[Re-Introduction: Sir Dinadan]

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

Dinadan awakens, which is already several positive steps ahead of where he thought he'd be this morning (viz. in the void from which there is no awakening, or in the hereafter that he has done nothing particularly to avoid). A giddy thrill of relief washes through him. He cautiously cracks one eye open, and then the other. For a moment, the sunlight's brightness overwhelms him--an aching reminder that he is, somehow, alive.

But as the sunlight becomes bearable, he realizes that he is somehow, impossibly, once again, in Sagramore's cabbages.


"Christ, do you really only have one joke?" he calls to the sky--but he's grinning all the same. A life condemned to cabbages is better than a death condemned to Hell or the void, and given those are the only two options, he'll gladly take the cabbages.

Friends and strangers may find a tall, blond knight minstrel wandering around in Sagramore's borrowed clothes, occasionally strumming his rebec, definitely not touching anything he shouldn't.

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[vineleaves]

“Oh! From Camelot?” Probably not from, y’know, Camelot, as in the musical. Though there’s a possibility, of course… It’s not like Dionysus and Apollo are from the same version of mythology, after all. “Sagramore, Lancelot, and Galahad are here as well!”

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"From Camelot, yes! I've found Sagramore and Lancelot already; Galahad eludes me, but then again, I'm not entirely sure I'd recognize him if I saw him. We moved in very different circles, in Camelot."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, I'm sure you'll meet him here soon enough! He's a big sweetheart, trust me. He let me officiate his wedding!"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Either Lancelot's let you in on the joke, or it isn't a joke at all--tell me, as solemnly as you can, is Galahad really married? Our Galahad? Famously chaste?"

[vineleaves]

“He is! Things are much better for him now that he’s away from that shitty god who wouldn’t let him do anything that brought him any sort of joy.” Dionysus pauses, then adds in a sort of half-hearted way, “Ah, sorry if you’re a fan of that god, or anything. But I’ve got a listof things to bring up to him if he ever decides to show his damn face around here.”

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Oh, believe me, I have no particular reverence for Galahad's God," says Dinadan dryly. "I'd just always sort of assumed he ... didn't want to do anything generally considered pleasurable. I myself have no real taste for the so-called pleasures of the flesh. If he's spent all this time resisting, then I suppose I should send my condolences to his husband--he must miss the outside of his bedchamber. Perhaps he'll see it again one day."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus makes a mental note not to put Dinadan on any future orgy invite lists, even if he's really cute and darling.

He laughs. Not, perhaps, as fully as he usually does, but it is one of his warmer laughs in the past however-many-days. "Surprisingly, they do both get out and about occasionally. Claudius -- ah, that's Galahad's husband -- is just as nice as Galahad, and loves meeting new people. He'll be excited to get to talk to you, whenever you run into him, I'm sure."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"What's he like, this Claudius?" Dinadan is doing his best to picture the kind of man who'd marry Galahad, and all he's coming up with is an equally somber God-botherer. Just as nice as a man who's essentially a marble statue, what the hell does that mean??

[vineleaves]

"Oh, just absolutely lovely! Very friendly and charming, and he loves gardening, and he's teaching my -- ah, this kid here I sort of look after, Mercutio, ah, Claudius is teaching him science. Mostly just how to blow stuff up, I think, from the sound of it--"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

Dinadan does his very best to pick his jaw up off of the ground. "He sounds like a fit friend for a god of wine and drama," he manages, after a moment. "Are you absolutely sure we have the same Galahad? Pale, solemn, frighteningly good with a blade?"

[vineleaves]

"Pale, only solemn sometimes or if you're just not paying enough attention, and I can't speak to how good he is or isn't with a blade, I try to stay away from things that sharp as often as I can help it."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Probably the same Galahad. Christ, this place changes people! I heard Lancelot laugh yesterday."

[vineleaves]

"Oh good, he's got a lovely laugh, doesn't he? -- Ah, I think it's more that this place allows people to be who they are at their core, without needing to worry about any societal bullshit they might have been forced to endure, and to recover from it." Not to mention being free from the Christian god and all his problems.

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Mm. And what about people who have no core? People who are so good at patter and shine that they never bothered to develop anything beneath it?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, everyone has a core. Even if they haven't realized what it is yet."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"If you weren't the god of drama, I'd refuse to take you at your word--but I suppose if anyone would know, you would."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus grins. "Being a god has perks, occasionally."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Only occasionally?"

[vineleaves]

"Okay, most of the time."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"That's what I thought."

[vineleaves]

"Oh! Speaking of, would you like some wine?"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"How good of you to ask!" A deep bow. "I'd be delighted."

[vineleaves]

As is a common sight for people in the mansion by now, but likely decidedly uncommon of a sight for newly-arrived Dinadan, Dionysus makes a tangle of vines appear in the air that fade away, leaving behind two glasses of a nice red wine. He hands one to Dinadan with a smile. "All yours!"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"That is a perk," says Dinadan, eyes widening. He reaches out to take a glass, and sips. "Quite a good vintage, too."

[vineleaves]

“I’m glad you like it! If you ever want any others, or anything specific let me know. I can make whatever wine you’d like, so long as it’s a grape-based on and not a rice wine or anything — oh! Actually I can make mead now too, I have my thyrsus back, it usually stays in my rooms though so that I don’t lose it again-“