☀ SCENE: Frisbee of Doom
EXT. PARK – LATE AFTERNOON
The gang is hanging out in the grass. Marco is lying shirtless in the sun, Laura’s flipping through tarot cards half-ironically, and Hermes is chasing squirrels while eating grapes.
Someone — maybe Hermes, maybe some random human — pulls out a frisbee.
Hermes:
“Yo! Toss it!”
Marco flings it high and clean across the grass — fast, spinning.
Apollo catches it.
Then freezes.
The soft thwack in his hands echoes louder than it should. For a split second, the world seems to tilt sideways — the sun blinks out, and he’s no longer in the park.
FLASHBACK:
A discus. A scream.
Hyacinth falling, a red bloom opening in his curls.
BACK TO PRESENT
Apollo’s hands tremble. He stares at the frisbee like it’s a cursed relic.
Laura (concerned):
“…Hey, you okay?”
Apollo (flat):
“I once watched someone die because of a spinning object.”
Hermes (already realizing):
“Oh no.”
Marco (confused):
“It’s… plastic.”
Apollo (shaking):
“So was his laugh.”
Silence. Even the birds stop chirping.
Hermes walks over slowly, carefully takes the frisbee from Apollo’s hands.
Hermes (gentle):
“Okay. No more flying circles of trauma today. Let’s play something less cursed. Like Uno.”
Laura (softly):
“Or we can just sit.”
Apollo sits. In the sun. Quiet again.
He doesn’t cry. He just sets the frisbee down on the grass like it’s made of glass.
Godmode: Enabled 