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

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's an annoying responsibility," Pan said as he blew his flaming marshmallow out. "If I don't schedule it, I won't do it, and then I'd just be bored when all my toys were broken."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

Nemesis leaned back, and nibbled on her piece of chocolate. "And we can't have that, now, can we?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan. lifted a brow. "Absolutely not. It'd be a tragedy of epic proportions, truly." He smiled and reached forward to pull a bit of duck off the fire. "For everyone else, at least. I'd not be bored anymore."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

"Oh, really?" Nemesis looked at him, amused. "Any why's that?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned and moved on to the boar, because wild pig was still pig, and thus a thing of excellence. "Chaos, Nemi. Chaos is fun. For me, at least." The fear and terror that'd run rampant, he thought, and sighed.

"Of course, eventually it'd lose it's novelty, which is why I go ahead and restore order." He has very sad eyes that he fixes on his cousin. "It's hard to pretend to be an adult."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

"But you only have to pretend every once in a while, which isn't so bad." She pointed out, grinning. "Imagine having to do it all the time."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan looked stricken, pausing with a slice of boar on his plate. "Nemesis," he said after a moment. "That's a horrifying thought. That's like the dreams Phobetor sends me when I've annoyed him."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well, horrifying thoughts can be a specialty of mine, sometimes." She laughed. "Comes with the job."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned back at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe you should be encouraged to not think those, darling," he said as he offered her another piece of chocolate. "It's a party, don't torture the host."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you insist." Nemesis smiled, and gratefully took the chocolate. "No more torture."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"I'm most grateful," Pan said, and his eyes twinkled in mischief as he popped meat into his mouth. "Unless you want to do some more mutually satisfying torture. I might have some interest in that, Nemi, love."