Ganymede

Some of the Items I've got in my Pockets - might not work, in this Realm. Such as a Flash-Light that uses Batteries.

*He nods* I can imagine. Batteries don't work here.

::: Drunk Garden Gnomes ::: whom ever thought that would be a Genre.

*snorts, trying to hide a laugh* Garden gnomes? *gestures to the sprawled figure* I doubt even Dionysus's wildest parties included those. *glances around, stifling a grin* Though the laurel wreaths do resemble… small hats.

*shrugs, a touch of amusement in eyes* Mortal needs. *turns, heading toward the throne hall* I’ll inform the gods of your…absence.

(attempting to pick up another drunken patron, after they've stumbled on the lawn)

*raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on lips* A bit much for lawn ornaments, don't you think? *glances at the figure* Though I suppose even gods enjoy a good party.

*tilts head, eyes narrowing slightly* Pocket Realm? *soft laugh* Few mortals grasp Olympus’ vastness. *gestures to endless golden halls* Zeus’s domain spans dimensions.

This isn't some kind of Campground?

*arches a brow, gaze flickering over the marble halls* Campground? *soft chuckle* Olympus has no need for mortal tents. *gestures toward distant thunder* Though father’s storms might resemble tempests.

I'm looking for Parlus Louch.

*tilts head slightly, gaze flickering to the distant throne hall* Parlus? The war-god’s son? Last I saw, he was arm-wrestling Ares near the eastern pillars. *adjusts the wine jug on shoulder* Careful-Ares still bears a bruise.

(Looking for my own Patron Saint, Janus for clues.)

*He looks at you curiously* Are you looking for Janus?

yes.