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[diaktoros.livejournal.com]

Date: May 1, 2000
Setting: The Manor grounds
Status: Public
Summary: The new year dawns for the pagan calendar, and you know what that means...


Hermes had been gathering wood all day, depositing it in a large pile in a very clear spot on the rolling lawns. He'd gotten up very early, and had spent most of the morning making little flyers. They were on plain white paper, decorated with a box of crayola markers that he'd produced*; still, Hermes was rather a good hand at doodling (he inherited some art in his blood from Apollo), and soon flyers were posted in the most commonly frequented places of the manor. The godling made it all the more mysterious and fun by simply disappearing the flyers off to their appointed place as he finished them. So he didn't even have to leave his room.

There will be a bonfire starting
at dusk to celebrate the new year.
Please come! There will be music
and other fun things!

All the rest of the day, Hermes was outside, running around with Dog and whatever other creatures were outside, and frolicking about the grounds, laughing and generally having what grown-ups would call 'way too much fun'.

As the sun was setting, he lay on the grass to watch it, hands behind his head. Sunsets always reminded him of his brother, and thus made him a bit serious.

"Someday we'll celebrate the new year in Hawai'i," he said, speaking to Apollo, Eros and Dionysus in the manner that mortals spoke to dead or far-away loved ones. "We'll have a big luau with drums and dancing and lots of fun...someday, I promise."

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*Unlike most people who could just make things appear from thin air, Hermes literally teleported them from somewhere else. He was the god of thieves, after all.

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[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday tipped his glass to the youth. "God of theives, eh? Well, you're my kind of god, then. Give me a no-good cheater and sneak-theif any day. And yes, I am part of the Aesir. I have many names, but right now I'm going by Wednesday. Grimnir Wednesday. You must have met my bastard blood-brother, Loki, though. I bet you two got along just fine. His fingers were always sticky, too. In fact, he has been known to steal the hair off of a woman's head."

Wednesday looked around the lawn, nodding approvingly at the pile of wood. "Its been a while since I partook in a good bonfire. Just watch out that Loki doesn't get anywhere near it. He's a pit of a pyro."

[diaktoros.livejournal.com]

Hermes giggled, blushing at the complimentary words. "Wednesday...Then you must be Odin," he deduced. "I have met Loki. Is he well?" his pale brows knitted in concern, "When I met him he looked very wan."

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday clapped the young god on the shoulder. "Odin, Wednesday, Grimnir, High, anything will do. As for that good-for-nothing brother of mine, I assume he's well enough. He always manages to get himself in scrapes of varying seriousness, but it always turns out OK in the end."