Up @ Mount Olympus the nite after the council meeting was a pretty muted one. All the Gods were exhausted and mostly stayed at home w Fam + close friends, chatting low key shit abt what had happened and watching not too challenging stuff on TV like the new series of LIFE BEHIND THE IRONY CURTAIN that just started and a weird thing called ‘Depleted Numbers’ that people were raving about but most of the Gods didn’t really get it and were kind of puzzled why.

Only 1 small group of friends were out and about, wandering in the glades not too far from the fateful pond that allowed them to see down on to The Earth. Centrifuge, Artemis and Meth Head were in a deep Melancholy, their youthful energy on downer that not even Rod Bull or Monsta Energy Drink Zero Ultra or Zippyfizz Health NRG Drink Max was helping to pickup. When they reached the barriers what Thesuses and Robocop erected there they just slipped under it all like they did slip under the fence at music festivals and made there way right down to the waters edge.

Centrifuge and Artemis made small talk:

A person who was continually mispronouncing a particular word.

Something stupid someone was wearing.

The latest viral videos.

Latest News of Earth.

Meth Head meanwhile trailed her fingers in the water, looking down all introspective and from it (the water) a sombre mood reflected on them like the stillness of the trees around in no breeze and the darkening sky of fast approaching night.

Topics of conversation turning more serious:

The speech of noble Codswallop.

The Fate of Valiant or Valuation.

The injustice of Fate.

The burden and importance of Friendship in Late Capitalism.

Round midnight Robocop and Ferriswheel came by on some kind of self-organised self-important patrol – checking that no one was near what they called the Dangerous Pool – but all they did was circumnavigate it noisily in the darkness, shooting torch beams all over the place and occasionally making announcement on a Megaphone that Ferriswheel had got hold of somehow, yelling STAYAWAY FROM DANGER STAYAWAY FROM DANGER STAYAWAY into the mouthpiece, but so loud it cause distortion. All time they 2 were making their idiot way around the perimeter barricade Meth Head, Centrifuge and Artemis were still sitting together, right there close by on the other side of it, lit just by the soft faint glow from the pool, the earth below and the stars above and the moon itself, hands over their mouths to stop from laughing too much.