John Lawrence and Juan Diez-Orozco (the two men Gabriel had hired to make Heaven’s deliveries) had charted a course from South America to Sydney. Of course the real business of their trip was not in Sydney, but off the Australian coast where they were to make their scheduled drop to Poseidon. They would continue on to Sydney only to refuel for the return trip to South America. Unfortunately for them, thanks to the information Mercury was able to provide the New South Wales authorities, their trip was intercepted and both men were arrested. But not before they could make their scheduled delivery. The follow-up investigation uncovered some proof that seemed to indicate that Heaven was the brains behind the operation, but the Boss’s son and his team of lawyers were able to spread a few bucks around and by laying low managed to keep the situation from blowing up in their faces.
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Since Poseidon so seldom ventured from from the ocean bottom anymore, he remained ignorant of the recent turn of events on the surface and immediately suspected treachery when the following shipment never arrived. When he finally discovered that his connection had been interrupted by the New South Wales authorities, he managed to rouse himself from his torpor sufficiently to unleash his wrath upon Sydney. However, Poseidon was mortified to learn that his powers had eroded greatly in recent years and that he was unable to conjure up even a level one hurricane. The meteorologists in Sydney put it in their books as a mere tropical storm. Greatly shaken by his apparent impotence, Poseidon slunk back in shame to the ocean depths once again to brood.
Originally posted by rwingettDoes that mean that Olympus wasn't revived?
John Lawrence and Juan Diez-Orozco (the two men Gabriel had hired to make Heaven’s deliveries) had charted a course from South America to Sydney. Of course the real business of their trip was not in Sydney, but off the Australian coast where they were to make their scheduled drop to Poseidon. They would continue on to Sydney only to refuel for the return tr ...[text shortened]... his apparent impotence, Poseidon slunk back in shame to the ocean depths once again to brood.
And what do you know? Here's the next installment already:
Zeus sent Mercury to visit Poseidon a short time thereafter. Mercury pleaded with Poseidon to take Zeus’s offer and take his position on the Olympus board of directors. Swayed by some generous stock options, and because he seemed to be thinking a little clearer these days, Poseidon finally agreed. But before he could do that, he first checked into the Olympus rehab clinic, and then made appearances on both Oprah and Jerry Springer. He slowly began to regain his old form and cautiously started to look forward to the public unveiling of the new Olympus.
Poseidon saw that Zeus had not been idle since the days of Theodosius. Zeus had updated polytheism for the new age. The old temple system had required a huge overhead and had been abandoned for a more centralized distribution system. Many of the minor deities had been laid off. Ares and Aphrodite had had very successful starring roles in the hit TV series, Xena: Warrior Princess, which had caused Zeus to wryly remark that these days it was better to have good ratings than to be worshipped. Instead of dallying with nymphs, Zeus was rumored to have had high publicity affairs with Madonna, Pamela Anderson, and/or Jennifer Lopez, depending on which tabloid you read. And Because it wasn’t dogged by the constant recalls that monotheism underwent due to the “problem of evil”, the public seemed ready to give polytheism a new appraisal. In order to make sure that the public’s renewed interest wasn’t just a passing fad, Zeus awarded Olympus’s lucrative marketing account to the McCann-Erickson Worldgroup agency. Yes, things were looking good.
Still more to follow. Will it ever end?
At Heaven’s world headquarters, the Boss was in a foul mood. That was nothing new, he usually was in a foul mood anyway, but this time he was in rare form. The recent drug bust and the potential for scandal that followed had him raging through the office corridors, shouting about “plagues” and “armageddon”. The son had to eventually take him aside and explain again that it was bad publicity to run the business that way these days. Those methods might have worked fine in the old days, but since he had assumed most of the day to day running of the business, the son had preferred to use the carrot over the stick as a matter of policy. Of course, he was not averse to brandishing a big stick himself on occasion, but he usually only did so as a last resort.
I have grown tired of this story now. This is not the end, but will probably be the last paragraph I submit. If anyone else wants to "finish the story", they have my blessings.
Originally posted by rwingettBless me, Great One, for I have singed. Indeed, Mr. Marx is a sing-er, with that beard. "Sing-ing the King's beard."
At Heaven’s world headquarters, the Boss was in a foul mood. That was nothing new, he usually was in a foul mood anyway, but this time he was in rare form. The recent drug bust and the potential for scandal that followed had him raging through the office corridors, shouting about “plagues” and “armageddon”. The son had to eventually take him aside and expla ...[text shortened]... e last paragraph I submit. If anyone else wants to "finish the story", they have my blessings.
Big Frankie the Duck, if memory serves.
Originally posted by royalchickenOnce again, I don't know what you're talking about. Has someone infiltrated your account and begun posting gibberish in your name? 😉
Bless me, Great One, for I have singed. Indeed, Mr. Marx is a sing-er, with that beard. "Sing-ing the King's beard."
Big Frankie the Duck, if memory serves.