Who: Thoth and Hermes Where: Samuel's apartment When: Friday Night Why: Sometimes even the God of Knowledge has to outsource.
He paced the living room of his apartment. His hands were linked behind his back and his lips pursed together in a frown. He had hit a dead end and he wasn’t quite certain where to take the next step, and for someone like Thoth, uncertainty was something that didn’t sit too well. Walking new territory was something that happened so rarely that in the past five thousand years, he could count how often on a single hand. But, this world didn’t work like the others, and it was that detail that was driving him a new little nuts.
His apartment was large by New York standards, though it wasn’t as posh as many places were. Living room was spacious, and there was a small balcony and a handful of bedrooms on a second floor. It really was more of a condo than an apartment, though it was billed as such. But, since making his new salary, Samuel had indulged just a little on the latest gizmos and gadgets in televisions, game consoles and entertainment systems. Likewise the handful of couches throughout the living room were of respectable leather.
It took a few minutes of Samuel pestering Thoth to ask for help, something the god hadn’t wanted to do. Not because he was too proud to ask for help, but this particular time was too personal. But, he had nothing better to do, and so, he prepared himself as he gathered some of the components together and sat in the middle of the living room cross-legged. And then, with a silent chant in an Egyptian dialect so old there had never been any hint of it to mankind, he sent a mental summons out toward his target. “Hermes, I have a favor to ask.” He knew he didn’t need to sign it or announce himself, after all, it was the other god’s power to track down things. With the summons behind it, it would be all too easy to track.