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echo-echo31 · 8 months

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Entombed | Zion x Naga!Alpha (Chains Series AU)

MASTERPOST

A/N: I have no excuses for this.

Warnings: monster fucking, mild body horror, dubious consent, venom, hypnosis, use of master, threat, android fucking.

He'd heard the rumours, of course. Ever since the Blue Screen Event, people had made up legends and horrifying stories about what may have caused it…about who may have caused it. He didn't think the story about the android was connected. It seemed logical to Zion, that a higher life-form capable of upgrading itself would aspire to something greater than just a humanoid figure. Evolution was capable of incredible things and, despite the fact that many of his species decided to believe otherwise, homosapiens were definitely not the most advanced lifeform on Earth.

It's this line of thinking that has him interested and then fixated on the stories about an android that had made itself into hybrid; an anthropomorphism that created terror for any who encountered it. Zion could definitely see the benefits of such upgrades - the vomeronasal system and rectilinear locomotion among other things would be extraordinarily advantageous. Not to mention the possibility of venom and all it's potential uses…

This is why Zion finds himself at the entry to an abandoned Google HQ. All the buildings connected to the manufacturing, testing and selling of androids had been destroyed by either the government or the androids themselves after the Blue Screen Event. It was very common to see their ruins in cities like these; even those that were living under relatively benign android coups still had a few of these relics, left undisturbed. The building is paradoxically intimidating, despite it's abandoned state, and Zion takes a deep breath in before climbing the stairs to enter.

Once inside, he mentally thanks himself for bringing a torch. The debris and lack of electricity mean that the tall atrium is left in semi-darkness. What could have been gaps for sunlight to get through have been filled by nature's reclaiming. Creeping vines, moss and even a few young trees infiltrate the space like a disease. Or maybe the concrete and steel was the disease, and nature was it's chemotherapy.

He's reminded of the myth of Perseus and how the Greek hero invaded the lair of Medusa, only to cut off her head. Thankfully, he's not here for such a violent act, but still, he can't help feeling like he's in a monster's lair. And he doubts this hybrid android will do anything as gentle as turning him to stone.

The light reflects something shimmering in the darkness and then there's a clattering of metal on concrete as the torch falls to the floor. It takes Zion a few seconds for his brain to understand what he's seeing, even as the object is illuminated by the light now pouring out across the ground. Zion kneels, slightly afraid the cracks in the concrete will groan and weaken as he puts more pressure on it. Upon closer inspection, Zion can see the long, pointed tip of a fang. It's slightly translucent, the dirty graphite of the floor murking the almost pearl-like texture of the solenoglyphous tooth. Zion has seen plenty of fangs before, having been on the middle school trip to the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles. He remembers the gift shop having replicas of viper fangs; an impressive size for a relatively small creature. The zookeeper in the reptile department said vipers could have fangs of up to 2 inches. So, he supposes he's a little surprised when he finds the small fang on the floor, barely an inch long. In fact, he's so engrossed in his discovery, that he hasn't noticed the sound of thick coils rasping against the concrete around him.

"Hello, human,"

A voice, hinting at the artificial enough for it to sound wrong somehow to Zion's brain, silthers from the darkness somewhere behind him. It's only then that the rasping sound becomes noticeable to Zion, and when accompanied by the glint of something in the light, makes his attention snap to the sight of scales. They seem grey at first - the colour of gun metal - until he sees them moving. Then, as they stretch and undulate across the concrete, he finds that there's actually iridescent blue radiating off them. Of course, once he sees this, his whole surroundings start to divulge it's secrets. A sudden scraping of metal against rock, and Zion turns expecting to see the rest of this creature, gaze still lowered to the floor. He is met with the sight of scaled metal, however, he's forced to tilt his head back as they melt into a mess of exposed wires, haphazardly glued together with what looks like flesh.

Zion feels his heart-rate quicken and the hands holding him up start to shake as his eyes guide him upwards, despite his brain not wanting to interpret any more of what's in front of him. Despite the chaos of the connection between flesh and metal, this gives way to a smooth, almost perfect torso. The muscles strain to keep the rest of the upper body risen-up above him. Then, he sees the glow of the eyes. Electric blue shining out of the darkness like a promise of terror. It's such a contrast to the pitch black, that he can't make out the features or expression of the clearly humanoid face. Zion knows he can't run, yet his body's response to adrenaline - to stay still like a mouse before a viper - won't help him either. So he runs.

Quickly, it's clear to him just how screwed he is. The serpentine coils seem to be blocking his path in every direction and his fearful brain interprets this as the hybrid being huge, its tail winding into the distant darkness, neverending. He manages to jump over the scaled body that's directly in front of him, almost catching his foot on the trunk as thick as a tree log. His prey instinct has truly taken over, finding the debris utterly confusing and terrifying. Like a startled deer on a highway, he doesn't think, just runs wherever his feet take him. As long as it's away from that thing. Of course, he never really stood a chance.

He feels his weight start to tumble towards the ground before he sees the coil blocking his path. His body braces itself for the impact. hands flying in front of him to try and break the inevitable fall…but it never comes. Instead, he finds himself pulled backwards as the serpentine tail seems to wrap itself around him. Quicker than he can fight back, Zion finds his arms immobilised by strong muscle. If he were in a less panicked state, he might have noticed that the scales are almost soft, however the adrenaline in his veins prevents any form of coherent thought above acknowledging the peril he's in.

"There's no need to rush, human. You don't have to leave so quickly," The voice is back, slowly getting louder as it's source gets closer. Again, Zion is struck by the unique sound it creates; how something both monstrous and mechanical can cause such fear in the depths of his stomach.

Slowly, he feels himself being manipulated in the prison of coils and turned around. Despite the instinct to squirm and resist, Zion only feels them squeezing tighter around him. Preoccupied as he is, a shocked gasp escapes him as his chin is gripped in a large, taloned hand and his chin forced upwards. Electric blue eyes seem to burn him as they stare; there's some blemishing and scrapes on the face, but otherwise it'd be impossible to tell that the skins is synthetic. Apart from the fact that it's covering the most perfectly sculpted face he's ever lain eyes on.

"Such a small, weak little thing," The android states, a slight amusement in his voice that makes the hair on the back of Zion's neck stand on end. It tilts it's head to the side, as if considering him. Probably pondering how to get rid of him.

"P-please…I-" It's harder for Zion to speak than is comfortable. The combination of terror and the rythmic compression on his torso means breathing enough to formulate words seems to be a struggle. Still, he needs to get his point across, to convince this thing that he's not a threat. "I'm just here…for r-research…no harm…"

To his surprise and alarm, the android laughs at his statement. It's enough to show off the large, translucent fangs similar to what he'd found on the concrete…except infinitely more terrifying whilst attached to the monster itself.

"As if a creature like you could harm me," It seems to scoff at the mere idea, a long, forked tongue flicking against a fang. Zion shudders as much as he can at the sight, thinking of all the modifications this android would have had to self-inflict to become like this.

"And yet…" It's grip on Zion's chin loosens, the talons grazing a path down his neck. Zion once again tries to squirm, "You do hold the knowledge of where I am…meaning you cannot be allowed to leave this place,"

The panic is acidic in Zion's veins now. His futile attempts to free himself of his binds becoming more frantic. He's about to plead for his life, maybe shout enough that someone outside the building might hear, but too soon his noises are muffled by what seems to be the very tip of the serpentine tail as it wraps around his neck and covers his mouth.

"No need for that, small thing," The android almost croons, it's eyes seeming more and more like the last light Zion will ever see, "Fortunately, you are the first human to wander into my lair for a long time. And although I am above human needs, my modifications do make me crave something,"

The way it says the last word makes it sound almost like a reptilian hiss. Zion closes his eyes, expecting death at any moment. Yet, he finds his eyelids still screwed shut as a wet, tingling sensation begins to blossom at his jaw. At first it's confusion that replaces the terror; like the light of an explosion; silent but all-consuming. Then the shock wave hits. At the same time Zion realises the android is in fact kissing at his jawbone, the coils entrapping him seem to shift in a particular way that makes him conscious of his body once again and how it feels.

"Argh!" The moan is more of a cry, the shock of the feeling exploding within him all at once. He can't begin to understand his own body's reaction, why his blood seems to be pounding in his ears, why his dick is hard. It honestly frightens him a little, but there's not enough time for him to do any in-depth self-reflection.

"Good boy," The android praises, as apparently this reaction was exactly what he'd been waiting for.

It's a sudden, sharp, stinging pain that wipes everything else clean from his senses. If he'd ever imagined what being bitten by a snake felt like, it would be the words unpleasant and painful that would have come to his head first. After about thirty seconds, this was neither of those things. It's as if someone had reached into his brain and told his hypothalamus to go into overdrive. Suddenly, Zion feels as though his whole body is on fire with need, and yet at the same time, his vision starts to go blurry and he feels his muscles go loose, making his head loll to one side. He hears the android speak and it's not like before; terror has been replaced with serenity.

"That's it, baby boy. There you go," Zion moans, open and desperate, as the coils press against him once again. The feeling of being trapped, of his bindings rubbing against his body, and especially how they cause friction against his rock hard cock. That only adds to the violent need. He feels like he's going to start drooling, and is struggling to find the reason why he shouldn't be enjoying this.

"Doesn't it feel good? Don't you want to stay with me, pretty thing? Stay with Alpha?"

His intoxicated mind rejoices at hearing his capture's name, and it almost instantly falls from his lips as Alpha rocks him, making his cock rub against the coils in a way that sends addicting pleasure up his spine.

"Alpha! Mm…please…" He babbles, getting more lost to it as the android keeps up the movement. Soon enough, he knows he's going to cum, and the thought seems to spark some kind of rational thinking back into his brain. He's trapped here by a monster android, who will probably kill him after he is done satisfying himself. This is so fucking insane. It feels so fucking good.

"I…I can't…please…" He murmers, half-dazed, before Alpha hushes him. it seems he had managed to curl himself around so that Zion's back is to him once again, and soon he feels the tingling pleasure of him mouthing at his neck.

He's pleading even as his first orgasm rips through him. If he wasn't entrapped, he's sure it would have bent him in half. His eyes screw shut and a loud, almost feral shout erupts from his throat as his cock twitches it's last. Now, there's no escape, he knows it.

"Good boy, what a pretty sight that is," Alpha hums, grazing his fangs up the side of Zion's neck in a way that has him whimpering pathetically.

"Now you're ready to satisfy me, sweet thing,"

Zion could question whether it was the venom or something else that makes that statement sound so fucking glorious. He could, if any of his mind was left to guide him towards any one thought in particular.

"Mmm…please…Alpha!"

He whines as the coils manouver him once more, not liking the fact that it takes him further away from Alpha's mouth. He hears his master chuckling, and then starts to chant in some form of encouragement as he feels something rough and throbbing graze his ass.

"Yes…yesyes…Alpha!"

"Mmm…you'll take them so well, won't you?"

Zion wants to shout, to scream that he will. That he'll be so good but he just needs his cocks inside him. Once again though, the tip of Alpha's tail tightens around his neck and covers his mouth, meaning his moans and whines are muffled as he feels the tip of one cock rut against his ass.

What seems like a lifetime of shallow thrusts send Zion insane before finally, finally he feels the width of his cock filling him. His eyes roll back in his head as his voice refuses to stop making noise, despite the fact there's nowhere for it to go. The first few minutes are intoxicating, hypnotising and then it's as if his body gets used to it. Like an addict, he needs more.

"I know, I know. It's okay, pet. I'm going to make you full," Alpha comforts him, as if reading his thoughts. Zion's not convinced that he can't, given how much his mind seems to be flooded with nothing but him in this moment.

Alpha pulls out almost completely, and Zion whines loud enough to be heard despite his gag, until he feels the thickness of two cocks rut at his entrance and it's like he stops breathing.

"Come on, let me in," Alpha hisses as he rocks, slowly, into Zion. He almost blacks out. The strech of his asshole is overwhelming, causing stinging wetness to well in his eyes. He feels like he can feel the cocks in his stomach, that if he were able to, he would see the bulge. That thought makes his cock throb painfully, trying to react despite his very human recovery period.

"That's it. Oh, human you're perfect. That's it let master in, let me take you,"

Zion jolts forwards within his bindings as Alpha builds up a devastating pace. His limbs clench with the force of the pleasure, and he feels unable to open his eyes. Time and the universe seem to disintegrate as all he knows implodes down to Alpha's cocks inside him.

What feels like a lifetime for Zion, is in reality merely minutes. Alpha is growling like a machine stuck in a destructive loop. His voice is more electronic than ever as he groans into Zion's ear.

"You're mine,"

Warmth floods inside him. He can feel it leaking out over his thighs, can feel it as Alpha refuses to stop thrusting inside of him. He's so happy. So fucking happy, that he's been able to satisfy his master. Zion feels wetness stream down his cheeks as he's used, simply for pleasure and it's glorious.

When Alpha's movements start to become more erratic, until they eventually slow, Zion whimpers in disappointed need. Alpha sighs, so deep that Zion can feel it. Eventually, he pulls out, making him squirm as much as is possible when some of Alpah's cum drips down his legs.

"Good boy, good pet," Alpha rumbles, his tail stroking his cheek. Zion leans into it, eyes now open but still glassed over. "That was the best I've had, I think. You won't have to worry about how to get out. I don't indend to let you walk anywhere again,"

It's with this, that Zion feels himself loose consciousness.

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whoredmode · 7 months

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if it interests anyone at all i kinda felt like talking about some more thoughts i have re: the interiors of the cribs. this time specifically of the morningstar’s penthouse/saints HQ.

consider if the penthouse was less like. chic modern luxury and instead leaned more into a neoclassical aesthetic.

because there’s this like. statue of (presumably) ares in the center of the penthouse that feels out of place when held against the rest of this 2010s sleek modern backdrop. what if the penthouse was adorned with more classical art, paintings of greek myths, statues of gods, of chimeras and beasts—the interior itself much more grandiose and intricate. a large staircase with ornate rails, columns extending all the way, gold trim on the furniture…

i mean this not only as a way to give more variety to the cribs, but also because i think it’s a much more fitting style to the syndicate and to loren himself. steelport as it is needs more european influence in its whole aesthetic given the city’s history and culture, and this style is a good example in reflecting one aspect of that, particularly for loren.

neoclassicism itself was meant to be evocative of classical antiquity; it was in direct response to baroque and rococo styles—aesthetics known for being purposefully extravagant and excessive. it also coincided with the age of enlightenment and was reflective of the philosophies of people like monarchs of the time. my point being that loren is a no-nonsense man who seeks total control over his empire. of course a guy like that would much prefer things of that style over generic aughts american opulence.

BUT one thing i also wanna say though is that steelport itself actually has quite a bit of art deco influence (not enough to make it stand out unfortunately) but i could easily see the penthouse going completely in that direction as well. the building it’s in is definitely leaning more towards that. it’s a decidedly more american style (despite originating in france), but it’s one that actually is rooted in neoclassical and beaux-arts influence. so the styles could co-exist in this space in a seamless way. and imo i think this combination of styles would look the best with the aesthetics of srtt overall.

given the fact the building was probably built around that time, it’d make sense for the penthouse to look more art deco overall. i think, just with loren’s influence though, there’d be more classical art decorating the place itself.

also imagine how that’d look after the attacks on it. one thing srtt got right was how there’s visible damage to the place after it’s attacked. the dust clears and they’re left with crumbled statues of now fallen gods, bullet-torn paintings, shattered glass and ceramics everywhere. the illusion of elegance all broken in an instant.

#idk if people even care about this but like i have so many thoughts and ideas on how i’d redo the interiors of the cribs specifically😭#it’s a nitpick for sure but god i would’ve loved a little more variety #already talked about the power plant crib and how i wish it leaned more into an atomic ranch style #but that’s just scratching the surface

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snnbnny · 2 years

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Hey hey,,, its sad anon back,, if you can't do this one its alright. Could you just do some anime characters, or one which ever you want to do, from either jjk, bnha, or hq stargazing with s/o and just having a fun time. I miss my boyfriend so much and me and him have always had the dream date to stargaze. Thank you.

ofc i can do it darlin, i don't know much if anythin about you sad anon but i always look forward to your requests.

Stargazing with K.Bokuto and K.Sugawara.

->c/w for k.b's: neck kisses, hickies, tickling, less stargazing more tomfoolery. ->c/w for k.s.'s: visiting your hometown mentioned, pregnancy, Greek myth

╰┈➤ ❝ [Koutaro Bokuto, a little kissing never hurts] ❞

"Oh my god Kou!!!" You squealed, rolling in the slightly dewy grass of the small field. "That tickles!! I focus on the stars with you distracting me!!"

That distraction was kissing and sucking on your neck from where he was snuggled close to you on his side, body further down the hill of the field then yours was so he was at the perfect level for this assault.

"Really? Sorry pretty, can't help it," you doubt he wasn't even a little sorry, an inclination supported by the grin you felt against your throat and the slower more gentler kisses he continued to place. "How about we make it a little game, huh? See how well you can focus while I keep tickling you!!"

Without warning your silver haired boyfriend shot up from where he was lain and jumped on top of you, expertly moving his large and surprisingly nimble hands in a speedy tickling motion along your sides and other areas he knows to be ticklish. The air was filled with your shrill laughter and objections accompanied by your boyfriends chuckles towards his handy work. You spun and fought pathetically from where you were beneath his weight but between his strength and rather advantageous position above you it was no use; you were at his mercy.

"HAHAHA OK OK HAHAHAHA I SURRENDER I SURRENDER!!!" you screamed laying your arms as still as you could above your head. Your were still shaking from the laughter but your white flag was clearly shown. Like it was his queue, Bokuto collapsed on top of you- crushing your smaller form beneath him.

"I'm always the champ baby," He boasted jokingly. The sound of his normally booming voice was muffled by the grass and hair which was strewn under his face.

"Uh, babe," your breathed out after a minute of silence of trying to tough it through, "Your crushing meeeee...." His MSBY jacket cladded shoulder was covering up to your eyes and the rest of his body was draped over your body. How he was distributing his weight was consequently crushing your diaphragm leaving very little room for your lungs to expand and contract

"Oh yeah, sorry angel forgot," He rolled off of you but instead of leaving you where you were Kou took you with him, laying you on his chest giving you his signature goofy smile which never fails to make you melt.

"You're so cute," you both say at the same time, something that makes you both blush and chuckle. There was a couple long minutes you took just staring into each others eyes and admiring the others beauty. His puppy like golden brown eyes were as full of love as yours, his silver hair with darker roots was pulled back by a thin wavy headband you had gifted him in high school after he saw the Karasuno coach wearing one and admiring it.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a stargazing date?" you questioned, earning one of your boyfriend's signature confused look.

"Yeah?"

"...The only star I can see right now is you baby."

He snorted, "You're a dork."

"Thats the kettle calling the pot black."

"Isn't the saying, 'pot calling the kettle black' not 'kettle calling the pot black'?"

"It's the same thing!"

"No! No- It's not! There could be some significance, like maybe the pot is more pretentious-"

"Oh my god, shut up about the damn idiom and kiss me-" he heard the words and it was enough to convince him to put his mouth to better uses like dancing passionately against yours.

"I'll- I'll take ya to actually star gaze another day baby," he whispered when he finally pulled away for a breath.

"I know sweetness, its ok. Just shut up and kiss me."

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

╰┈➤ ❝ [Koshi Sugawara, ursa minor] ❞

It was a chill summer night in your home town, you were fortunate enough that you were able to take your husband of 6 months to come see where you grow up and your extended family in their natural habitat instead of when they came to visit you in Miyagi like usual. The past few days were spent pulling him about the town and to tourist traps, nights were spent doing dinner with old friends and quiet moments between the two of you.

Suga had notice you were a bit more withdrawn and tight lipped then you normally would be, but he wrote that off as being overwhelmed by it all and figured once the two of you had less to do and more time to be calm then the odd behavior would subside. However tonight he will find out the real reason.

You two had returned to your childhood room for the night when you pulled him out the window claiming you had something he needed to see and he needed the whole experience of struggling out of a second floor window and down a rather rickety vine ladder in his pj's for this to be accurate to something you did as a kid. You had led him down the road into the woods, ignoring his whines and statements while you pulled him by his sleeve. He didn't know that your heart was panging in your ears and you were to wrapped up in yourself to truly hear him.

Where you were taking him was a little grotto in the pine tree's, "this is where I would meet some of my friends and look at the stars." You told him, both of your eyes trained on the magnificent sky filled to the brim with bright orbs of multitudes of sizes.

"wow..." he breathed, his previous complaints halted by the sight. It wasn't only the stars that made his jaw drop, but also you- the shimmer in your eyes both by the sky and something pure inside of you, one of the many things that made him fall in love with you. "This is-"

"Magical? Gorgeous? one in a million?" you interjected, knowing the basis of his thoughts towards the sight. "Yeah I know, this was always my favorite thing... Come stand with me." He padded over in his pink bunny slippers he borrowed from your mother.

"See that constellation right there," you pointed to the sky. "The two that look like spoons with bent handles sorta."

He snorted and shook his gray haired head while following your finger, "I see them, I kinda see where you got that comparison now."

"That's Ursa major and Ursa minor," you took a deep breath. "There is a long Greek myth about them, basically the God Zeus had a child with a human woman named Calisto and when Zeus's wife Hera found out- Hera turned Calisto into a great bear, to save his son Arcus and lover Calisto from his vengeful wife Zeus threw them into the sky to live on as the constellations Ursa major and Ursa minor-"

"Big bear and little bear," Koshi smiled at you, it was a tender smile which made your feel gooey on the inside.

"Yeah. I always loved that story.... Koshi, we're going to have our own Ursa minor- hopefully without the whole Hera drama-" You confessed, speak a thousand words a minute.

The school teacher's soft look went confused them dumbstruck, he whispered, "wait what-" as he stepped closer to you. He saw now that there was a hint of fear in your eyes as you reluctantly looked at your husband, a look that pinched his heart because he hated fear being in your system.

"I'm pregnant, baby. I didn't know how else to tell you- I'm sorry, I know we agreed to wait a bit before we even thought about kids-" before you could rattle off, Suga swept you into his arms and held you tight to his chest

You felt wetness seep into your skin from his tears as he buried his face into your shoulder, "Darling this amazing! Theres nothing to be upset over! I'm- I'm ecstatic! I know it's not apart of a plan but a baby with you is a blessing no matter when or where!"

There was a laugh of relief that turned to joy, he had picked your up by your waist and spun you around a couple times in pure excitement, "I love you! I love this baby! I love that story! I love this trip! I love you-"

"You said 'I love you', twice Koshi," You teased, giggling at his toddler like exclamations. He set you down and pulled you back, moving his hands to your face to squish your tear stained cheeks.

"And?" he questioned. "I love you doubly then, simple."

"Yeah? Well I love you triply now, dad." You kissed his blushed pink cheek.

"Is that so, mama?" his voice turned to pure sugar and eyes softened an impossible amount, he placed a soft kiss on your lips as he decided not to fight you knowing for a fact that the two of you love each other to intensely to measure.

You both looked back to the sky, letting the sounds of frogs chirping to sound for a moment before Sugawara said, "If we have a boy, we should name him Arcus."

"And if we have a girl," agreement in your tone. "We should name her Calisto."

"Sounds perfect to me," he concured as you hummed at his statement, laying your head on his chest and cuddle close as your watch the stars in the sky together.

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nevernevadahq · 2 years

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NEVER NEVADA HQ EVENT: THE OLD GODS ARE DEAD

Summer leaves a scorch in the city. The burns bright enough that people cry out for it in its absence, bringing the lights the city is known for to shine to the fullest. This greed to chase the night away will only hurt its residents, and it doesn’t take long for the heat wave to take its toll. It poses a challenge–– who can still taste the sweet when sweat rolls in a salted river on your skin?

The weather can only be described as a broil, and every warning given out to open windows and not rely so heavily on conditioned air falls on deaf ears. City power is frail and flickers, until finally, it goes dark for good. Routine is not only interrupted, but demolished. Gluttony falls short when there is nothing left to gain. Envy of just what would have been had you listened weighs heavily on the mind. Lust for the moment the light hums back to life sits in the forefront with a hiss. Wrath for what feels like a problem for centuries ago burns a fervor that only makes the heat worse. But where is pride, when everyone falls to their knees together?

Everyone in Las Vegas sits in the same sluggard pose whether it be in their grandeur, ivory tower, asphalt throne, or desert haven. They all sit together, lessons of past and present thrown aside in the blinding influence the heat wave brings in their discomfort. It is said that mankind does not change, and worst comes out in those moments where their power is threatened. Can the same be said for the gods who rule the desert, though? The ones who have turned sand to gold, sold the shade for a shackle of their newfound law, and pulled free every greenery to make the land barren for their control of its monetized leaf?

The old gods are dead, and their lessons head a warning. Sin, however, will outlive them all. It is up to the city built upon it to decide if they will follow old pleasures for old consequences, or break free of the pattern. Their fight will be tested upon the dullness of their city when a blackout knows out all the power in Las Vegas.

SUMMARY: A heat wave over the city of Las Vegas and Nevada as a whole has caused significant disruption in the lives of its residents. Power outages have hit the city more than once, and in an attempt to conserve it, the city has issued scheduled black outs to certain areas over short periods of time. However, on August 10th, their attempts backfired and multiple locations lost power including a city wide blackout at 8 PM. The most unlikely of individuals find themselves not only sharing company in search of air conditioning or a charge for their phone, but stuck with no where to go.

IC INFORMATION

The summer has been filled with multiple heat waves and in order to conserve energy, citizens have been encouraged to not overuse their air conditioning and other appliances that require power.

Multiple blackouts have happened with a schedule, but remain disruptive.

On August 10th, the city undergoes a complete black out at 8 PM.

Everyone is advised to stay where they are and wait for the issue to be resolved, but some may not be so lucky to practice such patience.

OOC INFORMATION

All muses have been assigned to a location alongside other muses.

Muses have been paired based on the greek mythology figure assigned to their likeness upon acceptance into the roleplay. The situations in which they are placed are also based upon these myths.

The first part of the event begins Wednesday, August 10th. Part one will end on August 19th, at 11 PM EST.

During the course of the event (August 10th to August 19th), only event threads will be permitted on the dashboard in order to increase priority of the event and its progression to the plot.

Muses should solely be interacting with the pairings they were given, unless stated otherwise.

Group threads may be required for some pairings, unless it is discussed between muns to split groups and then connect them. It is vital to connect the group as a whole in one thread.

Acceptances for new characters will be post-poned to August 19th.

PAIRINGS

Aydin Ersan - Odysseus, Briar de la Rosa - Polyphemus, & Fionn Callaghan - Damasen

ODYSSEUS AND THE GIANTS: In the Iliad and the Odyssey, Odysseus is tasked to escape cannibalistic giants upon the capture of his ship. The giants, blinded from previous battles, strike a deal with Odysseus upon his capture. Odysseus claims to be “Nobody” and Polyphemus, specifically, promises to eat “Nobody” last after Odysseus encourages him to get drunk on wine. In another tale, a series of giants go out and destroy all of Odysseus’ ships for trespassing their island.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Upon the power outage, Aydin Ersan is stuck outside of Asena territory. The brotherhood territory is the only one known to every resident in Las Vegas, and his presence is duly noted. Briar de la Rosa and Fionn Callaghan have to make a choice to strike their trespasser, prove themselves as prospects defending their sliver of Vegas, or befriend him. If things go awry, will Aydin be able to take advantage of STYXS and its open tab policy to make allies, enemies, or a quick escape?

Brooks Amato - Methe, Verity Saint - Minthe

NYMPHS IN SERVICE & WRONGED: Methe is notorious for keeping company the god of wine, Dionysus. Every one of his antics had her near to support. Like wise, the casted Olympian god Hades had a similar creature at his every beck and call. Both nymphs, they served their gods even if they would be crushed by another’s jealousy.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Verity Saint and Brooks Amato find themselves in a place they pretend is a haven for one reason or another, but they know better that its the shadows and the cracks that beckon them to HOUSE OF DIONN. With the fans still running and the front door thrown open to keep the flow, they make acquaintance as two wronged by a similar companionship.

Brielle Fournier - Perseus, Ivanna Lysytsya - Echidnades

PERSEUS AND HIS SLAYING: The Echidnades was one of the creatures slayed by Perseus after he pursued it in its home made up of the depths of a cave. Perseus was a known hero, and his killing of similar creatures would build his reputation and legacy.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: It’s no surprise the Lysytsya family has a solution to everything, and it is Ivanna Lysytsya that ventures the old house to find a generator fit to bring life back to the entire FOX MANOR. But upon her venture into the dark, she may find an enemy. Brielle Fournier, who now stands where her family once did to lead the Foxes, follows her down. Is this the isolation needed to kill the hold the family still has, or to break pattern and form an alliance?

Cyrus Rousseau - Dioscuri, Jackson Barrett - Hermes

THE PROTECTORS OF TRAVELERS: Hermes is not on the god of mischief, but travelers. He provides guidance as well as the spirit to run. The Dioscuri, while they may be known for their hand in a strike of lightening, also oversee those fleeing the trouble they’ve caused.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Cyrus Rousseau and Jackson Barrett find themselves stranded when night falls out on the long road leading out of the city. Their reasons remain their own, though there’s nothing like going for a drive and the wind to cool you off on a hot summer day. There’s one gas station nearby, but they only have enough gas for a single tank left after the city’s run them dry. At GOLDEN FLEECE GAS, they must decide to share, let one suffer, or find a way to catch someone’s bluff.

Nadia James - Chimera, Hanyeol Kim - Melinoe, Zekai Guray - Eris

THE GODS OF WAR AND THEIR CREATURES: Melinoe is a goddess of nightmares, reigning over the land where the fear of death eats away at the mind. Eris is the personification or strife, which is what starts all wars. War itself, though, has symbols rooted in the courage of a lion and the stealth of a serpent in the grass. It’s no wonder that one the cruelest creatures is a Chimera that carries both aspects in its twisted body.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: War is rooted in death, and modern wars seemed to be solved in the shadows to avoid the tax of true resolve. They still get to bend and break to their own rules. Nadia James and Hanyeoul Kim both shareshare a common role in war tactics as they are all under one contract or another, assassins. However, they’ve all been given one singular target–– Zekai Guray. When the outage flickers to silence, they’re locked on the outskirts of CLARK COUNTY not too far from the Asena Compound. There, they find their target but also the greed of its hunters.

Ximena Perez - Enyo, Oliver Zimmerman - Manticore, Benny Volkema - Menoetius

THE GODS OF WRATH AND THEIR CREATURES: These three deities serve wrath, in any form it may come. Enyo stands as the goddess of war itself, while Menoetius the representation of what kept so many soldiers alive in their desperation–– wrath, anger, and violence. The creature they share similarities to is the manticore, with the head of a man despite the violent impulse of every fearsome creature and its deadly ability.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: A task rolls in before the power shuts off for good, and Ximena Perez is forced to give information as a hacker to one particular person–– Oliver Zimmerman. In her pursuit, and in his own need to complete his task before a certain deadline, they agree to meet at THREE FATES DINER for the exchange only to find that Benny Volkema has other plans to ruin the calm.

Sibel Bosnak - Paean, Laurel Souza - Melpomene

SAD PROSE AND TRAGEDY: Paean is a form of prose in greek, specifically one of triumph and praise. It is typically used by the muses who are the helm of inspiration to artists and poets, inventors and idealists. However, it isn’t used by Melpomene. As a muse of tragedy, her specific to its mythology for melancholy vows. Melpomene typically used it as the muse of tragedy. As a muse, she is the inspiration to poets and artists.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Both Sibel Bosnak and Laurel Souza are outside of their elements, but their certainty lies in a singular claim for normalcy. They both seek out solution from the heat at ARSLAN BAKERY AND TEA SHOP where the staff are desperate to get rid of anything that will perish without their appliances working. In an offer to help, they find themselves stuck in the bakery’s freezer. It’s not the solution they expected, but it is some relief from the heat. Let’s just hope the only thing inside really is baked goods.

Violet Madden - Janus, Isaiah Nasir - Dysnomia, Ruelle Desrosiers - Hypnos

THE REIGN OF SLEEP: Together, these deities represent different aspects of sleep. Janus is the god of doors and passage ones, one where Hypnos the god of sleep can find his way in. But, where does Dysmonia lie? As the goddess of lawlessness, dreams follow no linear guide and even less the bounds of right and wrong.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The heat is unbearable, and some decide that they may take advantage of it by simply preserving their energy. At the poolside of the FOUR JACKS MOTEL, these individuals keep their own mirage against the swelter of boredom. Drinks by the pool stay lukewarm without ice, sunburns settle in with a flourish of a tan, and more importantly, the freedom to wander any rooms when everyone’s too overwhelmed to lock the door.

Josie Barrett - Soteria, Marley Callahan - Litae, Drew Whittemore - Pandora

PRAYERS, SOLITUDE, AND CHAOS: Litae represents solemn prayers and the peace they request, while Soteria is the solitude where most will find that equilibrium. However, the tale of Pandora is rooted in its demolishment. Chaos was held in a single box given to a mere mortal, and she defied all rules to keep it closed. Once she opened it, sin and tragedy all ran through the earth where it plagues humanity to this very day.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Tolerance is low when the heat is high, and many have sought out not comfort but simply peace of mind. Yet, typical havens have been intruded by others. Solitude is hard to find when no one can find any semblance of repose. We lay our scene at ALHAMBRA APARTMENTS, one where each muse seeks out serenity only to fail. It is up to Marley Callaghan to try and find the means to be genuine and help, to answer the prayers of others instead of her own. It is up to Josie Barrett to decide if isolation is the cure, that maybe pushing everyone away or only inviting them at arms length is just. It is up to Drew Whittemore to decide if he will let an outsider invoke upon one of his riders, or if he will incite chaos in the name of his vow to the Brotherhood.

Korrine Stone - Keres, Altan Hasad - Daktyloi

THE WORST OF MAN AND THE WORST OF WOMEN: The Keres are women drawn to violent death and oversee it, though they may never touch it. They flew through the battlefield to relish its unravel. The Daktyloi where an archaic race of men created by the earth, Gaea, but they did not chase chaos. They taught human kind through lessons provided by a multitude of gods. These lessons, however, could easily be twisted in their hands and corrupted in their greed.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The possibility of death seems to be blinded by the selfish endeavor to find solution to the heat. It leaves everyone sluggish, judgement impaired, and resilience fleeting. This makes the perfect hunting ground for not only Korrine Stone and her contracted targets, but Altan Hasad’s personal mission to get information on their story. They seek out two kinds of death–– the physical, and that of a reputation over loose lips. They both arrive at LOTUS HOTEL AND CASINO for their victim at Room 286. They must both lie for the sake of claiming their territory, but it seems they’ll need to do better when the hotel guest is found dead long before they got to have their fun.

Kate Montgomery - Fields of Asphodel, Atticus Bailey - Cerberus, Renin Desrosiers - Thanatos

THE PATH TO PURGATORY: The Fields of Asphodel are purgatory in Hell, where the vegetation offered can leave you there forever. Hell itself is guarded by a three headed dog known as Cerberus, where no one can get in or out without a bark or bite. But the path to death is first paved by Thanatos, the god of death and dying. Together, they create a soft domino to a punishment of wandering between feeling alive and nothing at all.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The safest place to be may not be DELOS HOSPITAL as its overrun with those who rely on the tranquility and quick to action individuals. Atticus Bailey is forced to make deliveries for life saving medication that hasn’t been spoiled from the local pharmacy. Kate Montgomery is on duty and Renin Desrosiers has been tasked to take a coworker from Cirque du Soleil after the lights went out at the worst time. But in a room full of people, who will be the first to suffocate?

David Ephron - Jacchus, Leyla Duymaz - Hestia

THE HEARTH: Jacchus is the ritual cry of joy, one held in the arms of Demeter when harvest returned. Fulfillment is also carried by Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and family. While these are both gilded concepts, good never leads bad astray.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: There’s nothing quite like the generator on street lights clocking out in the middle of an intersection. It’s a miracle that it’s nothing but a small crash, but none the less, Leyla Duymaz and David Ephron find themselves at PITS AUTO REPAIR together again. It appears empty after the mechanic’s gone out to borrow a part from another shop. Everyone has been exchanging their thoughts on the blackouts all night, and it seems their attempts to understand what isn’t their business strikes back. The power flickers out, blinding everyone and the security of the mechanics is now disrupted. An elevated car pins David under it when it collapses, leaving only one to decide his fate and get him home to his family that feels so far away.

Luciana Morales - Asclepius, Blue Sweeney - Pomegranate

HEALING: Asclepius is a demigod granted gilded status of a god after heroic acts, making him the god of medicine and an apparent ability to bring the dead back to life. The Pomegranate is known as the fruit of the dead in which Persephone consumed, binding her to the Underworld. When the food of the dead is eaten, it does not matter who or what you are. You may never leave hell.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Luciana Morales loses a patient. It happens, and it’s unfortunate, but what’s troubling is that no one can seem to identify the man. Blue Sweeney is called in upon his business card being found in the man’s wallet in place of an identification card. Down in the MORGUE OF DELOS HOSPITAL, they go down together to figure out who he is only to find the door locks behind them as the power goes out again. It’s eerie until danger strikes and a toxin released from the body is released into the air sending them into a frenzy.

Liv Saelo - Xenia, Talia Arslan - Phaethon

THE ENTRANCE TO HEAVEN: Xenia is the goddess of hospitality, known for her warm welcome and the greeting craved by travelers and a protection from the outside world. Phaethon, a child of the sun gods, moves between the welcome of the earth and the sun out of desperation to be accepted as their son.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Being locked up with the people you love may not seem like the ideal, especially when humidity and heat float between. Talia Asrlan and Liv Saelo find themselves seeking a thrill, only for it to be cut short when power crackles to black aboard the HIGH ROLLER ROLLERCOASTER. If you tilt you head up, the highest point where the sunset settles on the city is covered by their waving seats. Their collective screams are what make up the atmosphere, and their demise may open more than one door.

Julian McClain - Hercules, Safet Guray - Chiron, Puck Bailey - Achilles

LESSONS FOR A HERO: Chiron is a centaur known for his role in training heroes in mythology. He’s guided them for centuries on not how only to slay monsters, but negotiate with gods. Two of the most well known heroes in mythology are Hercules, the demigod son of Zeus, and Achilles. Achilles, however, is not divine from birth. His mother blessed him by bathing him in the River Styx.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The ASENA COMPOUND finds itself with waning power. The generators illuminate some life to certain corners. The majority of the family has fled from the city itself to escape the heat, while others remain in town to solve this woe. Safet Guray invites Julian McClain over for the damp chill that can be found, but it seems he’s not the only unfamiliar face wandering the Asena home. Puck Bailey is found on the premises, but he won’t find his way back from where he’s come. What will happen if an olive branch is offered between wolf and brother?

Franco Alvarez - Hephaestus, Lincoln Porter - Talos

HEPHAESTUS’ GILDED GIANT: Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths, was commissioned by the king god Zeus to create a protector for the island of Crete from anyone wanting to invade. He creates Talos, a giant bronze man who would hurl rocks at any invaders by the sea and bringing peace of mind to its people.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The phones won’t stop ringing at the LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT, and it’s probably because they’re violently understaffed. Everyone has thrown away responsibility under the hottest day of the year, and despite his efforts, Lincoln Porter can’t get out of it. He’s reached out to other departments for help, going as far as tackling Franco Alvarez to his newfound ensemble of enforcement. Though, there’s more than answering phone calls. Lincoln is still investigating the death of his Deputy Chief and the arson that demolished more than half of the LVPD is still in effect. Lincoln has a reputation for being ruthless, and so what can he do now that he has a firefighter from the scene all to himself? Will Franco help him rebuild his case and move it from cold to hot?

Cooper Castillo - Sisyphus, Holden Markham - Arachne, Evren Bosnak - Prometheus

THE DEPTHS OF TARTARUS: In Tartarus, eternal suffering is instilled on its inhabitants. They are defiled by the gods upon what they’ve done. Sisyphus was forced to roll a rock over and over up a hill and just when he believed he’d finish the task, it would roll itself back down. Prometheus was strung up and forced to be eaten over and over again by crows. Arachne, while never bound to hell, would live the rest of her life as a spider after challenging Athena.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Inside of ASHINA CASINO, all three men find their way back to the game floor never ending. The elevator gets stuck, and the lights only last a short while before it all goes dark. Who do you all when rescue is stuck with you? Evren Bosnak must figure a way out and assess the dangers his companions may pose as they’re unfamiliar, Holden Markham must ensure his endeavors with a client remain his own, and Cooper Castillo must put his knowledge to the test in order to ensure they make it out alive.

Azra Guray - Iris, Alejandra Ruiz - Drachmae

RAINBOW MESSAGES: Iris is the messenger of the gods, and her worship included the surrender of drachmae. Drachmae were the coins used as the currency in Ancient Greece and played a roll not only in transaction, but even death where they were laid upon the eyes and in the mouths of those who perished to pay the ferryman when they arrived at the Underworld.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Alejandra Ruiz finds herself on FREEMONT STREET at the end of the night where the lights flicker out to a darkness that swallows the city. The lights go out, and the void is filled with the sound of tires screeching against pavement alongside the crunch of metal. Azra Guray is a witness, and she must decide where her responsibilities lie. Delos Hospital has been a nightmare since light abandoned them, but her territory with medics isn’t far. For a price, will Azra do what is right or what is good for her?

Oleksander Lysytsya - Hades, Sadie Sweeney - Persephone

THE KING AND QUEEN OF HELL: Hades is the king of the Underworld, otherwise known as hell. He became infatuated with Persephone, the daughter of the seasons themselves. Plucking her away from her mother Demeter, the goddess would mourn and the world would go dark in an eternal winter. Zeus interfered, but the goddess had eaten the food of the dead that bound her to the realm. A deal was made where she would stay for six months of the year, one for each pomegranate seed. Demeter would mourn, and the harvest of the earth would decline until she was returned and spring would come.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Ollie Lysytsya is suppose to be a ghost, but its hard to be the darkness everyone ignores with its surrounds the city. You become the first one everyone sees because you’re the only piece that belongs. Sadie Sweeney finds her way next to him along the quiet of ELYSIAN MARKET, where the smell of death is sweet amongst dying flowers. It is up to Ollie to swallow the pride of his resurrection, label her a threat, or make an ally out of a mere civilian.

Audrey Rousseau - Apollo, Amory Jones - Herophile, Julia Amato - Delphi

APOLLO AND HIS ORACLES: Apollo is the god of the sun, medicine, and the ability to see into the future. His temples were known for their oracles with Herophile and Delphi being his most prominent.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: By midnight, the EMERGENCY ROOM OF DELOS HOSPITAL is overrun with the aftermath of the power outages. Injuries sustained from all angles flood the hospital that just barely flickers with life. Security at the hospital, however, is at an all time low. Amory Jones walks in with one intention–– go in, and go out before the one using her as a puppet tugs on her strings too hard. Audrey Rousseau is assigned as her caretaker, but suspicions arise that bring Julia Amato into the scene in order to pull information out of the woman. One message is clear–– Delos Hospital has become a target for anarchy.

Mason Torres- Tantalus, Jude Castellanos - Midas, Sloane Quill - Ganymedes

DEFIED ROYALTY: Kings and Queens are known for their selfishness in these myths, and many have paid the price against the gods and their ways many times. Tantalus was casted into hell, Midas would turn everything he touched into gold including those he loved, and Ganymedes would be robbed by Zeus in admiration.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: These three have found themselves at the wrong place at the wrong time. After securing his shop, Jude Castellanos finds himself forced back into CASTELLAN JOYERIA when the lights go out. Alongside him, Mason Torres and Sloane Quill have become his fellow hostages. Robbing the jewelry shop isn’t their only goal, though. The Forum is a playground after hours for those looking to seek out wealth, and with cameras blown, they can wreak havoc.

Katerina Devereaux - Adonis, Mikhail Winnick - Eros, Darragh Callaghan - Daphne

APHRODITE’S FAVORITE AND HER SON: Aphrodite’s favor has blessings and curses as it can spring jealousy. Eros is her son, the god of passion, and Adonis her favorite mortal. Her love brought him back to life and away from Hades despite the laws of life and death, essentially a threat to the love of her son. Daphne is another enemy of Eros, whose lover offended him.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: All three individuals are lured to the LAS VEGAS MOTOR SPEEDWAY. One may believe this is a trick, another a display of love, and another a sort of adventure. What they find is that the lack of security allows them to walk right in without a single effort, and they wander. Lights guide them to the speedway, only for various vehicles to suddenly run out through the speedway and crash without warning and more importantly–– no regard for those stranded in the pit. Questions flash above them on the screen, and all three are forced to answer as a means of pleasing whoever has turned them into a game. One pattern is certain, though. Whoever they’ve shared a bed with has become the noose around their necks.

Abraham Sweetwine - Orpheus, Ilya Lysytsya - Eurydice

A SAD SONG: The tale of Orpheus and Eurydice is a tragedy. Orpheus was the son of a muse and had favor of the gods for his songs manipulated nature in the most breathtaking ways. He married Eurydice, one of Pan’s nymphs, but their love would not last. Upon being chased by a shepherd infatuated with her, eurydice fell and was bitten by a snake that killed her instantly. Orpheus was unable to cope with her death and with the help of Hermes went to the Underworld to get her back. The stroke a deal with Hades where he could leave as long as he didn’t look back to check on her. Just before they were out, he turned and he lost her forever.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: We lay our scene at TODDY LEASH’S ICE BOX where Ilya Lysytsya and other wait staff under Fox territory have commissioned tattoos on site. The ice box bar is closed for the day while staff focuses on taking inventory and enjoying the cool atmosphere. It doesn’t take long for things to awry when Abraham Sweetwine arrives. The power goes out, and while tattooing continues, it will come to an abrupt stop. Remaining staff look for lights only for the security measures of the bar to lock them in upon the cut in power. Doors are jammed, lights are dead with the except of one flickering bulb. The trouble, however, doesn’t lie in the dark. It’s the rapid melting of their once frozen surroundings. By hour three, the room is flooding. It only takes 70 degree water to kill.

Ayla Quinn - Orphne, Jesse Valencia - River Lethe

THE RIVER AND HIS WIFE: Orphne was a nymph born of the cursed plants and vegetation in the Underworld. She was surrounded by pain, mourning, and death. The River Lethe would become her husband, both wound around every consequence of one’s actions in life and Hades’ lands of punishment for them.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Jesse Valencia and Ayla Quinn are both witnessing the worst wedding day known to man at A LITTLE WHITE CHAPEL . Makeup is melting, the ice sculpture is water, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids alike are spilling liquor everywhere as a means of staying cool. However, the wedding ends shortly before the ceremony can begin. The bride is swearing to call it quits, and her patience is waning. The groom is nowhere to be found. They know for certain that the families in attendance are gonna have someone’s head. Will they step up and find them, take advantage of the open bar at the reception, or give into the chaos in a different way?

Ari Arora - Ariadne, Brighton Andrews - Daedalus

THE LABYRINTH: Ariadne led Theseus through the Labyrinth, a contraption created by Daedalus by a king. At the heart of the maze, lied a minotaur that Ariadne helped the young man escape.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: In the TUNNELS OF CLARK COUNTY, Ari Arora follows a client and gets lost. They find Brighton Andrews who seems to have finally run of luck upon his exploration outside of his prison and punishment. There’s one catch, though–– someone sits at the heart of the tunnel system looking for one of them. They’ve found notes scratched into the sides of the walls that both feel target themselves. One of them has a target on their back, but who?

Dominic Murphy - Nostos, Orestes Beltran - Autolycus, Berkan Arslan - Pyroeis

NOSTALGIA AND THE SUN: Autolycus is a mortal gifted with skills of trickery and mischief by Hermes himself. Pyroeis is the god of a wandering star, a beckon in the night. Nostos, however, isn’t a figure at all but rather a wood–– a root, a coming home and a return to origin.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: Berkan Arslan and Dominic Murphy venture out to the shows Vegas is known for. Staying inside allows them to escape the scorch of daylight. At the CIRQUE DU SOLEIL theatre, catching a smaller show sharing the stage, Orestes Beltran gives it his all upon one of the largest audiences he’s had in a while. When an unschedules power outage hits the day, the stage isn’t prepared. It doesn’t just ruin the magic, but it engulfs the stage in its entirety. Berkan lies on stage as a volunteer, and Orestes unable to free him from a trick. Dominic can run, or he can fight and help. Will Berkan return to the feeble son whose power was taken so easily, Orestes to the poor stage hand that let his crew perish under fire, or Dominic to who he used to be when the adrenaline hit on a battlefield?

Evan Carpenter - Terpsichore, Aspen Parrish - Calypso

FLEETING INSPIRATION AND THE ISLAND OF LOST HOPE: Terpsichore is the muse of dance. She is an inspiration that is ever moving and it appears, ever fleeting as muses go. Calypso on the other hand is known for the way she bound the men of Odysseus’ ship and forced them to abandon hope and dreams. What happens when these two forces collide?

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The heat has brought one good thing–– everyone wants to be indoors, no matter where they are. CYTHEREA GALLERY is open and Aspen Parrish’s business is flourishing. Evan Carpenter makes her way in to escape the heatwave. As a means of keeping customers present, staff break open supply but the constant flickering of power makes it hard to keep measurements right. A frenzy breaks out, and art is more than just a pretty thing to look at. It’s a nightmare.

Vespasian Moreau - Deimos, Blythe Sweetwine - Charon

THE FEAR OF BEING ALONE: Deimos is the god of fear, the crackle that runs the adrenaline through your veins in fight or flight. Many fear death, and the first round of worry of just where you’ll end up starts at the ferryman’s boat, Charon. He takes you to be judged and where you will go as a means of eternal punishment or eternal peace.

THE MODERN DAY MYTH: The dead are often mourned alone. There is no one to remember them but the hands that prepare them for their rest. That being said, their belongings typically go to whoever attends the funeral and is willing to take their things, if not they are donated. An open mourning at SWEETWINE MORTUARY AND FUNERAL PARLOR beckons curious souls and for one reason or another, Vespasian Moreau finds himself in the vacancy of the room with the dead. Multiple funerals are held with a burial scheduled in a few hours due to the appliances for embalming and storage as dead as they are. There’s a deal to be made–– take what has no claim, or pay Blythe Sweetwine for what’s been left behind with more worth downstairs.

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