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]

Two satyrs are waiting with the tools and materials for any - and we do mean any - intoxicating beverage you might desire.

[madethenight.livejournal.com]

She came from the shadows; one moment, all was darkness, the next, it parted to allow its matron mother entrance into the Arcadian forest. Nyx glanced about, a small smile on her lips, having heard the god's call to his relatives. Such an entrancing lad, Pan.

Blackness swirling at her heels, she moved with effortless grace across the forest floor, finally alighting next to the gleaming wooden counter where the satyr bowed low and inquired her pleasure. After coolly asking for a rich red wine, Nyx leaned back and draped one ivory hand along the edge of the bar, waiting for the others -who they might be- to arrive.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Climbing the trees was nothing to him, and a moment later he was inside and nodding to Demetrius, who had a glass of rich whiskey in front of him without a word. "Nyx," he said with a bright grin. "It's nice to see you in my neck of the woods."

He looked amused at that - his neck of the woods was all the woods, of course.

[madethenight.livejournal.com]

"Pan," she replied with a nod after her first sip of wine. One sharp eyebrow went up in a bit of cynical amusement. "Forgive me, was I not invited? How terribly rude."

But deep indigo eyes twinkled nevertheless; she'd always been fond of the Arcadian, despite his shenanigans. Indeed, his antics were always amusing, no matter their circumstances.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed, tipping his head back as he sipped at his whiskey. "Everyone's invited to my parties, Nyx," he said. "You know I've never gone in for exclusivity. It's simply not my way."

He swirled his drink in his glass and raised an eyebrow. "But it has been some time since I've seen you, Queen of the Night."

[everyblackdog.livejournal.com]

The offer had been made to walk by the lady's side and, for all intents and purposes as far as the black dog is concerned, it had been accepted. In truth, Pan's gathering is not the sort of place Cerberus would chose to go willingly. But there was the likelihood Lady Night would be in attendance, as well as his master and mistress.

When he arrives, it is as a young man clad in a black coat, its collar turned up against his throat to obscure the bottom half of his face. The smell of revelry cloys at his nose but it is not difficult to sniff her out in any case. When he approaches, he bows his head to her lowly. That same show of submission he'd given her once before -- such a small creature in the presence of the Night.

[madethenight.livejournal.com]

Of course, she sensed the lad when he first arrived, his presence still thick upon her skin. Turning but her head at his approach, she noted the automatic submission; it was pleasing, this show of fealty. Nyx thought back to times long before, when primitive Man had worshiped her in earnest, beating cadences to her glory from dusk till dawn. It had been heady, then.

But now, she extended her hand in acceptance, wiling Cerberus to approach her side. The corners of her lips turned up, deep indigo warming in her gaze.

"I'm glad to see you, child," she intoned quietly, dulcet voice ringing with a husky timbre. "Come, sit with me."

[everyblackdog.livejournal.com]

"Lady Night."

He does not hesitate to do as she requests, though he does growl at the satyr that soon approaches from his station behind the bar. Cerberus had no mind to drink or desire to eat anything that was not given or bade by his masters. In that way, again, he was a very good dog; a faithful servant through and through.

That she smiles at him seems to beat back whatever flash of irritation had come with the satyr's presence. Shirking of his coat, he folds it over one arm. Beneath it there is more black clothing. Surprising in no way beyond its tidiness -- arguably unnatural for a dog. He inclines his head towards her glass of wine. "Does the evening's entertainment suit you?"

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

Nemesis couldn’t resist a trip to the bar, and she smiled when she found her mother there. She stopped at the opposite end of the counter to order a drink, before walking over and taking the seat next to Nyx. “Hello, mother. You're looking well."

[madethenight.livejournal.com]

Sensing her daughter's approach, Nyx already had a slight smile on her pale countenance. Nodding in greeting, she held out a hand to her child, saying quietly, "Hello, love. Why, thank you. I could say the same, and am glad to see you tonight."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

The smile on Nemesis’s face grew at her mother’s comment. “Likewise. Are you enjoying yourself?”

[goldendiscordia.livejournal.com]

Perhaps alcohol wasn't the best choice for the goddess of discord, it only made her all the more likely to try and start trouble. But it wasn't as though Eris particularly cared if she started a fight at this party. Torn up jeans, a band t-shirt three times too big so it was hanging off her shoulder... Her hair a wreck.

Yet she was more than confident as she leaned over the bar and ordered the strongest drink possible. Might as well have a little fun.

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

Certain people tended to catch his attention. Or rather, certain beings who, like himself, had coalesced over the countless centuries from the primordial to the modern. Was that- it was. Eros smiled a little more sharply than usual and the firelight sparked in his eyes as he wandered too casually over to the bar and leaned against it.

"Hello, Lady Strife," he greeted his primordial cousin, giving her a very obvious once-over. "You look lovely tonight."

[goldendiscordia.livejournal.com]

Eris straightened as she heard the voice... That familiar voice. Her grin, just short of wicked, spread as she turned to face her cousin. "Always with the flattery, Eros," she mused, her voice raspy, as she took the drink the tender handed over.

Her dark eyes inspected him closely as she took a long sip of the drink. "And you're not looking half bad yourself."

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[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

"Of course, Eris. Always." He grinned as Lysander slid him a gin martini. "You're too kind. Looking for trouble tonight?"

[addiesands.livejournal.com]

When Pan asked her what her pleasure was, she only had one thing on her mind: alcohol. And lots of it. She was intimidated by being around all of these deities, and she knew that a screwdriver would help.

So she beelined to the makeshift bar with, well, of course, satyrs, and asked, "Could I have a screwdriver, please?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"I'll switch to bourbon," Pan said to Demetrius, and sat as the satyrs made their drinks, turning to Addie. "You're friends with Apollo," he said easily, "but we haven't met before."

[addiesands.livejournal.com]

"Ah, no. I haven't met any other deities but Apollo. I'm Addie." She stuck out her hand for a handshake, but paused. While Apollo had shook her hand the first time they had met, she didn't know if that's how other deities acted, too.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned and shook her hand. "Pan," he said. "But you probably figured that out already."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

"Make it two." Eros smiled easily as he leaned against the bar. A mortal at this gathering was unusual, though hardly unwelcome, and he was curious. "Hello. We haven't been introduced. I am Eros."

And he looked it, hair disheveled and shirt only half-buttoned, with a fresh bite-mark on his collarbone and a decidedly satisfied expression.

[addiesands.livejournal.com]

"You most certainly are," she replied as her eyes took in the dishelved clothes and the bite mark and she failed at suppressing a grin. "Addie Sands." She held out her hand - she was getting just a bit more comfortable here.

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

Eros laughed, entirely shameless, and pressed a rather ostentatious kiss to the back of her hand before shaking it with a sunny smile. "A pleasure, Addie."

He didn't release her hand but tucked it into his arm as he picked up her glass and handed it to her. "I'm so curious to hear all about you. How did you end up here, of all places?" He certainly hadn't expected to run across any mortals at this particular party.

[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?"