The Ballroom Gathering

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!



All was in readiness. All of his guests were arrived and waiting, some more patiently than others. He anticipated quite a few reactions and a veritable bevy of questions. He was prepared.

He was testing out the slide projector while he waited for his guests to arrive in the ballroom, clicking through pictures of himself made specifically for this test. He paused on one of him before the front desk in a classic, male underwear model post yet still wearing his uniform. "Oh yes. One of my best."


[*lyrics: Kim Richey - A Place Called Home]

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[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

Seth felt a wave of anticipation and trepidation. On one hand, he had a chance to rediscover Heliopolis before any of his fellows. On the other, they way the man said "wins".

"Aside from what the winner gets, what happens to the others?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He smiled to Seth, gesturing with his arm in a vague motion to the side. "The remain as they are until they can populate their own homelands and attempt to seize control."

[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

"Seize control?" Seth asked cautiously. "Are you implying this is some kind of semi-divine war?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Well that all depends on you lot." He shrugged then smiled. "If you are inclined to stage a war then so be it."

[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

Seth said nothing, though he was already eyeing the large assemblage of Olympians warily. Unless he was careful, this would not end well for him. He never thought he'd miss his estranged family. But did he really want to rule at all? Something to think about.