God Con: Banquet!

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

The seminar setting had been pulled down for the evening and replaced with elegant table settings fit for a king.

Or Gods as it were.

The bar was fully stocked and the menu was plentiful and moddable and featured many foods distinctive to various cultures and religions.

And finally one of the wait staff thought he funny and had labeled the apples as being "Forbidden Fruit".

[For anyone attending God Con or just wanting to mooch a free meal. No OCD as this has to be a "post and run" due to RL stuff.]

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[notabigreddog.livejournal.com]

Peter looked around to see if any new crazy people had showed up. Part of him was coming to accept that maybe there was more going on here than what could be rationally explained away.

He hated that part.

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Forbidden? Forbidden fruit was always particularly sweet. Shiva made certain to take some slices from those apples, in the interests of developing her palate.

There should be wine somewhere, shouldn't there?

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had no particular interest in religion, but he did have an interest in free food. Which was how he found himself sneaking in to a rather fancy-looking banquet, dropping in to a chair next to Shiva and trying to pretend as if he totally belonged there. "Hey," he greeted her with a friendly smile.

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Shiva nodded an inscrutable sort of greeting, tossing her hair back with an emphatic sort of jingle. She lifted her glass of wine to him -- then stopped herself short, eyes fixed on his. Something in his psychic scent tickled.

He was, wasn't he? He looked mortal but he was ice and snow underneath. He was One of Hers.

She straightened herself up, imperiously, and with a light wave of her hand, turned their table into solid ice. The smile she gave him was knowing. He was Hers. Wasn't he? She was daring him to deny it.

Oh, she hadn't expected to meet an acolyte here. Could this convention get any better?

[longislandiceme]

Oh, Bobby would most emphatically argue that he was not anyone's. Ymir and Loki had both tried to claim him in their own way, and there was no way he was going to go through that again.

"Neat trick," he commented. He couldn't do anything quite that elaborate, of course, only manipulate existing moisture in the air.

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Trick? Trick? Oh, please. She was not a magician. She pushed herself to standing and tossed her hair out to its most impressive.

She was Shiva. Did he not get that? He should really not piss off The Empress of Ice, here.

She drew one hand up, to her chest, then pushed outward. And there, right next to Bobby? That was an enormous ice block.

She raised an eyebrow. Did he want to be next? She could aim a little to the left this time. He'd make a nice popsicle.

[longislandiceme]

Okay, normally, Bobby would not use his powers in public but 1) he didn't recognize anyone here, and chances were they'd probably be gone by the end of the weekend and 2) he was pretty sure that was actually a challenge.

He reached out with a hand to touch the ice block, and within a few moments it had re-formed into a rather impressive likeness of Bobby himself, smug look and all.

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Shiva applauded. Very nice. She knew he'd rise to the challenge.

She cupped her hand under her mouth and blew. Chips of ice flew in all directions outward from the block ... then stopped as she dropped a hand and inspected her work.

The Bobby-figure was now on his knees, one hand over his heart, pledging loyalty and fealty to something unseen.

He could fill in the blanks, no?

[longislandiceme]

"Yeah, no," Bobby shook his head. "You wouldn't be the first one to make that claim, but I'm not falling for it."

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Shiva narrowed her eyes. Claim? He was Hers. It wasn't a claim.

She snapped her fingers, and the ice block shattered. How was that for a threat?

[longislandiceme]

Well... eventually Bobby would be able to re-form his body after being blown up! Not that he could do that at the moment.

No, at the moment he was just an exceedingly cocky teenage boy. "You're right," he said flippantly, "I didn't like the look if it either."

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

There was cool air circling him, lazily. Did he like the look of his own self? She could do something about that.

He was Displeasing Her. She didn't like it when acolytes were rebellious.

[longislandiceme]

Cold air? Oh, he could do cold air. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, concentrating on slowing the vibration of moisture molecules in the air, dropping the ambient temperature by another few degrees.

(Sorry, other banquet guests)

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

Good. He had a spine, and the inclination to use it. Sure, she had just been furious at him for that, but the trick with freezing the cool air had done much to improve her mood.

She was a Goddess; she was allowed to be capricious.

For now, she kissed her hand and blew it over to his cheek. If it landed, it would be a cold tingle before the ambient air sizzled it away.

[fairshadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow was minding his own business, doing his own time at the table eating the fare that he'd picked up. Samples of this, gobs of that. Very nice.

Halfway through a bite of steak, he felt a sudden cold chill and zipped up his jacket.