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[friggmagnet]

[The feed starts with a audio. Someone obviously thinks their device is a phone and is attempting to leave a voicemail.]

Mike? Um, what’s going on here? Is this like some God shit? You told me Goddess ceremonies are different, but I was seriously not expecting this. Not until the drinking started, anyway.

And Mike? If you’re just fucking with me this is seriously NOT the time. Call me back, yeah?

[Axl ends the call, inadvertently turning on the video. There’s a shot of a young man in skinny jeans and a t-shirt, soaked completely to the skin before he shoves the phone in his pocket. His voice is heard muffled through his jeans before it turns off.]

Uh, ‘scuse me? I’m not in Auckland, am I? It's in New Zealand, yeah.

Oh... fuck.





[ooc: You are now plus one Norse god, City! Action for anyone near the fountain. Axl is 6'3" and soaking wet so he will be easy to spot. BRING HIM A TOWEL BEFORE HE CATCHES HIS DEATH and takes everyone with him.]

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[infernoandhearth]

They might be very secretive about it.

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[friggmagnet]

Oh yeah. I guess that makes sense.

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[infernoandhearth]

Gods tend to be a bit private, I've found. It's why so many people think they're not real.

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[friggmagnet]

Probably right, yeah.

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[infernoandhearth]

So. Do you need a guide? I've prior experience.

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[friggmagnet]

Finding somewhere to get dry clothes would be awesome.

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[infernoandhearth]

People do tend to land in the fountain. I'll see what I can do.

[He's already walking over to Axl, a towel flung over one shoulder. Thanks to the curse, he also ticks faintly, and has a key stuck in his back.]

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[friggmagnet]

Cheers, mate. I owe you one.

[There's not much to do with a towel when your clothes are still on, other than dry his hair, which is pretty much dry by now anyway. He at least drops the entire gangly six-plus feet of his body onto the sidewalk so he can pull off his shoes and empty them out. They're rather large shoes and have absorbed a lot of water.]

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[infernoandhearth]

[That and plus the fact the towel feels like it just came out of the dryer.]

Oh, it's the least I could do, I expect. We might try the Welcome Centre, but I'm not certain they'll have anything in your size. [He considers Axl for a moment.] I might call in a few favours.

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[friggmagnet]

[Oooh, dryer fresh. Nice.]

Yeah, that's usually a problem. Welcome Centre?

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[infernoandhearth]

There are a lot of new arrivals. The Welcome Centre prepares for them. It's sort of a shelter. You might want to resort to it if you can't be bothered with a job.

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[friggmagnet]

Wait, I have to get a job here? That's bullshit, they're the ones who kidnapped me.

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[infernoandhearth]

And yet here you are, with places that require money, and the need for a job all the same.

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[friggmagnet]

Bollocks.

[Squeezing his socks out now, don't mind him.]

[infernoandhearth]

If you move often enough, you can squat. The landlords work it out after the first day, though. Somehow.

[friggmagnet]

What about all your stuff?

[infernoandhearth]

[...stuff?]

You could get a rucksack, I suppose.

[friggmagnet]

You must not have a lot of shit, mate.

[infernoandhearth]

[He spreads his hands apart.]

Only what I have on me.

[friggmagnet]

... don't you have a change of clothes?

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke laughs, and nods.]

Yes, I've a change of everything. Are you dry enough, yet? Fancy heading to the Welcome Centre?

[friggmagnet]

Yeah, should be right, mate.

[Heaving himself up again, toeing his shoes on.]

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke waits patiently for Axl to get his shoes on, and then beckons at him.]

Come on, they might still have a meal going.

[friggmagnet]

Oh yeah? Brilliant.

Uh, I'm Axl.

[infernoandhearth]

I'm Luke, then. Hallo. [He starts walking.]