So... OK. Keep checking on our place. Found something. Looks like... maybe a keyhole of some kind? Kinda looks wadjet-shaped. So... yeah. Might be needing that.

Oh, and Bes? Simba says he approves of your new mate. Thinks she'll be able to provide you with plenty of kittens.

Most persistent spam ever I'm assuming that this isn't for a Viagra support group How the hell do you do this?

Hello. I got tired of deleting the email from my inbox and this seemed to be the only way to get it to stop. I'm not entirely sure what comes next but I hope it doesn't result in more random emails from mysterious sources. Is there a next step to this or am I free to reclaim my internet connection again?

So, while I'm on this fucking suspension, been helping out the cat with your issue. Fuck, y'all. All y'all's dealing in some serious shit.

So.... Sisters...

Mel, how did Triton like his fish? And how did your... other meeting go?

And Athena! Did our Sea Prince make a good impression on your father?

[Filter: Egyptians]

Good-news-bad-news time.

Good news: So. Our place was easy to find. Especially with the help of our special friend. Just right down the street from my work. Inside the Luxor.

Bad news: There's no way to get in. Not without... problems.

Seeing as we're here for an unknown quantity of time, I'd like to just ensure everyone is doing well. I'd be happy to oversee the prenatal care for our expecting mothers (and, fathers, you are welcome to be present for the examinations if you wish). In fact, I'd like to get routine checkups in for all of you this week, if possible.

And anyone else with residual injuries and scars from the unfortunate attacks... I'll be happy to assist with that as well.

Sigyn, if you wil be my assistant, I'd be most appreciative.

Well, that wasn't very nice.

Someone has blown up my car.

Hello, Godlings. Have you all been playing nicely together? I do hope so. You'll need to.

You've done well otherwise so far. Finding your lost treasures. But those won't be enough. There is more to find.

[Filter: Celts]
A secret has been lost in Eire, and it sings where the living voices went silent.

[Filter: Egyptians]
Once your blood ran through the veins of kings, and their power remains there buried. Find it, and it is yours again.

[Filter: Greeks]
Westward where the son of Troy, and the children of Venus and Mars brought forth their power, a piece remains.

[Filter: Hindu]
Far in the East, near where warriors come forth from the earth, a touch of power remains. Its music can make you dance again.

[Filter: Judeo-Christians]
You must seek the song in the wilderness again to find the lost power, far to the Devil's own continent.

[Filter: Norse]
The mountains hold secrets again, high in the clouds, but you must go south to seek the power that was lost. It sings in the shadow of the lost city.

[/filters]

Remember. You must strike while the time is hot. Let it grow cool, and it may slip through your fingers.

Okay, so, everyone who got a strange visitor lately... Show of hands? Tell me it wasn't just me?

Discovery of the week: You're not allowed to sign for packages in blood. Even if it's the only thing you have on hand.

_Ha Ha ^Ha.

[Filter: Egyptians]

For the record? Breaking into zoo labs is not my favorite thing to do. All those snakes. Not to my liking.

But, mission accomplished. I have the scale. Where do we want to keep it?

Wonderful. Just when I thought that they were going to try and get back to important issues... A bill is being proposed now that would require all of us to register ourselves as godlings. With our names, addresses, and powers. So the entire world would know who we are, where we live and what we can do.

I promise, I'm doing what I can to fight it.

It is disgraceful how many of my housemates are panicking to get their taxes in at the last moment today. I thought I had trained them better than that.

In Washington

"...yes, I absolutely believe that these... things are a menace to America. Their very existence is an attack on the American Bill of Rights, forcing millions of Americans to be told that their beliefs are wrong. And that just cannot be allowed. We need to set up watchgroups. At the very least, we need to identify, tag and monitor them. They could come from anywhere at any time, and God only knows what havoc they can cause."

--Roger Warren, Head of the Joint Chiefs of staff, at a press conference.




In Alabama

"...Well, it is simply un-Christian for these people to be saying and doing what they are! Trying to put themselves before God and Jesus! Affecting our weather patterns and causing miracles? We here at the Foundation promise that we will fight to put an end to all this, so help us God!"

--Mimi Osmond, leader of the Foundation for Christian Families

[Easter weekend, Bastet headed to California to visit her brother over the holiday. And make a side trip or two to a museum. Specifically, the one hiding their artifact. It took her breath away. The Wadjet itself. The real one--she could feel it thrumming with power. That night, she broke in and stole it for herself. Easy as pie.]

[Filter: Egyptians]
Hey guys... The Easter Kitty picked up a special little goodie for us. When can I come to New York to show you?

Motherfuckers.

They've fucking suspended me from the circuit. Fucking suspended me. Look, bitches, that was only the ONE day I had four arms. It wasn't a problem before, so why the fuck are you feeding me this shit now?

[Phone Call to Seth]

Heeeeeey. Seth. Question for you. What is the best way to get your friend's attention? You know which one I mean.

Hello, godlings. Have you missed us?

I am pleased at how well your progress is coming along. Some of you know where you must go. Some of you have even acquired your first artifacts. There is more to be done, of course, but I am pleased thus far. Soon, you will not need to hide behind your current shells.

That does, however, beg a question. Can you be trusted to be yourselves again? Can the world be trusted to handle you? There is only one way to find out.

Your test begins at sunrise tomorrow, on the Equinox. It ends at sunrise the next day. We will be watching you.

So, okay, I'm posting this during my planning period (I teach English to high school students), but I did get the email inviting me here.

My name is Alan Cleary--"Big Al," if you like--and, like I said, I'm a teacher. I also have two awesome kids, my son Devin, who is 16 and one of my students, and my daughter Harper, who's 11.

What's this place all about?

[Email to Seth]

Hey, babycakes. Wanted to let you know that I got in touch with your little cat friend. Saw her brother out in Cali after that last Hollywood gig. Didn't find no necklace, just another fucking piece of paper. But, still. Wanted to tell you thanks.

Say, when you and your girl coming down to see me next?