22nd March
19:32 GMT -4
Play appears to be going fine so far. The basic story is that the Queen has to pay a diplomatic visit to a neighbouring city state and leaves her son in charge in her absence. Most of the other characters dismiss him, but he does an alright job and they start to come around until he does something unwise -there are a few versions of exactly what and I haven't check which they're using- involving a group of visiting merchants. The version where he seduces a foreign merchant's daughter is fairly popular, though there are a couple of others. That results in one of the goddesses getting pissed off with him -for reasons of self preservation Amazons usually depict the deity in question as being a foreign goddess- and raining hardships down on his head while he tries to make things right. Again, depending on the version they're using he either succeeds, finally proving his worth, dies in the attempt and so takes the goddess' wrath onto himself and is hailed as a hero post-mortem or fails despite his best efforts and it falls to his allies to fix things. Needless to say, in that version it's pretty much 'rock falls everyone dies'.
Huh. Didn't really think about it before, but I haven't met who they've got playing-.
"Can I... Get a hand here?"
I look around as one of the stage hands tries dragging a large and heavy-looking chest up the steps to the backstage area. He's looking at me and I'm about to send over a filament when Mala grabs the handle at the other end of the chest and lifts it up one handed.
"Oh. Ah, than-" Mala kneels, gets a grip on the base and lifts it up and onto her right shoulder. "-ksss…"
"Where is it being taken?"
"Ah…" Mala is a well muscled woman, but she isn't a professional body builder. If that chest is as heavy as he was making it look… Oh. I knew some Amazons had divine heritage, but if she's that strong it probably means… "Just up there. The director said it was for the guy playing the prince."
"I will see that he gets it."
"Right." He's staring, trying to work out how the hell she's doing that. "I'll, um. I'll get back to work."
She nods, then turns around and heads towards me.
I flick my left index finger at the chest.
"I hadn't realised.
"
"Being the daughter of the most prolific rapist to have ever lived is not something many of us boast about. Divine heritage or not."
"No, I… Of course.
" The Heraklya are Herakles' daughters, sired when he raped their mothers during the sack of the Old City. That myth about him
impregnating all fifty of Thespius' daughters? It turns out that one of Zeus' powers he inherited was super fecundity. The Amazons may have only been his subjects for less than a week before the goddesses enabled their flight but he certainly.. took advantage of the situation. And it wasn't exactly hard to determine paternity, there weren't any other super strong men around at the time. The children were seen for a long time as a particularly unpleasant reminder of the whole episode. I remember reading that the young men ended up being more or less exiled, assigned to the job of monitoring the mainland. Opinion on the women slowly moderated itself as the centuries passed and they're no longer quite the sign of ill-omen they once were.
Mala removes the chest from her shoulder and lowers it to the floor. "Though it is one of the reasons why I am so close to Diana. I am one of the few guards she can wrestle with on near equal terms."
"I thought that Captain Philippus handled that with the
Gauntlets and
Sandals?
"
"She did much, but it was hardly practical for her to be on hand at all times. And I believe that Queen Hippolyta wanted to spread the joys of teaching as far as possible."
"I suppose you wouldn't have had much opportunity to do that for a while.
"
"There is always something to learn, but… No. I was assigned as her guard when she was an infant, after the Circle made their treacherous attempt on her life and as an instructor when she grew to maidenhood. Even back when we had children who required instruction, I could not easily take part. The risk of me injuring them was simply too great. It was a privilege to be able to aid her."
"Miss her while she was gone?
"
"It was good for her to be able to see something of the world, but…
Yes. I think we all did."
I raise my eyebrows and incline my head slightly.
"Oh, not like..
that. That is to say… I think we are all a little in love with Diana. Her intelligence, her conviction, her kindness and generosity,-"
"Yes, I've-.
"
"-her truly magnificent breasts."
…
"Not.. totally comfortable thinking about my best friend's mother in that way. Though if we're talking about it, have you noticed that her hair-?
"
"I
know. It must be one of Gaea's gifts, because mortal hair would tangle far more readily."
"Mine does, and I keep mine inside a force field!
"
We share a smirk at our shared foolishness.
"Have you got any idea who Clio's got-
" I tap the crate with my left foot.
"-playing the male lead?
"
"Ughh?"
"No, and I am not sure when she would have had time to cast the role. I had wondered if she might have asked you-"
"Mmmngh!"
"-or Prince Kon."
"Did you hear that?
"
Mala hesitates. "Was it not coming from the stage?"
Ring.
Compliance.
Orange filaments strike the locks and clasps, turning and opening them. Inside are various pieces of Greco-Roman costume and
oh shit. I cut the gag to free Clio's mouth before slicing at the cord binding her, and she gasps for air.
Mala pulls her out. "Clio, who did this?"
"And if you're here, who the heck is that in the stalls?
"
Clio steadies herself against Mala's shoulder. "Some
foe of Diana's. She did not say her name, but bound me with her magic and forced me inside."
"A shapeshifter or an illusionist, then.
" I generate a railgun construct and load a mageslayer round.
"Might even be Circe if I'm really lucky.
"
"How long ago was this?"
"The performance is tonight?"
"The performance is happening
now.
"
"Then.. days ago. But I did not experience that time."
"Mala, find out what happened. I'm stopping the play.
" I try to transition to the stage, but something is blocking me. Fine then. I transition to the left wing and stride