So the hotel was packed this year. Seemed everyone was there. Athena was hanging all over Loki, which must have infuriated Zeus, but oh well, what do they say about bad boys? The drinking was led by the norse kings again and over and under the tables the demons hovered. The card game was going rather smoothly. Apollo was winning but everyone at the table was waiting for Crounus to come around and start playing. Hercules was already in negotiations with the hotel staff for more food, but the manager was actually standing up to the brute. Diana laughed at that, happy that someone told Hercules no. She was swarmed by her female entourage as usual and all the male gods had long given up on attaining her hand. Boreas sat huddled in the corner and Auroura had her cloak pulled tight. Many parties had ended early when she let he light shine in. And of course in the middle of the room sat Volupia her crowd swarming. And on the typewriter was Clio recording it all. And me, I just watched it all. The gods and their set rotation.
Captives of their own legends.