Ahhh...

[ Someone's laying on a cloud, kicked back, relaxing, and almost looks stoned. Someone had a sip of Acheron's water, and the stress and separation issues from Martel almost seems like a distant memory. He's a God. He's high. Life is good.

As someone walks by, Mithos will sleepily lean his head over, and motion for you to join him. ]

Goodness. It hasn't even been a month and the sickness of the underworld has touched several of you.

[ She doesn't feel like explaining, just reclining on a garden bench. ]

Playing babysitter seems like a chore. Ares, please tell me you're sane.

[It hadn't taken long for Shinichi to head straight into the first disaster.  Less than a day after arriving in Olympus he had burned himself on Phlegethon's flames.  And now all he could think of was Ran.  All the pain he'd caused her.  All the guilt of the lies he'd told.

Feeling like this, there was no way he could take any joy in his true age.  And so he had shrunk back into Conan and found an isolated corner to sit and brood.]

....I'm sorry, Ran.

[ Ramirez has a slight blister on his hand. It healed fast, of course, but it was caused by Phlegethon's flames, so it did harm him somewhat despite being a God. So, who is he remembering? Galcian? Close. The only other perosn in his life who has ever meant anything to him. Of course, a psychotic, violent, mentally unstable person like Ramirez isn't handling this well. ]

F-Fina... you traitor... how could you leave me...

[ He's shaking, his eyes are clamped closed, and his teeth are grit, his gloved hands balled up into fists. He's absolutely seething, and he looks like he's about to snap at any minute. He had convinced himself for so long that Fina had betrayed him, not the other way around, by choosing to leave with Vyse and Aika. Phlegethon's flames seem to have caused some cognitive dissonance that challenged his delusion, and he's not responding well. He's overflowing with guilt, anger, and denial at this point.

Aphrodite? You out there? He's about to snap. ]

( I would be so... )

[OOC: Kaoru and Hikaru have had too much water to drink. One's a huge sour puss and the other is a crying mess. As usual both twins are likely to respond so don't wait for tags from the other! ]

 [Shinichi still wasn't sure whether this was reality or a very confusing hallucination.  A god?  He'd never had much use for such things.  Detectives were creatures of the living world.  Things like religion and myth were left to others.  His interest had always been solely in the things humans did to one another.

But the evidence was here and deniable.  His very first action had been to return to his true age.  And here he was, appearing as a teenager for the first  time in months.  Appearing as a teenager without enduring intense pain for the first time in a year. 

He's tested it by going back forth several times.  As absurd as it seemed, the evidence was there.  Evidence he could not explain in any other way.]

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.    Holmes said that, and I've never seen a reason to doubt it.  But... this is just too improbable.

[He sighs and continues pacing around the edges of Olympus as he thinks.]

[It feels wrong to do this. It's within her power now to do it and it is the will of the Old Ones, her being here but putting stars in the sky? Odd. Uncomfortable. Especially when she is compelled to draw the strange shapes of the Rift, of the Void.]

I had to learn so many constellations when I was still at school, the final astrophysics exam... [Her voice is soft, far away, as is the little laugh as she remembers the exam, remembering when her life was much more simple.] It was part of my job to know all the different constellations, part of a navigator's job but even when I was little I liked them. My pa- [her voice hitches, wavers, but she finds it again] parents taught them to me, growing up on the Fjara, all their real names and designations, how close they were to planets or something else exciting or interesting, along with the ones to point you if you were lost.

[In her hands, she holds a surgical scalpel, flashing bright silver as she raises it.]

These stars have names. Names I could say but they wouldn't even sound like words to anyone.

[The tongue of the Old Ones is not easy to speak and shape, nor is it pleasant to hear but she can make their forms appear in the stars the way she saw once, her scalpel slicing cleanly, silver light taking form as she goes.]

[[ooc: List of symbols Valdís is making can be found here]]

[A girl has a chest full of amber jewels at her side. Her followers are really great about giving her stuff like this, and she really. Really. Wants to beat people to the punch.

So at the top of Mount Olympus, she keeps throwing fistfulls of amber gems into the sky, creating sparkling lights in the dark blue, wherever they land, with just a hint of gold.

But she's tiny. That's just one part of the sky. The rest is still dreadfully starless.]

... I think I need help.

[Damos' new home is humble, for a god - he's taken up residence out in the gardens and orchards of Olympus, in a house that is as comfortable as any here but has tinges of a rustic style in its appearance.

...And the distinction between "house" and "orchard" is academic at best - most of the structure is open to the sun and rain, eighty percent walled garden and twenty percent sheltered rooms. It's enough in Damos' eyes, as the fruit-laden trees and vines are as "rich" to his mind as any amount of marble and gold. His Pokemon sleep and play here, and when they're not thus occupied, they guard Damos' agricultural bounty - but only for show, as anyone is free to take fruit from the trees or vegetables from the soil.

He can be caught tending to those plants, or any beyond his residence, on a normal day - Damos seems to have appointed himself Olympus' groundskeeper.


A more specific encounter, one night:]

...Hm, I think I've seen all I can from up here. I don't know about anyone else, but I'd like to have a look at this world from the ground - we can disguise ourselves, and spend a few days around our...ah, "followers". How about it, will anyone join me?

[It's late at night down upon the mortal realm, but even at this late hour, there was one worshipper asking for guidance on their journey to their way. So cue someone walking up the clouds to a higher than normal elevation while rubbing their eyes in sleepiness to start messing with the stars.]

Mmm... why is this so weird and so late? I never had to deal with this back in the Netheruniverse. Okay, Is it this one-- no, too dim. That one is too far. And that one--[And suddenly there is going to be a bright flash of light over your character's face!] Nooo that's too close. Man, how does this divine guidance thing even work? They should make a tutorial or a manual or something about this sort of thing.

Hnngh I wanna go back to bed...

You all look stunning.

[ A great feast is being held for all of you. ALL OF YOU when you come down from your little area in Olympus to see the most amazing layout of food in your entire lives. The Goddess of Love herself looks around you with intrigue. ]

Well, enjoy yourselves. And if you get along well... maybe fate had it in store for you?

[ ooc; OPENING PARTY POST, with a trick. Optionally, you might feel a pinprick of 'wow... that person looks amazing' before shaking it off. A little love at first sight that fades away in two seconds, leaving your character back to normal. Aphrodite can't help but have a little fun at your expense. With that out of the way! Party! Freak out! You're gods now! ]