Reblogged from Tangental:

No one could explain it. Science was confounded. Even religious leaders, who found meaning in texts incomprehensible to mere mortals, struggled to make sense of this astronomical phenomenon. A sign, an omen, a mere freak of collective consciousness – it defied rational and irrational explanation. Maybe the second moon was, indeed, cheese. That would make more sense than any other alternatives.
At 19 Olympus Drive Pallas Athena put away the dishes and picked up Atlas’ robes. They were looking distressed – he was definitely thickening around the waist. Either he needed to lift a few more worlds or she’d have to reduce the ambrosia and add chia seeds instead. That might be a little bit ‘new godly’ for an unreconstructed deity like her husband, but he wasn’t young any more and was spending too much time in the Foothills for her liking.
She passed Horace’s room and stopped. He was unusually quiet. She would like to think he was revising for his Awe and Wonder exams after the holidays but the flashing lights and giggles suggested otherwise.
‘Horace, what in Our Name are you doing?’

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