Modern Gods RPG

( Text to Hermes )

Who: Hermes, Hades, and Baron Samedi (and an unconscious Jordan)
What: Soul-cramming
Where: Jordan's hospital room
When: Wednesday, midday
Rating: PGish?

( This had been a bad week for Hermes, but a worse one for his newest friend. )

( Text Message to Hermes (sent around 3:30 AM) )

Who: Ian and Wes/Hermes, later by Brenna/Badb
Where: Ward Penthouse
When: Sunday early morning, right after the start of the riots

( Yes, my wife is insane but a goddess? Riiight. )

Who: Thoth and Hermes
Where: Samuel's apartment
When: Friday Night
Why: Sometimes even the God of Knowledge has to outsource.

( Questions, rituals, and souls, oh my. )

Who: Reed and Wes (Neptune and Hermes)
When: Friday, March 2, 2012 | night
Where: the lab
What: an unannounced visit

After the trip to the antique shop and meeting with Lydia, Neptune surrendered control to his host. Reed was out of sorts and still thinking about part of his conversation with Lydia. She seemed to think his weapon was a bad idea. Was it? Would he live to regret his creation if it succeeded? He couldn't be sure. He also didn't know if he could trust Ian Ward, and too much had been going on in Reed's life to investigate the guy and his company the way Reed had said he would.

With that in mind, he headed to campus rather than his apartment to pack some more. He needed some time in the lab. It was where he did most of his thinking, and this required a lot of thought. Plus, maybe tinkering with the railgun would help him decide if he should actually finish it.

Being a Friday night, the lab was empty. All of Reed's students were out doing what students did best: getting drunk. He didn't think it wise to drink while working with dangerous equipment, so Reed was sober, but he was sure that would not be the case when he eventually returned to his apartment.

Sitting on a high stool at his primary work desk, he messed with some equations on his tablet, tweaking them to see if he might find a solution to the weapon's primary problem: it was a one time use. The projectile did too much damage. "Fuck," he said with a sigh and put his head down on the desk.

To: McKenzie, Kurt
From: Shepherd, Sylvia
Subject: Public Relations Coordinator for Wes Cummings

Mr. McKenzie,

Please give me a call at your earliest convenience. Mr. Cummings has extended my contract with him for one condition; that I offer my services in Talent Management to you and your establishment. I understand this may be a bit sudden, but to put a less-than-fine point on it, that's how Wesley works. I'd love to meet with you to discuss details. Whether you chose to accept or decline, Mr. Cummings has asked me to take the liberty to book Miss Erika Badu for a live performance at your venue next Saturday night.

Looking forward to speaking with you,
S. Shepherd.



( Text to Kurt )

Who: Wes and Tara [Hermes and Zeus]
What: Zeus is totally curious about others.
Where: Starlight Diner.
When: Friday, 3/2 late afternoon.

( Tara didn't know what to make of Wes, but Zeus was proud of Hermes. )

Who: Wes/Hermes and Kurt
What: Making drinks and (powerful) friends
Where: Flanagan's Irish Pub
When: Monday night
Rating: PG-13ish (language)

( Johnny, I hardly knew ya. )

Who: EVERYONE? Basically anyone that can legit find a reason to be at this party!
What: Thanks to Abigail it's become common knowledge that Lydia has the apartment to herself until Saturday, so it's party time at the Apostolos place! Tons of people get invited and it may swing a little out of control when some gods begin to arrive with their vessels!
Where: The Apostolos Apartment above the Antique Shop and Showroom.
When Friday at eight!

( Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit... )