text;

[aroundthecoroner]

So, uh, anybody seen any gods lately?

[No, this isn't the start of a shitty comedy set, it's the start of a shitty network post. Michael doesn't make these often; this might be his third in more than a year. But this situation seems to warrant it, and if no one else is talking about it yet... well. Someone's got to.]

I don't think it's a coincidence that the power's out, the water doesn't work, and those monsters are coming into the city whenever they feel like it.
That and, um, I haven't been able to contact any of the gods?
They don't show up in the temples, either.
I'm probably the last person to notice this, but I think something's, uh, pretty wrong here?

[Anyone familiar with him will know that this isn't a result of speech-to-text; he really does just type that way.]

Or I could be completely wrong and just missing them.
So, um, discuss I guess.
What's our plan if they really are gone?

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[imhisaunt]

[That 'maybe' is not the most reassuring]

You and Harley need to be mighty careful, Michael. I've got more sweaters if you need them and.... oh dear...what else is there ....I have some slippers....

[Yes, Delmar has set his phone down and is literally rummaging through his closet trying to find things he could bundle the boys up with]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael tries to speak up so that Delmar can hear him. It goes about as well as you'd expect.]

Uh, it's okay, Del. We have lots of warm clothes already.

[Most of them stolen by Harlan, but that's okay.]

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar stops in his closet diving, a few scarves hanging over his shoulder, a handful of sweaters threatening to topple off the shelf he'd been fussing with]

Are you sure?

[He is not wholly convinced]

[aroundthecoroner]

I'm sure. You keep yours. Everyone needs as much as they can get.

[Especially older people with thinner skin. He and Harlan have each other for heat, anyway. Not that he's going to say that.]