Prompt from Brackenfern: the demigods have a fake Olympus meeting, kids acting as parents
It begins with the sound of scraping of chairs on marble.
Background conversation echoed, words indistinguishable, and a rumble of impending thunder left the hall silent.
"Thank you," said a voice, deep and commanding– but sounding very off. "The signs have been clear, and I'm sure that's why you have all gathered here so willingly. Being your mighty leader, I knew you would all follow what I said, despite your mutinous pasts."
Metal clinked as someone shifted in their seat. "Any mutiny was deserved," growled someone, another deep voice that had a strange ring to it.
"Mutiny is never deserved for a place like this," the first voice said, loftily.
"That's hardly a logical way at looking at your past squabbles with your siblings," a lilting voice said, lighter than the others.
"I'm just glad I was finally invited to a family meeting." The speaker sniffed exaggeratedly, as if offended.
"You know why you were always left out," someone further away said. The speaker continued, although his voice was slightly different– more nasal: "You can't keep yourself together enough. Not like me, with my amazing multitasking abilities."
A slam, and metal clinking. "I say we settle this Thunderdome style!"
"That's not a very good way to battle," the accented voice said. "There would be no good way to punish the loser, anyway… You should think things out more, really. Or just listen to me, as we all know I am the most intelligent."
"No one's more intelligent than me!" the first voice said, booming. "I am the best at everything here!"
"Yes, that's why you screw things up the most."
"No, that would be you, since you're ever so power-hungry–"
Someone yawned, and said: "When have I ever asked for more power than I very obviously deserve? Speaking of what I deserve, I think the River should be turned into a highway… Seems much more efficient…"
"If you want awful traffic, sure."
"You could aways help with that, of course, since you help with travel-"
"Not that kind of travel! I have enough on my extremely busy hands." Again, it seemed to be the same speaker as before, but slightly different.
"Hermes, now is not the time for complaints," the original booming voice chastised. "Unless they're my complaints, of course."
"That is not a very strategic way of handling your business, Zeus."
"Yeah! You should handle your business with bloodshed!"
"Hasn't that caused enough trouble, Ares?" Hermes said.
"And you all act as if it were I that wanted death all the time."
"That's because you reek of it," the accented voice said.
"I can't help that, even though Persephone or Demeter never smell… Nothing I can do…"
"So, Hades, you disagree with my BATTLE THEORY?"
"Yes, Ares, I do disagree. I am far too important to concern myself with Thunderdomes."
"Oh, important, that's what you are?"
Arguing erupted, and then a crrtt and a horrible scratching sound of stone on stone, followed by a low, commanding voice. "Wait." A tense silence fell in reply, then:
"This isn't a Fishermen's Monthly meeting?"