Open | SOME KINDA SONG LYRICS ABOUT CALMING THE FUCK DOWN

[pummelgranite]

WHO: anyone! everyone?
WHERE: a cool magical cave under uptown maurtia aka Club Hades
WHEN: friday friday we got down on friday
WHAT: Post Groundhogs Day Nap Party
WARNINGS: drinking certainly, probably some smooching, LABEL UR THREADS KIDDOS

i. GETTING TO HADES

The path down into Hades is usually convoluted at best, much more frequently fraught and dangerous. Tonight, though, there's a trail of glowy flowers leading down into the dark from the abandoned subway line. There's no scary toll bridge or impossible switchbacks. Even the ADA entrance has been made more hospitable: normally it's just a hole in the ground into which one must plummet with no promise of safety now has a neat little sign that says "It's safe." Thoughtful!

When guests arrive, they will see the place decorated in a toned down version of its usual fashion. The space is a huge concert hall and temple, carved out of the stone. Some parts of the cave are left in their natural state, other parts carved into images of gods and monsters and pop starts.

The whole space is lit by the soft glow of vines and flowers that climb all over the walls and ceilings.

ii. FOOD...?

As promised, Persephone has provided... pomegranates. There is one folding table piled high with the fruits. Some are quartered, some sliced, mostly whole.

Thank god there's another table set up for a potluck. Hopefully some people thought to bring actual food?

iv. MAGNUS CHASE MEMORIAL FAINTING PIT NAP ZONE

While most of the big ass cave has been smoothed to a dance floor, there is a large divot in the ground that has been left in a more natural state. On top of the uneven floor has been stacked old carpets and cushions and rugs and furs and blankets. It looks like a sweet place to nap, and definitely not like you will wake up with bed bugs. Trust us.

v. KARAOKE

Obligatory. It's happening on her stage, and for once the volume is low enough that it only drowns about half the cave in amateurish warbling.

vi. FADE TO BLACK IN THE BACK

If you are familiar enough (or nosy enough) you have probably found that there's more than a couple of bedrooms above the backstage. Persephone's bedroom(s) are locked, but there are a few sparsely decorated guest rooms that one might run off to. Mind that PG-13 rating!

Comments

[pummelgranite]

It's. . . Inanna left, you know? Right after- uhm- the mess. They'd barely come back, and were human for a week, and then-

[ She huffs. The words are clearly hard for her to get through, and she can't even quite make it through "then they went to head jail, then they ended up a head here, then Woden held a death orgy the end." ]

It must have all been hell.

[queenofseers]

It was that quick? No wonder. [ In some ways, that explains a lot. They must still be rattled from the experience, even if it was months ago for the rest of the people here, and seems even more distant from Cassandra's own eyes. ]

And- yeah. Obviously. [ She sighs. Even with Inanna's behavior so closely related, she's been stepping around the event itself. ] You'd think it would be easier to see someone's head crushed if it's fucking Woden, but it's not, somehow? I...didn't want it to be that way, even if I hope he fucking rots.

[ She finally sits down on the other end of the couch, tugging a little at her hair. ] It'd just be nice if I- if we- could get a break for a goddamn minute, is all I'm saying.

[pummelgranite]

. . . have you had a drink yet? A drink.

[queenofseers]

[ She pauses, and leans back into the couch. She really shouldn't.

But everything sucks. So. Fuck it. ]

...Fine, I'll bite. Is there anything that won't just completely knock me out? I feel like someone here is obligated to be mildly sober.

[pummelgranite]

There's mixers.

Or, you know. Normal alcohol.