[Coyolxauhqui smiles. She's looking nice and chipper today. Why, she even gives a wave to the camera.]

My new guide has suggested that we play a game. I wish to play Ullamaliztli again. [A pause. Maybe she should translate that one.] The Ballgame. The sacred Ballgame of the Gods. I know some will remember this. There are two teams and one ball. ( Read more... )

[Did you miss her, Barge? I bet you missed her. She missed you! sorta]

I have been thinking. I should not be surprised the Doctor left. The Doctor and his kind always leave.

[She scoffs, but those who know her can tell her heart's not in it. She pauses, collecting herself, then begins to laugh.]

Newcomers! I am Coyolxauhqui. I am goddess of ( Read more... )

[Coyolxauhqui's propped up the camera on a pile of cloth, giving the Barge a nice shot of the center of her cabin. The divinity is sat on the floor by the small pool of water, looking like her old self, save for the fact that her earlobes look like they've been not-so-neatly sliced in half with a pointy rock ( Read more... )

Our time together is ending. With blood comes renewal. New life. I will leave and I will take the gods with me, and you will think of me when you look into the sky.

But first, a riddle.

What is a little blue-green jar filled with popcorn?

Someone is sure to guess my riddle; it is the skyBrothers, sisters, to the top of the temple we march ( Read more... )

[Coyolxauhqui's seated on a plush-looking pile of cotton textiles in a nondescript area of the Barge, casually sipping on some sort of frothy concoction. Her skin is cut to ribbons - ears, arms, legs, but she's scrubbed and polished and looking pleased with herself. She sips on the drink and then speaks, her voice sounding like her tongue might be ( Read more... )

For those who gave me gifts, I thank you. They were unexpected, but receiving them brought me much pleasure. One offeri...gift in particular has been my favorite, but I am grateful for all that has been given to me ( Read more... )

[Coyolxauhqui turns on the video. She's lounging in a chair, wearing some fine-looking lederhosen taken from some poor local and this lovely poncho/sweater.

She has no sense of fashion. Deal with it, Barge.]

I have given in, as you say. I have written my letter to San-ta.

[She holds the letter, something resembling this, up to the camera and ( Read more... )

There seem to be many divinities aboard now. None that I know. You seem so strange to me ( Read more... )

[Good afternoon, Barge! La Calavera Catrina, the very elegant skull, gives a cheery wave to the camera. She's been leaving Mexican marigolds everywhere she wanders, singing and dancing and generally being a festive, enthusiastic, party-going dead person ( Read more... )

[Hey Barge! Have a closeup of Coyolxauhqui's face. She's grinning, oh how she's grinning, and she appears to be bouncing on her feet.

After a couple of seconds it's pretty clear that she is, in fact, running. Running like the wind. When she speaks it's loud and fast ( Read more... )