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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.]

Comments

[friggmagnet]

...and this is relevant because?

[intheblanks]

Oz.

My mistake, I thought you'd got the joke.

[friggmagnet]

Right. Thanks, mate. Helpful.

[intheblanks]

I'm assuming you'll have been picked up by someone on the welcome wagon by now.

[friggmagnet]

So far I've been told I'm in a City I can't escape from where I may get cursed by gods but no one knows what they're actually gods of.

[intheblanks]

Nothing. They're not gods, they're interdimensional jailers. Don't throw any ceremonies for them.

[friggmagnet]

I wasn't planning on it, no.

[I bet they don't have a whole day of the week named after them, neener.]