprisingly modern clothes--Italian by design though they're simple blue jeans and a white shirt half buttoned, cuffs carelessly undone. He's still as beautiful as he ever was as he watches the flames dancing, pulling a now-thoroughly-melted marshmallow off a skewer, and eating it straight off his fingertips.

It really shouldn't look as outright sexy as it does, but then this is Ganymede. He can hardly be anything else.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan turns at the sight of a new arrival, and his eyes go sharp and hot as he eyes his newest guest. It's Ganymede, and as beautiful and as sensual as he's been since Zeus stole him.

The air is thrumming with lust and desire and heat, and Pan walks forward, his hips swaying with every step as he sets a slender hand on Ganymede's hip and leans in to pluck a marshmallow out of the basket before them. He dangles it over the flames with his bare hand and whispers in Ganymede's ear.

"I can't tell you how happy I am that you were able to make it to my little party, Ganymede."

[the_cupbearer]

"Pan," he greets, with a small smile that belies his age, thrown over his shoulder as casually as ever. "It has been long indeed since I have seen you."

The boy still half-purrs his words, voice low and sensual as it escapes perfect lips that fall into a gentle pout of their own accord, watching Pan's free hand. Ganymede is certainly no stranger to casual sex, especially among this crowd. "What have you been up to in the last seven hundred years?"

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

Selene never was able to say no to s'mores... Or anything with chocolate, really. The moon goddess picked out a little black dress for the occasion, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she gathered the ingredients for her s'mores on a plate.

And then, perhaps, she'd look into mingling with the others.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

He could have just set up a giant fire pit with buckets of Aunt Hestia's marshmallows, and the party would have been just as successful, Pan thought dryly, turning to watch the slender moon goddess fill her plate with chocolate. "Selene," he said smoothly. "It's been some time."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

Sweets always made for a good party, after all. Selene had been distracted by a piece of chocolate, sucking on it as she filled her plate with the rest of the necessary ingredients. Distracted enough that she'd hardly realized who had been nearby...

Who had just spoken her name, causing her skin to prickle. Wide eyed and blinking, she turned to Pan, smiling just a little. As much as she could, that is, with a piece of chocolate sticking out of her mouth. She removed the offending food from her lips, licking the excess chocolate off. "Pan!" she exclaimed at last, her cheeks burning. "It's been far too long."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

Upon arrival at the party, Nemesis had intended to head straight to the bar (because, after all, what was a party without one?), but, as soon as she caught sight of the marshmallows and chocolate by the fire, those plans changed. Making s’mores took precedence over everything else. It didn’t take her long after that to find a seat by the fire, skewer a marshmallow, and make one. Or four.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan flopped next to one of his favorite cousins and slapped his hands over her eyes. "Guess who, Nemi," he murmured, and grinned.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure it's a good idea to be doing that when I have a stick with a flaming marshmallow on the end of it?" She tried her best to sound annoyed, but the look on her face completely contradicted it.