The circus is in town and Wilson came back. There must be a connection. Because of all the down right gosh golly fantastic excitement can I get a head count? Wombat? Carebear? Lucky Charm?

[He's not going to say please and thank you but he means it.]

In the mean time I have a matter with another Jimmy.

[So, did anyone else think the City was lacking in Kiwis? Well, it certainly isn't an issue now. Here is yet another worried sounding New Zealander attempting to leave voice mail. Unfortunately for him, instead of finding its intended recipient it's broadcasting to the entire city.]

Axl. Hi. It's me. Zeb. Still waiting for that text. You know the one you promised me before letting those other gods kick me out because I was too mortal for you? Still not happy about that by the way, bro. I deserve some proper, real invites to your next god party. And no taking them back this time.

By the way, there's some seriously weird shit going on here. Even by your standards. So, just wondering... have you seen Auckland anywhere? Because I sort of don't think I'm in it anymore.

[Video opens with a tumbling view of not much. Someone says "Ow" and then there's a lot of mutual shushing. When the phone hits the ground, it faces directly upwards, and Luke crouches slowly into view. It looks like Serrure is sitting on his shoulders for some reason, and holding onto his head for balance. He picks up the phone and kind of shuffles with it into one corner to point it at his face and whisper into it.]

Somebody come and help us. We're trapped.

[And then he looks up, and around suddenly, like he's heard, or seen something, trying to shove the phone into his pocket simultaneously, and then there's a muffled whump and the video shuts off.

He's lost his balance and fallen sideways.]


[ooc: The rescue will be carried out by Axl. Responses will come from both Lokis, probably, once the immediate danger of someone walking by has passed.]

[The device shows a lot of static before that clears to show a house with a giant hole in the roof and much of the furniture inside destroyed. There is very little that has been left in one piece and plenty of it is still smoking from a flash fire that hit it.

In the center of it all is Michael. He's got his knees pulled up to his face and his arms wrapped around them. He doesn't want to see anyone. His wings are currently out, flared behind him as his shoulders shake a bit.

If one listens carefully, they can hear his muffled voice.]

...asshole...who said you could go? I was supposed ta get us both out of here. We were gonna go together.

...how could you just leave me?

[Grabbing a giant rock, he picks it up and throws it against a chair, smashing it without looking at it.]

I hate you, Raphael! I hate you!