What exactly is the meaning of all this? Come on, folks, I have a very busy schedule. I don't have time to read every kooky fan email I get.

I suppose I don't really need to introduce myself, but here goes ... I am Sky Traveler, Illusionist Extraordinaire. My closest friends call me Connor.

Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

Hey, everyone! Tyr and I have a very important announcement to make!



We're getting married!

{Filter:Odin}

You've been quiet since our date. I thought it went very well so you can imagine I was surprised that you never called back. Is something wrong?"

[Aphrodite had been on edge for days. She knew the night of the hurricane had resulted in some likely long-term consequences, but this was one she hadn't been expecting. One that could possibly change the entire future of the race.

After days of nothing, she finally gets a test. The line is faintly blue--not truly clear if it's positive or not...]

[Phone call to Odin]

[she sounds uncharacteristically nervous]
...Erik? It's Callista. Sorry to bother you, but I had the feeling you'd rather know sooner than later. There's something I need to tell you...

Hello, my name's Tess Lawson. I just received an email that wouldn't die and it led me here. Can someone tell me what's going, please?

I never thought I'd say this, but I feel like going back to Philly. Haven't been there since I left, but I get the feeling that I'd like it a hell of a lot better now.

Those folks are partying HARDCORE out there.

What they hell are they putting in the drinking water in Phili?

Okay, fine. I followed the link, registered, and now I'm here.

Will someone please explain why it's so damned important I join the community?

Aphrodite's attitude during the hurricane was concerning. Coupled with what Sif had told him earlier he didn't like the direction things were going. He knew he'd pissed her off, and with how she was acting during the storm he didn't trust things.

So! Happy booty call or not, the Allfather was calling Tyr.

[Poseidon checked the phonelines, getting a blank dial-tone as he looked down at the madness below. Chelsea had taken to his room wrapping herself into the covers since he insisted on staying. 'Just a little water' he said as if a hurricane was no big deal. Maybe to him, but to her it was still a little unnerving. She was worried for her friends when she'd heard that loud whirling noise outside. Yet, here her dad was flipping on classical rock with a glass of gin in his hand.

"Dad really?" Chelsea said with a groan.

To Poseidon the wind and rain was calming. If she'd been an immortal child of the sea she would have known that. She was still young yet. He flopped down on the bed where she sat in a black lump under the sheet.

"Baby girl if anything comes flying through that window that sheet isn't going to do a fucking thing." She groaned again sliding it off her head as he laughed.

"You're Poseidon, make it stop!" she huffed.

"Oh, baby what's the fun in that?"

He laughed again downing his drink, trying not to think about anyone else he may question was sitting through this. He took another swallow of his drink. ]

[Filter: Medusa]
Staying dry, baby?

Oh, why kick up a fuss. It's a little wind and rain. If the Statue goes under then you can thank me.

Hmm. Hurricane is coming soon. I have a penthouse, but...

Do I stay up here, all by myself? Seek out shelter with a friend? Try to evacuate, maybe to Chicago? It's not too late yet.

Decisions, decisions...

So I don't know about you but I'm not even going to try to edge Huginn or Muninn out into the streets. It's a madhouse out there!

Besides. I'm on the top floor.

Teenage rebellion. It's going to cause me to make the harbor run red. I'm not fluffy. Percy Jackson, your Poseidon is a pansy. I make people hurt, fuck the niceness.

I must say, I think my winter collection is going to be absolutely smashing. But, I need some new talent to market it, especially for the men's line. A classic man to carry out classic silhouettes.

Any takers?

[Filtered to Norse]

All-Father, you asked us to alert you to anything we found out regarding the situation.

In that case, I thought you would want to know... Aphrodite was here, in Chicago, over the weekend.

Ok. So wacky hotel hostage situation and this is it? Life back to normal> I scoff at the universe.

Fess up! Of the lovely ladies, who is the most do-able? Yes, and why!

Hello, everyone. I assume we are all here because of that irritatingly obscure email? Where are my manners? My name is Aldo Fizzini, I'd say "a pleasure to meet you all", but I imagine this situation hasn't pleased anyone so I'll skip the theatrics.

What a strange day it's been!

That email has been bothering me all day, and I've just now gotten around to doing something with it. I almost overbaked a batch of cookies dealing with it.

Anyway, hello to everyone here. My name is Amber Wheatley, and I run a bakery in Chicago.

... Why am I getting spammed by links to New Age message boards? Ones that apparently carry viruses virii that get me into trouble on observing runs, no less. I didn't even know that printer worked any more.

Fine, I logged in, and I'm copying down details to send to your ISP. Once I find your ISP... Now can I go back to ignoring this? Grad students don't get summers off, and I'm in hot water with IT already.