OK... It's after sunset. Happy Purim to all the Jews out there. This is also the one holiday where my people are religiously mandated to get blackout drunk. Seriously. So, if anyone needs me before Monday, well, I make no guarantees I'll be coherent or remember anything from it.

Well... Thought you'd want to be the first ones outside the family to know...

Looks like I'm about to be a father of four. Cian got his wish. He'll be a big brother sometime in September. He's thrilled. So is Lilith. And I couldn't be prouder.

So, you said you had some East Coast business coming up... Any idea when you might be in the DC area?

You know, once you get past the age of 21, birthdays become a lot less fun.

I won't lie. I wish Nina and Jonah could be here.

Gentlemen, I feel ample time has been given for the proverbial dust to settle. What news do you have for me?

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

This may seem rushed, as Ogma has only just joined our ranks, however we have been decidedly stalled in our progress. I fear we may be falling behind. And I dislike wasting time.

Arthur, have you acquired the clue from Gawain's shop, or is that required? I can have it collected if so. We should get it into Ogma's hands immediately.

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 King Arthur]

Hey... Adam? Have you heard from Jonah recently? I can't seem to get in touch with him. I'm worried. It's like he's disappeared from the face of the earth.

Very well then. You wish my attention so badly, you may have it.

Though those who demand my attention ought to know who they've summoned, I shall still introduce myself. I am Maeve Windthrope. Yes, that one. Now someone explain the reason why I have been virtually hounded by this website. And it had better be a good reason.

All right. I don't know who's in charge of this site, but if you keep getting repeat requests for membership from one of the senators from Rhode Island, I'm probably to blame. Sorry. The pages kept printing off in the office, and he picked one up thinking it was his. He said he couldn't get it to work, though. But I did, and I'm set up now.

Anyway, introductions are in order, yes? I'm Hada Morgenstern, and I work as a lobbyist on Capitol Hill.

Who are all of you?

I can appreciate persistence, but really, spamming my business email is not the best way to get positive attention from me.

But I suppose it's also effective. This is Ebony Duron, how can I help you?

[Phone Call to Arthur]

Hey, mate, are you enjoying the winter charms of Nebraska yet?

It's been a month since that damned incident at the hotel. Nimue hasn't been seen since. I'm going to just lay it out and admit that I'm Not Taking This Well. If anyone has the slightest idea what happened to her, our particular court would appreciate hearing about it.


Also, I'm not going to discuss anything further, but I just want to reiterate something for everyone, especially the gods, who might still be confused: Sexual Assault Is Not Acceptable Behavior. Full Stop.

You know, when you're the security director for a major hotel/casino, having suspicious emails hijacking the printers doesn't look too good on your part.

But, I'm here now: Kitty Richmond, director of security for the MGM Grand Casino/Hotel. Someone mind filling me in on the rest?

Bloody hell. Just saw the news. First the little miss down by the fish market, and now a bar burning to the ground with all the patrons still inside...

Oh, brother of mine, just what is it you're up to?

I don't want to think about all this weird stuff anymore.
Impromptu survey!
What are the best parts of being who you are now?

For me, it's definitely California itself. And Mom. And the chance to get my hands dirty.

So... Got the email. Apparently this is the only way to get rid of the motherfucker.

Ciara Talbot. Y'all might know me better as The Destroyer if you're boxing fans.

One of all y'all mind telling me what the hell this is all about now that I'm here?

The hotel phones were different than he was used to. Adam had to get Dai to help him figure it out. But he was pretty sure he'd gotten the conference call to work

[Poseidon didn't get up to go to work Monday morning, spending most of the day in bed. His headache had finally started to cease since the other night, and Chelsea used it to her advantage to stay out of school.

"Dad?" Chelsea said crawling onto the bed beside him and moving his arm from his face. He responded with a grunt, straining to open his eyes. She curled up beside him. "You have to take me to school."

"Take the bus."

She looked him over. He'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days, sleeping more than he was out and that wasn't Poseidon. She didn't like seeing him weak in any way. She laid her head down against his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Dad, come on. Let's have breakfast."]

Nice to own your own firm. Can do what you like. Nice to sleep in for a morning, though I will miss flirting with the secretary. She's got a nice set of legs.