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metem_logsCharacters: Dionysus, Vivian, and Erato
Date/Time: Sunday, September 25th, 6 p.m.
Location: Erato's dorm, University of Washington
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Language, alcohol (ab)use, adult situations, sexuality--and that's just to start.
Summary: The god of ecstasy finds one of his worshipers and a kindred spirit.
Dionysus had no problem finding where he was supposed to go. There was so much power coming out of that room that it might as well have had searchlights, neon arrows, and fireworks spelling out the words "WINE GODS OVER HERE."
He walked in through the front door of the dorm as if he owned the place. Well, that was true in a matter of speaking, he thought to himself, as two obviously-drunk students stumbled out of their room, revealing a crowd gathered around a keg. The noise was loud and raucous, and ordinarily he would have stopped to join the festivities-- but right now, he had somewhere more urgent to be.
The straps of a huge backpack lay across his bare shoulders; he could hear the jugs of liquor inside clinking merrily together with each step-- bourbon, scotch, vodka, tequila, wine, and a Camelback full of a punch named "The Pink Panty Dropper." An ordinary man would have staggered under the weight; with his new-found energy, he carried it effortlessly up the few flights of stairs that led him to the floor he needed.
As he turned the corner and walked down the hallway, his steps slowed, letting himself be guided by the power. This close to the source, it was almost overwhelming-- like a combination of static electricity and the heat of a bonfire flowing through him.
He stopped at the door, and with a smooth easy motion, turned the knob and opened it wide. It was unlocked. He'd rather expected it wouldn't be.
Date/Time: Sunday, September 25th, 6 p.m.
Location: Erato's dorm, University of Washington
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Language, alcohol (ab)use, adult situations, sexuality--and that's just to start.
Summary: The god of ecstasy finds one of his worshipers and a kindred spirit.
Dionysus had no problem finding where he was supposed to go. There was so much power coming out of that room that it might as well have had searchlights, neon arrows, and fireworks spelling out the words "WINE GODS OVER HERE."
He walked in through the front door of the dorm as if he owned the place. Well, that was true in a matter of speaking, he thought to himself, as two obviously-drunk students stumbled out of their room, revealing a crowd gathered around a keg. The noise was loud and raucous, and ordinarily he would have stopped to join the festivities-- but right now, he had somewhere more urgent to be.
The straps of a huge backpack lay across his bare shoulders; he could hear the jugs of liquor inside clinking merrily together with each step-- bourbon, scotch, vodka, tequila, wine, and a Camelback full of a punch named "The Pink Panty Dropper." An ordinary man would have staggered under the weight; with his new-found energy, he carried it effortlessly up the few flights of stairs that led him to the floor he needed.
As he turned the corner and walked down the hallway, his steps slowed, letting himself be guided by the power. This close to the source, it was almost overwhelming-- like a combination of static electricity and the heat of a bonfire flowing through him.
He stopped at the door, and with a smooth easy motion, turned the knob and opened it wide. It was unlocked. He'd rather expected it wouldn't be.
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